“I’m not so sure we can actually trust your opinion,” I quipped, forcing my gaze back up to the best man’s equally gorgeous face.
“And why’s that?”
“Because you chose to stay here tonight,” I chuckled merrily. “On that contraption.”
I pointed to the jagged black-iron deathtrap that doubled as our futon. It was already unfolded and made up with clean sheets. Even so, I would’ve rather slept on the floor.
“Hey, the price was right,” Saxon smiled. “Free is free, right? Besides, staying here gave me a little more time to hang with you guys.” He and Damon fist-bumped for the sixth or seventh time in the last twelve hours. “Wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
As cheesy as the fist-bumping was, it was also cute… maybe even touching. Damon and Saxon had grown up quite literally across the street from each other. Throughout their entire childhood they’d been like brothers — totally and completely inseparable. Practically even the same person, if the stories were to be believed.
And as if that weren’t enough, the same went for Finn as well. Though their crazier friend lived a few blocks away, the trio shared a thousand richly-detailed stories — each one funnier than the last. Most of them involving trouble of course, but I was always kind of addicted to guys who found trouble.
“You sure you don’t want the couch?” Damon was asking.
“You mean loveseat?” laughed Saxon. “C’mon bro, I’m not folding my body in half to fit on that thing!”
In the three years Damon and I had been together, I’d seen Saxon and Finn a half dozen times each. Every visit made me just a little more jealous of the bond the three of them shared. But Saxon was a successful chef now, working a series of high-end restaurants in Las Vegas. And Finn was, well…
Finn was Finn.
“Holy shit it’s one-thirty.”
We all looked at the clock at the same time. The wedding was mere hours away now, instead of weeks or months. It made me think back to all the planning. All the saving and stressing and anticipation that at times, drove the two of us absolutely nuts.
Damon had been a rock, though. I couldn’t complain. And now that it was all said and done? The two of us could kick back and finally enjoy the day. And even more so, the honeymoon that came afterward.
“We should probably turn in.”
My soon-to-be husband nodded, then turned my way. Our eyes met and we shared a sly, secret smile.
“’Night then,” said Saxon, stretching his long arms. I could tell he wasn’t tired. The time difference between Nevada and New York would keep him up another hour or so, probably screwing around on his phone.
We hugged our friend on the way through to the bedroom. My own embrace might’ve lingered an extra second or two, as I admittedly enjoyed the feel of Saxon’s hard body pressed against mine. But hey, I was still a single girl. For a few more hours, anyway.
“Thanks for the digs,” said Saxon, pulling back the blankets on the futon.
“Yeah, let’s hear you say that tomorrow,” chuckled Damon.
He chuckled again as we made our way across the living room. Just before we left he cleared his throat.
“Oh and guys?”
Our handsome best man pointed back up at the clock, then grinned.
“Happy wedding day.”
Two
ADDISON
I whimpered softly as he slid into me, gripping the sheets in my fists. He felt big tonight. Way bigger than normal. It could’ve been the excitement of our upcoming wedding. Or maybe it was the way I was urging him on. Talking dirty to my gorgeous fiancé, for the very last time.
“Oh baby… fuck me.”
Fiancé. It was such a foreign word, when I first started using it. But I grew to love it over the past fourteen months. It made things that much hotter for us, because it spoke of such close commitment. A bond neither of us had felt with anyone else.
“God you’re soo big…” I gasped, bucking my ass back against him. Damon’s hands were on my hips, flexing and squeezing. His big, muscular arms looking fantastic in our mirrored armoire.
Tomorrow he’s my husband.
The thought made me even crazier, hornier. Only it wasn’t tomorrow. It was today. A few short hours in fact.
But right now none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was getting my lover’s cock as deep inside me as possible. Screwing him so far into my body that it actually hurt; that special spot he reached that always left me a little bit sore the next day.
“Fuck, Addison.”
Damon’s grunts were primal now. He was lost in the moment — totally fixated on drilling me to the core. He wasn’t being quiet about it, either. Not even with Saxon in the next room, just a door away.
“Your ass is incredible,” Damon murmured. He took one hand from my hip, to smooth his big palm over the warm curve. “Totally fucking amazing.”
“So I’ve been told,” I smirked back over my shoulder. “And tomorrow it’ll be your wife’s ass.”
I saw the arousal flare in his eyes. That glimmer of excitement that always preceded him picking up the pace, and screwing the daylights out of me.
“You know you are pretty lucky,” I teased, gyrating against him. “My ass is definitely amazing.”
“I know,” my fiancé smirked back. “Saxon thinks so too.”
I chuckled at the compliment. “He does, does he?”
“Yes,” Damon replied breathlessly. “He said so earlier.”
I tried to picture the two of them discussing my ass, possibly when I was out of the room. As I did, an all new heat blossomed in my belly.
“And what exactly did he say?”
My soon-to-be husband pushed all the way inside of me. Pinned tightly against my rounded ass, I closed my eyes as he leaned over my naked back.
“We were talking about it last week,” Damon whispered into my ear. “I was telling him about the night of our anniversary, when you put on that outfit.”
The warmth in my belly began spreading.
