I gasped as his right hand grazed my pubis, his eyes still trained on mine, slowly drawing his fingertips over the most sensitive part of my body.
“Fuck,” he groaned, slipping one finger through my folds, sliding it into me. “I’ve imagined this so many times, Hadley.” He pushed his finger farther into me, pulling me closer and closing what little distance there was between us. “But never could I have imagined how fucking fantastic it would feel in real life. To have you here, open for me, fucking wet…Jesus…” His lips crashed against mine, like he couldn’t wait another minute more to kiss me.
A second finger joined the first and I couldn’t concentrate on kissing him any longer. My forehead dropped to his chest, breaths panting.
Each rhythmic pulse of his fingers, each gentle glide, made standing difficult. Pleasure was racing through me, tension knotting in my core, blood rushing through my body at a rapid pace. My hands gripped each of his biceps, holding on to him, waiting for the inevitable moment I would fall to pieces around him.
His fingers found that place deep inside me that immediately sent me over the edge.
“Yes,” he growled as I came, my orgasm silent but only because I couldn’t get in enough air to let out the scream I would have produced. I came as he continued to stroke me, and it lasted an eternity, or so it seemed. Before it was over, before I could even relax, his hands abandoned my center but only to slide under and lift my body into his arms.
Later I would think about how he lifted me as if I weighed nothing, but in that moment I was still recovering from possibly the most mind-shattering orgasm I’d ever had.
He carried me through the house, my naked, sweaty, panting body plastered against his. My arms were wrapped around his shoulders and my lips were pressed against his. Miraculously, he maneuvered all the way to his room, practically blindfolded, without injury, and dropped me unceremoniously on top of the bed with a plop.
“Condom,” he growled as he pushed his pants to the ground, revealing the same long, hard erection I’d felt pressed against me for the last five minutes.
I scrambled to the side table and pulled out a condom, quickly finding my way back to him.
“I want to watch you put it on me,” he said, matter-of-factly.
Who was I to argue?
I ripped the package open and rolled it down his length. He hissed when I touched him, thrust slightly against my hand, and it was possibly the most erotic moment of my life, silly as it was. There was something so intimate about him trusting me to do that particular task. Never had a man asked me to do that before, and I had no idea it would be so fucking sexy.
As soon as it was on and secure, he practically trampled me. His body came forward, forcing me onto my back, and he crawled over me, trailing his tongue along my skin from navel to chin. His mouth moved to my ear and he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you now until we both come again.”
“Okay,” I muttered in my lusty haze. I heard him chuckle softly, the air whooshing by my ear, making me shudder. He kissed my neck right below my ear and leaned up, his hands trailing down my legs.
“You, naked, spread open on my bed. Jesus fucking Christ, Hadley. It’s the sexist thing I’ve ever seen.”
I couldn’t respond, even if I’d wanted to. Which I didn’t. I just wanted to be filled with him again.
Watching his movements, I held my breath as he reached down and grasped his cock, angling himself just so, then slowly sliding into me.
How could one person be made so perfectly for me? How could anything after this even compare. I knew it couldn’t. There would never be another feeling like the way he made me feel, the way he filled me, both physically and emotionally.
I never even had a chance.
His big hands gripped my waist and I was just along for the ride.
Like the true gentleman I was learning he was, he waited patiently and graciously for me to reach that peak again before he came tumbling down with me.
“Tell me about our wedding,” I said a while later, still basking in our post-coital bliss, my fingers trailing lazily through the smattering of chest hair Justin had. His arm wrapped tightly around me, holding me to his side.
“We left the fountain because you saw some people with giant margaritas in enormous tumblers that looked like the Eifel Tower and you needed one immediately. We were alone by then, so it was just us. We went into Paris and got you a huge margarita. You drank it while we walked down the strip. We were just talking about Riley and Camden and how happy they looked, and I think I said something about wanting what he has.”
His fingers were running slowly up my arm. I wasn’t even sure he knew he was doing it, but it felt incredible. I wanted his fingers on me always.
“You said something snarky about how I was a playboy and would never ‘Wife up,’ is how I think you put it, and I argued. We were both drunk and I guess my filter was off for the evening because I told you I’d fantasized about marrying you, said I’d give anything to be your husband. You looked at me like I’d just explained the beginning of the universe.”
I laughed. “I probably thought you were crazy.”
He laughed too. “Probably, but the next words out of your mouth were, ‘Prove it.’”
I looked up at him in surprise. “I asked you?”
He shrugged. “You dared me.”
“Oh, God.” I giggled.
“Best dare ever.”
I groaned and he continued.
“We got an Uber and it drove us to the same wedding chapel Camden and Riley used. We walked in, they had a ten-minute wait, we made out by the entrance until they called our names, and then we were married.”
“Do you remember it well?” I asked, not sure if I wanted him to say yes or no. A no meant he was possibly more drunk than me and I sort of needed one of us to remember that night. It also meant, if he was too drunk, perhaps he regretted it. But a yes was almost worse. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know the truth about how it all went down. I sort of liked the version I’d made up in my head.
He nodded. “Pretty well, I guess. I mean, I was definitely drunk, but I remember the way you smiled when they asked you if you’d take my hand in marriage. I remember how you kissed me after we’d been pronounced husband and wife.”
“How did I kiss you?” I asked the question with a whisper.
“Like you’d been waiting your whole life for that moment. Like if you didn’t kiss me fast enough you were going to burst. Like it ended too quickly and you wanted to do the whole thing over again.”
I reached up to wipe away the tear that had crept up on me, hoping he didn’t notice. My bare ring finger gave me pause, though.
“Did we use rings?”
He immediately started to laugh.
“There was a Walgreens next door. We went in beforehand to see if they had any Ring Pops. We were laughing hysterically at the idea of it, putting giant lollypop rings on each other’s fingers, but they were out. But you got excited by a package of Red Vines. So we bought it and we each tied a piece of licorice around each other’s fingers at the altar.”
“We got married with candy tied around our fingers?”
“Indeed,” he said, squeezing me closer to him.
“Then what?”
“We called another Uber and when we got in, we just kept kissing. I think at one point you ate the licorice off my finger and it was just kind of on after that.”
“Oh my gosh.” I covered my face with my free hand. “That went from totally sweet to completely ridiculous, to overly raunchy.”
“I mean, what happens in Vegas probably shouldn’t happen anywhere but Vegas.”
“We must have looked like a hot, drunken mess.”
Suddenly we were moving as Justin leaned over me to grab his cell phone off his nightstand. He touched the screen, lighting it up, then I watched as he opened up his camera app and clicked on the file that held all the photos. The first one to pop up made me gasp.
“We didn’
t splurge for their in-house photographer, but I managed to get a few selfies.”
There we were, standing in the same spot I remembered Riley and Cam. We had smiles so big and bright, it was almost unbelievable. In one we were kissing, the officiant standing behind us smiling. In another we were holding up our left hands with ridiculous licorice rings.
We looked insanely happy.
“I think we can log into their webpage and see footage too.”
“Oh, no.” I laughed.
“You don’t want to watch? Relive the magic?”
“I mean, yeah, but not today. Soon. I like thinking about what you just described. Hearing about it from your perspective. Besides, I’m sure we look like drunken idiots.”
“Married drunken idiots.”
“Happy, married, drunken idiots.”
Holy shit. We were really married.
Chapter Twelve
Hadley
**Hey, sexy bitch. Do you have a minute to talk?**
I sent the text to Riley, wishing I didn’t have to bother her during her honeymoon with bad news, but I knew I had to tell her about the break-in. I was sitting in her room, on her bed, where we’d finally ended up after Justin took me to my apartment to change my clothes and get ready for the day. Thirty seconds later my phone was ringing and Riley’s name flashed on my screen.
“Hey,” I said in greeting, trying to sound perky and upbeat.
“Hi. Is everything okay?”
“Yes, everything is fine, but something happened last night and I thought you’d want to know.”
“Okay, you’re scaring me, Had. What’s going on?”
“Last night I came to your house to water the lawn and I had a glass of wine and sat down to work a little. One glass of wine turned into two and three, so eventually I just crashed here.”
“Hadley, that’s totally fine. I told you to crash there if you wanted.”
“Thank you, but there’s more.”
“Oh,” she replied, sounding surprised and worried again.
“In the middle of the night there was a loud crash and I heard glass shattering. I ended up calling nine-one-one and turns out a couple of homeless men had been casing your house and thought it was empty, so they broke in.”
“Oh my gosh, are you all right? Did they hurt you?”
“No, no. I’m fine. I was pretty scared and shaken up, but I don’t think they meant to hurt me at all. I think they were just looking for a place to sleep. The cops said they probably thought the house was vacant. Anyway, I’m just telling you this because the glass of your French doors is shattered. But Justin is here and we’re fixing it. Well, the guy Justin hired is fixing it.”
“Justin’s there?”
“Um, yep.” I had always been a terrible liar when it came to Riley, so I tried to sound as normal as possible. I wasn’t ready to answer questions about our relationship. I wasn’t even sure I had all the answers to our relationship. Regardless, I wanted to keep it private for the time being.
“Was he there last night when the house was broken into?”
“No, Mom, he wasn’t,” I replied, heavy sarcasm on the mom. “I called him afterward and he came to help.”
“Help, huh? Did he take you home?”
“Not exactly. He took me back to his place. I was a little afraid to be alone after what had happened.”
“Interesting. And did you sleep in his bed?”
“Why are you more concerned with whose bed I slept in than the fact that someone broke into your house?”
“You said the house was fine.”
“It is.”
“Then tell me about your evening with Justin.”
“There’s nothing to tell. He gave me the guest bedroom and made me coffee in the morning. It was all very family-friendly.”
“Lame.” The word came out like a taunt and I almost laughed at Riley’s tone.
“Sorry to disappoint,” I said with a laugh. “And listen, I really am sorry about your house. I feel terrible.”
“You feel terrible because some losers broke into my house? How is that your fault?”
“I didn’t set the alarm. I feel responsible.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
My attention turned to Justin as he came into the master bedroom.
“Riley?” he mouthed at me.
I nodded.
“It’s not ridiculous. You left me in charge of the house and what happens? People break in.”
“Are you blaming yourself again?” Justin asked, coming to stand right in front of me.
“Is that Justin?”
I rolled my eyes and put her on speaker phone.
“You’re on speaker, Riles.”
“Justin, would you explain to Hadley that she’s being ridiculous and it’s not her fault some jerks broke into my house?”
“I’ve been trying to tell her that since last night. She’s being stubborn.”
“I don’t care what you both say. I feel responsible.”
“Well, that’s because you’re a decent person. But please, Hadley, don’t carry this around with you. It happened. It could have happened to anyone. It’s over. Let it go.”
I took in a deep breath and let it out. Then Justin’s hands landed on my shoulders, rubbing them gently, making me relax even more.
“I had the glass replaced. I hope that’s okay,” Justin said. “I didn’t think you’d want to go through your insurance for such a small bill.”
“Uh, I don’t know whatever language you’re speaking,” Riley replied, making me smile. “You can give that little speech to Camden later. He’s currently sleeping.”
“Wore him out, did you?” I joked.
“You know it.”
“Okay, time to go rinse out my ears with bleach,” Justin said as he rolled his eyes.
“Ha-ha-ha,” Riley added. “So what are you guys doing for the rest of the day?”
“We’re both going to work. Separately.” I narrowed my gaze at Justin and sent him a telepathic message not to mess up our story. We’d gone over specifics all the way over to the house. We were not telling anyone that anything had changed between us. I wasn’t ready. Justin had made it clear he wanted to shout it from the rooftops, but I just wanted a few days to let the idea of being someone’s wife settle. Plus, we’d bothered Riley and Camden on their honeymoon enough. I didn’t want to just dump this on her when there was an ocean between us. When I told my best friend that I’d accidentally married her husband’s best friend I needed her in the same room. Preferably a room with alcohol in it.
“Well, thanks for taking care of everything for us at the house. Sorry it’s been such a hassle. Take a dip sometime in the hot tub to make up for it. Drink the rest of our wine.”
“What wine?” I asked with a smile.
“You drank all my wine? That’s my girl!” Riley sang.
“I’ll try not to bother you anymore on your honeymoon.”
“You’re no bother.”
“Still. Hope you’re having a wonderful time.”
“We are. Promise. Don’t hesitate to call me anytime, though.”
“Okay, lady. Go rest your weary bones… until it’s time to bone again.”
“Oh, good one,” she replied with a laugh. “I’ll talk to you later.”
I hung up with Riley just in time to get another phone call from a number I didn’t recognize.
“Hadley Hart,” I said by way of greeting. Since I used my cell phone for business, that was how I answered all calls from unknown numbers.
“Hi, Hadley. This is Alice Hunter. You came and did a consultation on my house yesterday?”
“Hello, Mrs. Hunter,” I said, giving Justin a pointed look. Holy shit, I’m talking to my mother-in-law.
“Hello, dear. I was just calling to let you know we’ve decided to move forward with the staging and were wondering how quickly we could get to work on the house. My realtor is hoping to get it on the market by the end of the week.”
“That sounds terrific.”
“Great, I will put the contract together as soon as possible. If you could just email me and let me know which tier of service you’d like to go with I can have it for you ASAP. How would you like to sign it? I could have a courier bring it to wherever you are, or you could sign it electronically.”
“Tell her I’ll bring it by later,” Justin said, causing my eyes to widen. Then I shook my head back and forth with ferocity.
He rolled his eyes at me and took the phone from my hand.
“Hey, Mom. I was about to drop Hadley off at work, so I’ll just bring the file by. Are you at home today?”
Mortified, I dropped my head into my hands.
“It’s not a problem. I was taking the morning off from work anyway.” He paused and I could hear his mother chattering in the background. “Sure, lunch sounds great.” He paused again and then said, “Yeah, I’ll invite her.” He smiled at me. “Okay, see you in a bit.” He ended the call and held the phone out to me. “My mom wanted me to invite you to lunch. Don’t feel obligated.”
“I can’t even believe you just did that! Now your mom thinks we’re sleeping with each other!”
He had the gall to laugh.
“First of all, we are sleeping with each other, but besides that, why would she draw that conclusion?”
“Because we’re still together eighteen hours after we left her yesterday!”
He then had the nerve to dismiss me with a wave.
“It’s not a big deal. She wouldn’t put two and two together.”
I let out a loud and irritated sigh. “I’m only going to get one chance to make a good first impression on your mother and I’d like for it not to be completely obvious that we fucked each other’s brains out last night.”
“Oh, is that what happened?” he asked with a laugh.
“Seriously, Justin. Please don’t treat this like it doesn’t matter. It matters to me.”
He sighed but came to sit on the bed next to me. “I’m sorry. I won’t let my mother think we fucked each other’s brains out. But I’m not going to lie and tell her we aren’t seeing each other.”
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