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“Oh shit, Jett. God.” Her words were anything but complete thoughts.
He waited another minute as he slipped his hand between me and her and stroked her clit. Her little cries got louder until she came around my cock again, and this time he started to take her, slowly at first. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and every time he slipped in and out of her ass, he lifted her on and off me. I held her hips and rocked her pussy against me in rhythm to him. I don’t know how many more times she came, but her moans and cries were shallow and rapid.
“I think our little fiancée has had her fill, Ronan. Come with me.”
He laughed and quickened his pace, knowing I could feel everything. Knowing I would match his speed, and I did.
I felt him still a moment before I spilled inside her again. He collapsed against her, and I pushed him away just enough that I could shift us so we were all laying down and he could finish coming.
“I’m keeping her,” Jett said.
He pushed his hands between us as he grabbed her breasts, and I chuckled, until I saw him close his eyes, and fuck if he didn’t look peaceful.
“I love our Margaux,” he said.
She moaned and I wondered what she would think, and then she shocked me.
“I think I love you both too.”
CHAPTER 23
MARGAUX
“Do they really need to be sitting out in the lobby?” Reina asked.
I stood on the platform looking at myself in the mirror.
“Reina, I don’t think I could talk them out of it if I wanted to. They rented out the whole bridal shop just to make sure I was safe. Anyway, what do you think of this one?”
I had always thought of my wedding as a death sentence, and now that I was here, picking out a dress I wanted, I hated the way my eyes burned.
“I think this is the one, isn’t it?” Reina stood up from the plush chair she’d been sipping wine in. She reached for the train alongside the lady that was helping me.
“Can we try a veil?” Reina asked.
I nodded.
“Actually, the gentlemen out there let me know that whatever dress you choose you’ll need a cathedral length veil and, well, is this the dress?”
She smiled at me warmly, but I was certain it didn’t hurt that this dress cost as much as a car. I looked once more at the mirror and nodded.
I ran my hands down the bodice. The off-the-shoulder sleeves were soft, sheer fabric. The skirt was A-line, falling in layers of sheer fabric with tiny little silky butterflies. I didn’t know why I liked it. Maybe it was something about the idea of finally feeling free.
The lady came back.
“The sleeves can be altered to be removable, and then you can wear this lace bolero. Your fiancée’s family appears to be very traditional.”
Traditional?
I smiled. I supposed mafia families were. Old money families?
“Yes, they are.”
Reina handed me my glass, and I swallowed the rest of the wine in one sip.
“I still can’t believe you’re getting married and not to Carrow the giant asshole. The news has been quiet about your disappearance and the wedding getting called off.”
“Here, let me help you,” the lady said. She helped me down from the pedestal.
