Page 31 of Beneath the Blindfold

My head bobbed up and down, nodding violently.

One hand slipped beneath me, grabbing a handful of my ass and squeezing just to the edge of pain. He slammed his hips against me, driving his cock at a furious pace. “Then fucking do it.”

I moaned as he shoved me over the edge into euphoria. Another of my screams filled the room, but this one was followed by his loud groan, and it set off a series of jerks from him. His cock pulsed inside me, one wave after another of heated bliss.

The tense muscles pressed against mine began to relax as he recovered from his orgasm. “Shit, our American sex is epic.”

A short laugh fell out of me. “Our Japanese sex isn’t a joke either.”

“We should teach classes.” He faked seriousness. “People could learn a lot from us.”

“Right. Like how not to lie about your fiancé’s car being yours.” A finger tugged the blindfold off and I blinked at my vision suddenly being restored.

“It’ll be mine eventually.” His voice was heavy with meaning and his eyes glinted.

He was right in every sense. He pushed me, always getting his way in the end, and Ilovedevery minute of it.

I loved it almost as much as I loved him.

NINE

EVIE

Processional music broadcasted softly from the small speaker in the cramped bridal room. It sounded tinny through the electronics, but I hoped it was beautiful for the guests sitting in the pews in the nave of the church. I was sure it was. Logan had picked the quartet himself.

Holy crap, it was really happening.

Logan’s mom probably had the same thought. She’d been waiting for this day a long time. For years, everyone had assumed it’d be a lithe blonde marching down the aisle, not a brunette with thick thighs.

Why the hell was I thinking about his ex? I was a jittery mess, all nervous and excited and happy. I couldn’t wait to see him, and I couldn’t fucking wait to become his wife.

My gaze was glued to Payton, who held her bouquet of blue hydrangeas and white roses in one hand, and fiddled with the top of her bridesmaid dress. I’d let the girls pick their own, the only stipulation being that the dress was solid black. She’d chosen a strapless one that had a deep V notched in the center of the neckline, revealing her ample cleavage. By her standards, the dress was tame, but the priest was going to have a heart attack.

“Don’t forget,” I said to her. “Flowers up here.” I held my bouquet up high over my chest. I need to crack a joke to distract from my nerves.

She smirked. “Are you insane? I’m not covering my best feature.”

My father cleared his throat and Payton sobered, falling into line with the rest of my bridesmaids while we moved to the narthex. Only a set of double doors stood between Logan and me now. At the front of the line, Jamie disappeared through them with her arm linked to Logan’s half-brother Garrett.

Payton had corrected Jamie at the rehearsal dinner last night when my coworker friend called me Evie. God, my best friend’s little jealous streak was so funny. It’s not like I’d demoted Payton’s best friend status, but Jamie and I had become friends over the past year. Plus she had been awesome at helping plan the wedding on a budget. Thank God the Stones offered to pay for half of it. I was so blessed, and my family was grateful.

“Oh, no,” I whispered to my father. “Don’t you dare. If you start, I start, and I won’t be able to stop.” Tears stung and threatened to spill.

He wiped at his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m fine. I’ve got it together. It’s just thirty feet.” Since his tone was unsure, I stared up at the ceiling, desperate to drain the tears back.

Nick, Logan’s brother, was the best man, but it made more sense for him to walk down the aisle with his wife Hilary, who was also a bridesmaid. Plus, this left Payton and Dominic to walk together. My heartbeat ratcheted up another level as Hilary and Nick disappeared into the church.

My knees were soft and uncooperative as Dominic stepped into view, offering his arm to my maid of honor. “You look beautiful,” he said as she threaded her hand through the crook of his elbow. “Oh, and you, Payton, you look nice, too.”

She turned, flashed a grin back at me, and stepped off with Dominic.

“Thirty feet,” my dad mumbled to himself, like he was trying to get pumped up.

My heart launched into my throat, blocking air as the song ended and the first strings of the wedding march began. I wasn’t sure who was leaning on whom for support; both of us were shaking.

The doors swung open with the swell in the music, revealing the standing rows of friends and family who’d come to celebrate Logan’s and my union. Every pair of eyes was on me, except for my father’s. He was probably counting the steps as we moved forward.

No amount of visualization could have prepared me emotionally for this moment.

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