Page 107 of Tight Spot

“I should shower.” Once I could remember how to use my legs.

“I’ll get you a cloth.”

He slipped out of me and rolled me to my side.

I unashamedly watched his muscles flex and his dick, still half-hard, sway as he moved to his bedroom.

It was Maggie and Davis’s wedding today, and while only her sister and younger siblings were standing up with her, Eden and I, along with her best friend Belle, were all going to be there early while she was getting ready.

Dawson came back, cleaned me up in a way that was so gentle and so slow, taking extra time to run the cloth over my clit. My hips arched into him.

“Fucking hell, Hailey. You ready again already?”

He wasn’t complaining. Dawson rarely needed the ten minutes he told he’d needed that first night. Maybe after our second round of sex, he’d need the recovery time, but never the first.

“I can take care of it myself,” I told him and pushed the cloth out of my way and settled my fingers where it’d been.

He glared at me, but his dark eyes flared with desire as I spread my legs and bent my knees wide for him to see it all.

His dick hardened while I worked myself and he bent down over me, his hands stilling my hips with a firm, demanding grip. “Shower.”

Those hands at my hips grabbed me, lifted, and he did. I wrapped my legs around his hips, gripping his hard shaft with one hand before impaling myself on his dick.

“Fuck.” He stopped moving for a moment, and I bit down on his shoulder from the quick burst of pain from the angle and depth. “You’re a sex monster.”

“We can stop at any time.”

“Never.”

By the time the shower water was warmed up, I was still in his arms, rocking against his dick in short, hard movements, and coming for the third time that morning.

Which meant by the time our shower was done, he’d ensured I came again while he came all over my back.

“So it’s not dripping out of you at the wedding.”

Dawson had been worried he wouldn’t be good for me, wouldn’t be a guy that could be good enough for me, but as crass as that was, it was only one of the many reasons I loved him.

He was always taking care of me, in the big things and the small things in a way I knew that’d never change.

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The wedding was over. Maggie was now officially Mrs. Hall, and when she and Davis kissed at the altar, tears had dripped down my cheeks. They were adorable together, Davis somehow managing to dip her backward and curling his body over hers even with that massive belly in the way. Maggie hadn’t gone for some large, flowing dress to hide the massive pumpkin growing inside of her, who I learned earlier would be named Luella. Her dress was white, stretchy, hit at her calves in the front in a mid-length but left a lightweight flow train behind her. That sucker had been molded to every single inch of her tiny little frame sporting the massive stomach.

Like everything else I’d learned about Maggie so far, it was as adorable as the rest of her.

The ceremony was held in Cole’s parents’ backyard and once it was over, everyone had been invited inside and to the deck, where most of the men immediately went into action, whisking away the chairs, resetting them around tables and a modular dance floor was put in place. An entertainment company came, set up music. Lights were restrung. Cole’s family should have gone into event planning.

Forty-five minutes after “I do’s” were spoken, the backyard had transformed into a romantic dance floor and reception area.

Drinks were had, and I noticed Eden carried around a glass of champagne, but never actually drank from it.

The first dances were done. I’d eaten my weight in seafood and steak and a variety of veggies and dips and hummus and crackers and cheese and desserts. I was sitting with Dawson at one of the tables, leaning against his shoulder while his arm was draped over mine. His thumb was drawing lazy circles at my exposed shoulder and every so often, he leaned against me, kissed my temple, and gave a contented sigh that only further reinforced why it was such an easy thing to forgive him last week.

This was it.

He was it for me.

We were watching Maggie’s younger sisters dance and flail their little bodies around the dance floor while Cole and Eden spun them around. Davis joined them, Maggie content to watch from the sidelines with a hand at the bottom of her round stomach and her eyes shimmering with happiness.

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