Page 109 of How to Ruin Your Ex's Wedding
My body lax and muscles spent, I drop my head to his chest as he works his hand under my ass from behind, pushing a finger inside of me. Excitement rears anew.
“Oh god, Pax. That’s so good.”
He sinks another finger in, scissoring, readying me for his cock. Blood roars through my body, my brain a fusion of hyperactivity and enamor. I’ve missed this more than I want to admit. This. Him. The feeling of losing control and not being able to stop it. Knowing he wants me so much, that he’s wild for me, is intoxicating.
I want to whimper at the loss when he pulls them out, but the promise of more closely follows. “I can’t wait, Tabs.” He aligns the tip of his cock with my core and plunges inside me with one thrust.
“Oh shit,” I cry out. “Pax!” My eyes roll to the back of my head. I’m going to die from sexual pleasure. It’s that good. Pax fills me in a way I’ve not experienced since him. Sensually, emotionally, physically. The feel of his balls slapping against me as he sinks all the way in. I want to thank the universe for bringing him back to me.
He pauses for a moment to let me adjust to his size.
I don’t want to adjust.
I want to be fucked.
“I need you to move. Please,” I beg.
“What, baby? Like this?” He pulls out to the tip, then thrusts into me again, fast and hard, his fingers digging into my ass as he holds me in place. “Is that what you want?” he asks, grunting.
I nod, unable to speak. He does it again. And again. I’m so close to coming all I can do is cry out with every thrust. It’s so hot. I’m so turned on, I have no choice but to climax again. A long and all-encompassing orgasm that just keeps going and going. As though my body has been starved for release and it’s finally being served. Everything he does—the way he touches me, how he knows exactly what I need right as I need it, the ferocity with which he needs to possess me—is overwhelming.
“Jesus, Pax.” I exhale. But he isn’t done.
He pounds into me, mercilessly, pulling out completely and driving back in, over and over. I wrap my arms around his neck, trailing kisses from one side to the other. Breathing him in, my body comes back to life with each beautiful thrust between us.
How have I lived without this? Without him? I can’t go without him again.
“I love you,” I whisper in his ear.
“Fuuuck!” He draws the word out and comes with a roar. “My god, Tabs. I love you. I love you so much.” His forehead rests against mine and we try to catch our breath.
Slowly, I lower my legs to the ground, my stance still shaky. He brings me over to the bed and we lay down, him pulling me into his arms. I hook one leg over his thigh and an arm across his chest, my head over his heart. His pulse is still racing, his breathing still deep. I wipe the sweat from my brow, and notice belatedly, that I’m still wearing Hunter’s ring.
I wait for the shame to fill me as I remember today was the day I was promising myself to someone else. But it doesn’t come.
“Is it wrong that I don’t feel bad about today?”
“Which part?” Pax asks, turning and kissing my temple.
“All of it. Hunter leaving, ditching the wedding, sleeping with you.”
“You shouldn’t feel bad about any of that, baby. Life is messy, we can’t control it. And you can’t blame yourself for things you can’t control.”
I wiggle my fingers in front of his face, showing him the ring.
“You’re lucky I’m still reeling from the best fucking orgasm of my life, woman. Otherwise, I might take offense at you still wearing the other guy’s ring still.”
I pull it off and toss it over onto the nightstand. “I’m sorry. I forgot it was on. I was so intent on finding you, and then—”
He puts his finger against my lips to silence me. “It’s okay. I’m not upset. I know what was supposed to go down today, why that ring was on your finger, why that dress is on the floor. I don’t care about any of that. I’ve got what I want right here in my arms. The rest of it? Yeah, it’s going to be difficult and trying to deal with. You’ve got baggage, babe. But when we tackle it together? Tabs, we are unstoppable.” He kisses my temple and pulls me tighter to him. And in that moment, I do feel unstoppable. Invincible.
And yeah, it’s not ideal that Hunter left me at the altar, or that I left all those people at the Cascadian House. I don’t know what will happen with the fallout of this, but I do know that one day I will thank Hunter for leaving me today. For having the guts to do what I couldn’t, for ending a bad match before it began. Whatever his reasons.
“If we get married again—”
“When we get married again,” Pax interrupts.
“Does it still count as twice if it’s the same person? Like, have we still been divorced once before?”
