Page 3 of Harrison's Wedding

I drop my phone next to me before I get up and walk over to her. I slip my arms around her waist, reveling at just how right it feels to have her here in my arms.

“We’ve got plenty of time before we have to leave,” I whisper in her ear before nipping her earlobe with my teeth.

“Mmmmm,” she replies. “Except that we don’t. We have to leave in about thirty minutes, as much as I would love to stay here and fuck you silly.”

I grin at her but let her go as I say, “Okay, we’ll go to this party, then I’ll come back here, and I’ll unwrap my present.”

I run my eyes over her body, wanting desperately to undo the robe and take her to bed. She steps forward to close the gap between us, then reaches down and slips her hand under my towel. She looks into my eyes as she grasps my cock, and I groan when she does this. Her small, soft hand feels amazing as she begins to stroke me, and it’s only seconds before I’m as hard as steel.

“I promise,” she says, continuing to rub me as she looks me in the eye, “to give you the best birthday present ever when we get home.”

I reach into her robe and feel that she’s wearing a bra. Slipping my hand under the lace covering her breasts, I tweak and rub her nipples in turn. I’m frustrated as hell when my phone’s alarm starts ringing out to alert me that we don’t have long before we need to leave.

“Sorry, angel. We’ll have to continue this later. That alarm is to let me know that the car will be here in exactly thirty minutes.”

I pull my hand back, wishing we didn’t have to leave for the party, but also excited that I’m going to propose tonight. Heather sighs and releases me from her grasp as I pull her into me so I can hug her. She fits perfectly against me, and I drop my head to softly kiss her neck before I let her go.

I head into our walk-in closet, drop my towel in the laundry hamper, and begin pulling underwear on over my semi-hard cock. I’m buttoning the pants of my tuxedo when Heather pulls off the robe she’s wearing.

She looks incredibly sexy in a black lace bra and thong. I run my eyes over her body, wishing once again that we could stay home tonight, and Heather grins at me.

“I know that look, honey, we don’t have time.”

“Happy birthday to me.” I make a sad face, and she laughs.

I continue putting on my tuxedo as Heather takes a glittery, pastel rainbow dress off a hanger to pull it on. It’s got a long left sleeve and is asymmetrically off the shoulder on the right side. The skirt flares out from her hips and stops a few inches above her knee.

She walks over to me and then turns around to ask, “Can you zip me up, please?”

Looking down to where the zip starts, I can see the top of her thong and her rounded ass cheeks, which causes my cock to stiffen a little again.

“Happily,” I murmur.

I lift my hand to her neck, gently stroking it before I draw my fingers down her back, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin against mine. Eventually, I reach the pull tab and drag it up slowly until it reaches its end.

I place my hands on her shoulders and kiss her neck again before saying, “There you go.”

“Thanks,” she says in a breathless voice, and I smile at the effect I have on her.

I pull on my shoes and tie the laces before straightening up again. Heather is looking at herself in the mirror. She’s holding a glittery, silver clutch purse and wearing pink high heels, but even with those on, at six-foot-three, I’m still a good three inches taller than her.

She’s assessing me all dressed up in the tuxedo for the party, and I rake my gaze over her in return. We look like the perfect power couple, which is so weird, because I still feel like the gangly teen I was when we first met.

Heather is the very image of sophistication in the dress she designed herself, looking exactly like the girlfriend of a rock star. Well…hopefully the fiancée of one after tonight.

I can’t stop myself from smiling as I say, “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

“Of course you are, honey,” she agrees with me.

My smile turns into a grin as I walk toward her, take her hand, and lead her out into the living room. I get us each a drink while we wait for the car to arrive that will take us to the party.

“Is Gabriel bringing Ariana tonight?” Heather asks nonchalantly.

She was there when he asked, so I’m sure this is just an opener to a conversation she wants to have, and I notice that she looks tense now that we're about to leave.

“I’m pretty sure he is,” I tell her since he hasn’t told me otherwise.

“Have you seen her yet?” Heather asks, and I know this is the question she really wanted the answer to.

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