Page 89 of Hello Handsome
“Better?” I asked. But my question was quickly forgotten as she stood up, water streaming over her shoulders and down her breasts in rivulets.
“Still cold. Maybe I need you to keep me warm?” she asked, drawing closer.
I reached out, running my hands over her arms, palming her back on either side of her spine. Her head tipped back, nose tickling my cheek. “I might need to be closer,” she whispered.
Now our fronts touched, her hard nipples scraping just beneath my chest. My cock grew hard at her nearness.
I ran my hands over her back, down to the lush swell of her ass, and cupped it firmly as I searched for her lips. Her mouth found mine, kissing me hungrily. My tongue swept at the seam of her lips, and she eagerly let me in.
She moaned into the kiss, making me want her even more.
Unable to help myself, I nudged her legs apart and reached between her thighs. As I kissed and nipped at her neck, I dragged my finger along her sex, at her opening, and slid my fingers into her warmth.
The sound of the rippling stream couldn’t compete with her moan.
Encouraged by her reaction, I worked my fingers faster until she was gasping, holding on to my shoulders to keep upright.And when she couldn’t take it anymore, she ordered, “Get inside me. Now. It’s time for your wedding gift.”
57
GRAY
Aggieand I met our families at a little church in Cottonwood Falls. Today, exactly twenty-one years after I stepped into the diner and saw her smiling face, she’d become my wife. Fall leaves hung on outside, but the inside of the church was bright and decorated with flowers along each pew.
Aggie, Isa, and Liv planned most of the wedding, giving me input on the guest list, the menu, and of course my outfit. Not that I was much for fashion. A black suit would do as fine as any other.
I got ready at my house with Jack, and Aggie got ready at her place with Etta. At the planned time, Jack and I drove to the church, seeing cars already lined up and down the street. As I parked and noticed most of my family’s vehicles, Jack asked, “How are you feeling?”
I looked over at him, seeing a soft smile on his face. Not a hint of worry. He’d been my friend for so long, he knew me as well as I knew myself. His confidence eased some of my nerves. “It’s a big day,” I said.
“Thought you didn’t believe in weddings,” Jack teased. I’d told him as much over the years as all our kids got grown and married.
“A wedding’s just a party covering up one of the most sacred things a person can do,” I told him, wrist resting on my steering wheel as I looked up at the church. Three white helium balloons danced on strings tied to a railing up the cement steps as if to prove my point.
Jack said, “What’s so wrong with a party?”
I twisted my lips to the side, watching Knox and his wife, Larkin, shepherd their two children into the church. Emily wore a pretty yellow dress, and Jackson toddled in his suit with suspenders and a bow tie.
“Maybe nothing.” Because I felt like celebrating when it came to Aggie. Celebrating the fact that we’d both overcome so much and finally made it here.
Jack quirked a smile, making his eyes crinkle slightly at the corners. “Maya would be happy for you, you know?”
A lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed it down. “I know she would,” I admitted just as I saw Bryce get out of his car and walk to the church, dressed in slacks and a button-down.
He was such a handsome man. It was hard to believe he was once my toddler, clinging to me and his brothers like Velcro.
Jack patted my shoulder and said, “Let’s go get you married.”
Before waiting for my response, he got out of the truck, and I followed behind. This is a different church than Maya and I used to go to. Nondenominational, small, with a bathroom and a quiet space for crying babies to the left and a coat rack to the right. I could hear the buzz of conversation through the door, along with a softly playing organ.
Jack gave me a final “good luck” before going through the front doors. I had just a moment to myself in the small space before Liv came back through the doors. Her dark-brown hair was pulled into a bun at the base of her neck and a hunter-green dress fell just past her knees, meeting leather boots. “You’re here,” she said with a warm smile.
I gave her a shaky smile back, recognizing the tang of adrenaline on my tongue. I took a deep breath. “I’m here.”
“You can go ahead to the front with the pastor. I’ll tell Enzo to wait here for Aggie.”
I dipped my head in a nod and took a moment to look at the seam in the light-stained wooden doors. Once I walked through, there was no going back.
But why would I want to?
