Page 60 of Holiday Friend Zones
“Well, then, Kyra,” he growls, yanking me into him, capturing my mouth in his.“Let me take you upstairs and show you just how much I love you.”
“That’s future Mrs.Barnes to you.”
“It sure the fuck is.”
Epilogue
DAVIS
“That’s it, Baby,” I whisper in Kyra’s ear, nipping at the shell.She lets out a ragged breath and I know she’s close.But close isn’t good enough.“Be a good girl…”
I swirl my thumb along her clit, tapping the two fingers I have inside her against the secret spot I’ve recently discovered.The one that now that I know about it, and the noises it makes her emit, I’m going to be playing with every chance I get.
“Uhhhhh,” she moans, digging her fingers into my biceps and swiveling her hips.
Her pussy squeezes my fingers andfuck me, I wish more than anything it was my cock.But we don’t have time for that now.Later though.When I have time to make her scream over and over and over again.
Shifting my weight, I lean against the old oak casks even more, shielding Kyra from view, but more importantly, allowing myself to go deeper inside her.
“Faaaa…”
“You like that?”
She nods, whimpering.I toy with her clit again, fire flashing in her eyes.It’s time to push her over the edge.
“Be a goodwifeand come…”
That was the magic word, her orgasm slamming into her like a freight train.Writhing underneath me, she throws her head back to scream.I catch her before she can be heard, swallowing the sound with my kiss, never letting up on my efforts, keeping her right there until her climax has taken everything out of her and she collapses into me.
“Fuck me…” she exclaims, trying to catch her breath.
Sliding my hand out from underneath her wedding dress, I slowly bring it up to my mouth, making a show of licking my fingers, savoring the taste of her.
“I plan to do that later, Mrs.Barnes.”
“Do you now?Well, I’ve got some things I plan to do to you later as well.”
Well, fuck me indeed…
I pull her into me again, this time softer, holding her close for no other purpose than because I can.
Because she’s my wife.
“Sorry to interrupt your moment,” the DJ says, sticking his head around the corner.“Y’all ready for your entrance?”
We nod, breaking apart just enough to follow him down the row of casks toward the private entertaining space connected to the original Tennessee Trouble rickhouse.
“I still don’t understand why we had to leave, only to go back,” I whisper to Kyra.“Why couldn’t we just roll right into everything from the ceremony?”
“Because then you couldn’t have just donethatto me,” she retorts.
Fair.
“Introducing for the very first time, Davis and Kyra Barnes!”
We step back into the room through heavy oak doors opening in tandem, warm air whooshing out, catching both of us off guard.Kyra giggles, holding onto my hand a little tighter.The sound is music to my ears, drowning out the cheers of our family and friends, until it is once again just her and me.The way it should be.
“How about a dance, Mr.Barnes?”Kyra titters.
