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But she will.
And when she does… this might be the last time I ever get to feel her like this.
I reach around and rub her clit again, pushing her closer to the edge. I need her to come one more time. I need her to fall with me, because I don’t know if we’ll survive the landing.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper against her shoulder, sweat dripping from my jaw to her skin. “Come on my cock. Let me feel it.”
Her whole body seizes, and she comes harder than we both expect, clenching around me until I’m cloaked in a black veil, my thrusts becoming more than just sex and more like silent confessions. I thrust once… twice... each one another confession she’s unable to hear. It’s not until she says I love you that the dam of guilt breaks, and my cock explodes inside of her, my entire body shuddering with the release.
We collapse in a tangled mess of limbs and breath.
She turns to me, face flushed, eyes heavily lidded.
“I needed that,” she says quietly.
I kiss her temple. “Me too.”
But the dread doesn’t leave me.
It just settles deeper into my bones.
Because I know what’s coming.
And no amount of pleasure will stop the pain she’s about to feel if the truth comes out.
I just pray it happens after we say I do.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Amber
There is way too much to be done. It’s possible that I’m in way over my head. Not only did I throw together a wedding in less than three months, but I somehow managed to dodge another near infidelity, all while trying to keep myself together as everything around me falls apart.
Yup, I am my own personal side show right now. I’m just waiting for the Bearded Lady and the Wolfman to show up.
Through it all, Eddie has done his best to calm me.
So much has changed since Las Vegas. But really, it’s Eddie who’s changed the most. Instead of holding in his feelings, we discuss them. He actually shows me how he feels instead of keeping me in the dark, or treating me like I don’t mean anything to him at all. Always his treasure, never his trash.
I was completely honest with him about my bachelorette party, and though he’s not happy that Ryder’s in town, this time he listened instead of running away.
Fortunately, Ryder’s kept his distance, because I know if he came sniffing around again, Eddie would flip his shit. I think he knows now that there is only one man for me, and that’s Eddie. I guess he’s hanging on to some hope I won’t go through with the wedding. But there’s nothing that’s going to stop me, not even Pippa.
“Poppy, are you okay?” She’s sitting in my bedroom, staring out the window like she’s lost in thought.
“I was just thinking about Wesley. It really sucks that he can’t be here today.”
“You were thinking about Wesley? That’s a first.”
She shifts uncomfortably. “It’s not like he consumes my thoughts or anything like that,” she argues, her tone a little too combative.
“Of course not,” I say, smiling wider.
“Have you heard from…” my voice trails off. Pippa and I haven’t talked to each other since the blow up about her not being invited to the wedding. Her threats haven’t sat well with me since.
“Good luck with your marriage… you’re going to need it, bitch!”Yeah, the words weren’t nice at all, but it was the way she smiled. How it crawled across her face in that mischievously evil way. Something’s off, I’m just not sure what, but it’s like I feel it developing behind the scenes.
“I haven’t seen her in two days,” Poppy says curtly, glaring at me just a tad. “You could’ve been nice and at least let her come.”
