Without conscious thought, I rub against him. His cock hardens, and I whimper, wanting him inside me. He groans, “Baby, we don’t have time for me to do all the things I want to do to you. They’ll be here soon.”
I grip him through his jeans. “We can be fast… later, you can be slow…”
He doesn’t argue. Not even a little. He just lifts me by the ass and strides through the house to our bedroom. He doesn’t even bother stripping us. No, he lifts my dress and pushes aside my panties, pinning me against the door, I dig my nails into the wood as I hear his zipper hiss open. The head of his cock slicks through my folds, testing to make sure I’m ready.
I’m always ready.
“Fuck, baby, so wet for me. This is going to be fast and hard. If I can’t go slow and worship your body, I’m going to fuck you like the naughty girl you are.”
It never fails; his dirty talk ramps up my lust and has me walking a tightwire without a single thrust. Then he’s inside me. Slowly entering me. Stretching my pussy until every inch of his thick cock is buried deep. He waits for a moment, letting me adjust to his size. It doesn’t matter how many times we do this. He’s always so big and thick that I have to adjust.
Once I’ve relaxed around him, he pulls his hips back and thrusts forward. Hard. He’s fucking me hard and fast, and I’m screaming for more. I nearly blackout when his fingers find my clit and start to rub. His other hand grips my hip tight enough to bruise, keeping me right where he wants me.
“You better come on this cock, baby. I can hear car doors slamming. If you don’t come, our friends are going to catch me with my cock deep in my fiancée’s pussy.”
That does it, I come with a scream. Carson’s hand slaps over my mouth as he fucks into me over and over, chasing down his own orgasm. I feel the warm wash of his release, and my pussy clenches around him. I love the feel of him inside me. I love how he fills me so perfectly every time.
He pulls out, and his seed trails down my thighs. I rest against the door, trying to catch my breath. There is a knock at the front door, and I giggle. I thought he was teasing that he heard a car door, but apparently, he wasn’t. He fixes my panties and zips up his half-hard cock. I lick my lips, wishing we had more time. Neither of us are close to sated.
“You get cleaned up, and I’ll let our guests in.”
I blush when I see myself in the bathroom. There is no way that they won’t know what we’ve been doing. My eyes are bright and shiny with excitement. There’s no hope in getting my hair back in its perfectly coifed braid. I unwind it and let it fall free around my shoulders. My dress is rumpled, but there’s not much I can do about that unless I want to change… I consider it but decide I don’t care. My friends won’t judge.
Heck, two of my three best friends are in the same honeymoon stage of things that Carson and I are in. Lani is ready to pop with her first baby… I have a feeling they will be having many children. She’s always wanted a big family, and I think Torin is in for his very own football team.
Margo and Amos are just as in love—they are really in their honeymoon stage though—they recently got married in a quiet ceremony for family and friends. It was beautiful, and exactly what I told Carson I want our wedding to be like. Unlike them, we aren’t in any rush to run down the aisle. Well, I’m not. Carson would drag me to the courthouse today if I let him. He’s excited to move on with the next chapter of our lives. I am too, but I kind of want to enjoy this chapter for a little longer.
“Analise Jameson,” Amos says, sounding angry. “You should have told me you could cook like this. You should be in the kitchen cooking the food, not serving it.”
My eyes widen in surprise at how vehement he sounds. I look over at Carson, and he has a shit-eating grin on his face. It’s the biggest ‘I told you so’ if there ever was one.
“I like serving people.”
He lets out an exasperated sigh. “You should be in the kitchen. Lucas put in his notice last week. His wife is ready to retire and wants to move to the city to be closer to their grandchildren. You’re hired.”
I sputter. “I didn’t apply!”
He spreads his arms out to the mostly empty table and the completely empty plates in front of all of my friends. “Consider this your resume. You’re hired, and I don’t want to hear any complaints.”
I blink at him, then laugh at his high-handedness. These men of ours are all bossy and high-handed, but everything they do is with love in their hearts. Amos sees me as a little sister, and he wouldn’t ever do anything he didn’t think was best for me.
“If you’re going to force me to work in the kitchen, I want a raise.”
Amos and the rest of the table laughs at my demand. “Absolutely. How does twenty-five dollars an hour sound?”
My jaw drops open, and I nearly choke on my own tongue. “That’s… I…”
“That is what I would pay any chef with your level of talent. You didn’t go to culinary school, and you could very well beat me in any cookoff. You’re getting the short-end of the stick by cooking at Burnt Sugar instead of some big fancy restaurant in the city.”
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere other than Burnt
