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Crewe held her hand as he walked her toward their vehicle. He stopped at the edge of the building where the bride and groom had gotten ready.
“Give me a sec,” he said, going inside the building.
She stared around the area. It was breathtaking. The mountain peaks behind the falls and the gurgling water provided a melodious background.
Crewe opened the door and beckoned her toward him. She walked over.
“What?” she asked.
“This,” he said, lifting her and striding down the hall. He pushed open the door to the room labeledfamily restroom. He closed the door and then slid the lock into place. There was a flat cabinet that a baby could be changed on and only one toilet in the room, along with a sofa against a wall. She guessed it was if anyone needed to nurse a baby.
Crewe had worn a long-sleeved dark dress shirt, dark slacks, and his dress boots. He brought her over to the sofa. She had no idea what he had planned.
He unbuckled his belt and jeans, sliding his slacks down to his hips in one motion. His hard cock slapped against his stomach. He smirked at her as he grasped the back of her neck and kissed her. This wasn’t one of those light kisses that came when you were asked how your day was. This was a deep, dark kiss that swamped her senses and left her swaying on her feet. He pulled back and sat down on the sofa.
“Now, you can come over here and let me eat your pussy until you come, then you can ride me…”
“No,” she said before he could finish.
He’d built a fire in her, and she didn’t want to wait for him to eat her. She wanted him to fill the ache inside her. She lifted her dress, settling her knees on either side of his thighs.
“What about your panties?” he asked.
“Rip them,” Ry said.
“You are fuckin’ perfect for me,” Crewe said, grasping her panties and ripping them until they fell away.
Ry stared at Crewe as she held his cock and slowly slid down him. When she’d taken him, he groaned.
“Ry, your pussy is so wet and hot. Don’t move or I’ll come too soon,” Crewe pleaded.
His words didn’t make her stop. They made her feel powerful. She moved up, setting a rhythm, building them both up higher and higher until a tidal wave rushed over her. Her toes curled, her muscles clenched, which had Crewe groaning louder until he planted deep and came. Ry wondered if this could kill her because they might call it the little death, but nothing about this felt little. She snickered, leaning her forehead against his, trying to catch her breath.
“Something funny?” Crewe said.
“Umm, I was thinking that though they called it the little death, there was nothing little about this, especially the way your cock stretches me each time.”
“You can’t talk like that, or I’ll need another round. We’d definitely get caught then.”
“Okay, but how am I going to dismount exactly? We didn’t think this through,” she said, worrying how she was going to keep cum from getting all over his slacks that were at his thighs. Crewe grinned, reaching into the pocket of his slacks and pulling out a stack of napkins, handing them to her.
Thank goodness he was prepared. Now she could get cleaned up, and they could get to the reception. She loved being with Crewe, but she was missing the kids and needed to love on them a little.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Crewe stretched and heard a pop in his back. He thought back to last night. They’d enjoyed the reception, but the kids had gotten tired. His dad, Peck, and Bill had been hanging out with Charlie, Ruthy, and some people from Bluff Creek.
Ry had wanted to be with the kids, so they’d volunteered to host the sleepover in the suite. Halligan and Quinton had come over to helptoo. The last thing he’d remembered was turning out the lights with the kids all falling asleep.
Sleeping on the floor in a sleeping bag wasn’t nearly as enjoyable at forty-two as it had been in his twenties. He might need a hot shower and some stretches to work the kinks out.
He heard giggling and cracked open an eye, then covered his mouth so he wouldn’t laugh out loud and spoil their fun.
Ezra and Wyatt had one of the girls’ hair ribbons that they were brushing Halligan’s face with. He’d scrunch his nose or turn to get away from it. Then the boys would wait until he started to fall back asleep and do it again. Crewe was almost positive Halligan was just playing along. Growing up, he’d always been a light sleeper, and they could never pull pranks on him. NowSchaefercould sleep through everything.
Today, he needed to talk to the kids alone. He hoped they could keep a secret because he wanted to ask them for permission to marry Ry. He’d planned a horse-drawn carriage ride tonight to ask her at the falls. They would be headed home thisweekend. He was sorry to say goodbye to Mistletoe Canyon because getting to know the kids and Ry better had been wonderful. But he was missing his kitchen and the relaxing process of making food.
He wondered how fast he could convince Ry to marry him. Tomorrow would not be too soon. A small hand patting his forehead had him turning over. Freya was sitting on her knees.
