Page 20 of Baking with Bryan

“Tonight, I’m going to make you mine in every way, Nora.”

I press my thighs together as my panties flood. He cups the back of my neck and pulls me toward him. My lids lower to half-mast, and I watch the face so dear to me it makes my heart ache come closer. Gripping his t-shirt in my hands, I give into the passion we’ve denied as we ran ourselves ragged for our best friends.

Parting my lips, I welcome his tongue, wrestling him for dominance as I soak in the flavor of mocha coffee and man. His other hand grips my hip, and I moan as his hard length presses against my belly in the gray sweatpants that threw me into an instant state of arousal the second I saw him this morning.

Wolf whistles and applause ring out behind us. I pull back, dazed, as I turn to find E and December standing side by side.

“It’s about damn time,” E yells.

“I told you something was going on with those two,” December says, nudging him with her elbow.

Grinning, I rest my head on Bryan’s chest.

“We didn’t want to distract you from this,” Bryan says.

“Trust me, there’s always room for more joy,” E assures him as they walk through with the photographer behind them snapping photos.

“Oh my God.” I bury my face in his neck, and Bryan barks a laugh.

“Not exactly what we expected our first look to show us, but we’ll take it,” December teases.

“This is stunning. Thank you all for your work.” E turns slowly, and we bask in their response as the couple walks together through the room, touching centerpieces and whispering to each other.

Their faces are glowing with the joy you can’t fake, making the grueling operation of the Perez Wedding worth every moment.

“We’re going to let you two have the tent,” Bryan speaks softly before guiding me away.

The cold assaults us as we exit the tent and shiver at the light flakes blowing in on the wind. Holding hands, we walk the few feet to the back porch. Also, heated and protected from the elements with the tent, it’ll serve for a small cocktail hour, pre-ceremony.

Inside, we stomp our feet on the rug to get rid of the lingering snow. Slipping our feet from our boots, we move through the–

“Nora. I lied.”

My heart breaks, and my stomach lurches.

“I can’t wait for tonight.”

“What?” He lifts me up. I wind my legs around him.

“I’ll be completely useless for the rest of the day, wondering what it’d feel like to be buried deep inside you.”

“God, yes.”

“We’ve done our duty for our friends. Right now, is for us.”

“Please.”

Carrying us through the house to the guest room he claimed as his for our stay, he kicks the door shut behind him. “I wanted to take my time with you the first time and worship you like the goddess you are, but I can’t. It’s going to be fast and dirty.”

I dig my nails into his back. “That’s what I need too. I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“Not until you’re on my cock, baby girl.”

His filthy words have my core dripping. Our kiss grows sloppy as he stumbles to the bed. He lands in the center. I scoot down, grinding against the thick mass pressing against his sweatpants.

“I need to see you, Nora,” he rasps. Stilling, I grab the edge of my pullover and rip it and my t-shirt beneath over my head. Reaching behind me, I pop my bra, and he growls.

“Look at those pretty rose-tipped nipples.” He licks his lips.

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