by Lyla Grace
“That you’re crazy?”
“I was going to say that I am moving too fast, but I told you before. Sometimes you just know. And with you, Princess, I’ve always known. Say, yes.”
I open my mouth to say no, to apologize, and tell him that I love him, but I’m just not ready. But the word isn’t there. In fact, there are no words. Tears of happiness begin to stream down my face. I nod my head, violently.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes!”
His lips meet mine, and just like that first time, there is an undeniable attraction, something pulling us together, something that won’t let us go.
∆ ∆ ∆
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Carter asks as we sit on the plane he chartered at the last minute. We are awaiting the arrival of our friends and family that were able to get away to join us for our spur of the moment Vegas wedding.
“Getting cold feet already?” I tease.
The look he shoots me. Damn. I better be good, or he may toss me right off this plane.
“I’m fine, baby. Nothing is going to stop me from becoming your wife.”
He pulls me into his lap. “You promise? You didn’t sound so sure earlier.”
“It’s just all happening so fast. As far as being sure, though? I am more sure about you than I have ever been about anything in my life.”
“Prove it,” he tells me.
“Oh? And just how do you want me to do that?” That sexy come-hither smirk of his graces his gorgeous face as he raises his eyebrows in suggestion. “Our guests should be arriving soon,” I tell him when I feel his hand slide up my shirt.
“They can wait.” He presses his lips to the exposed skin at the base of my neck. “Please, Princess. I need you.”
“Well, in that case.” I pull at the material, my shirt making its way over my head, giving him full access to what it is he wants – me.
It’s crazy how a simple touch or a gentle kiss from him can set my whole body on fire. I can’t believe in less than twelve hours; Carter Wallace is going to be my husband.
“Perfect. You are perfect.”
His hand is behind my neck, pulling me down to him. Our tongues danced as we revel in each other and this momentous day. He slides the straps of my bra down my shoulders. My breasts spill over my bra, exposing them, giving him full access. His lips leave mine, trailing feathered kisses down my neck, my shoulder, to my breasts which now fill his hands. His tongue glides over my nipple. The sensation has me arching into him, holding his head in position, and emitting a strangled moan. The more he teases my breasts, touching, licking, kneading them, the more I want.
“Harder,” I moan.
A man who always follows orders, Carter obliges. “God,” I gasp. I’m grinding against him now.
I’ve always been pro nipple play, but this is insane. I can feel his dick straining against the fabric of his jeans. As much as I want to ease that ache for him, I can’t. I need him doing exactly what he is doing. I instruct him to suck harder, faster. Oh, God. Whatever he’s doing, whatever is causing this, it’s fucking heaven. He moves his mouth to my other breast, and I’m spent. The minute his teeth glide against me, I feel my orgasm hitting me. I grind against him harder, holding him against me, moaning, crying out, and begging him not to stop.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
“Holy shit, that was fucking hot as hell,” Carter says as he tries to control his breathing.
“Hurry.”
“What?” he asks baffled.
I move off of him and begin to remove my pants. “Button, zipper, now,” I tell him.
I step out of my jeans while I watch him work the button on his jeans. The poor man barely has time to slide them down to his thighs before I am straddling him again.
“Lex…”
I place my finger over his lips, “Shhhhh.” I slide myself onto him. My head falls back, pure satisfaction. I’m completely insatiable. I need to feel him more than I need my next breath. Unsure where this sudden explosion of hormones is coming from, I take full advantage of it. As does Carter. He leans back on the couch, hands laced behind his head as I begin to ride him, allowing me to take whatever I need from him. His face contorts in pleasure.
“Oh, Lexie.” His hands grip my hips holding me to him, still allowing me to grind against him. “I can’t hold on.” The firm pressure of his hands sends me over the edge. I feel my sex constrict around him as I ride out my orgasm. “Oh, Fuck,” he cries out, his own orgasm hitting him hard and fast.
Momentarily sated, I fall limp in his arms. “Where the hell did that come from?”
Between pants, I tell him, “I – I don’t know what came over me.”
“It’s welcome to come over you any time,” he laughs. “That was amazing. You are amazing.”
Carter’s phone buzzes. With me resting on him, he answers it. “Yeah, uh-huh. Give us five minutes, then let them up. Okay. Thanks.” He places a kiss on the top of my head. “Our wedding guests have arrived.”
I lean back and look at him, a smile plastered on my face. I look down at our bodies, his smooth tan skin, my olive flesh, and his cock still buried deep in my pussy. Mmmm…. I take my bottom lip between my teeth suddenly feeling a little warm.
“Oh no, I couldn’t if I tried right now.” He swats my ass. “Get up and get dressed. I need to make an honest woman out of you.”
“Ha! Good luck with that,” I laugh.
Chapter 27 – Carter
Vegas Baby!
Never would I have thought that I would be standing in Las Vegas to get married rather than party and get wasted. But here I am, standing at the alter waiting for my future wife to walk down the aisle.
Every day that passed made me love her more. Watching her endless dedication to the Foundation, the way she is with my family and friends, and how she champions for me even when I want to give up. There is nothing about this woman that I don’t love. Which is why asking her to marry me today, at the ribbon cutting of the project that we spearheaded was perfect. And unexpected.
I smile thinking about the look on her face – complete and utter shock. No way in hell did she expect that. And whatever this is that’s going on with her had me worried that my best laid plan was going to fail. I don’t know what’s wrong with her, but something is. And, like she did with me, I’ll make sure she’s okay.
“You sure about this, man?” Chase, my best man, asks as he stands next to me.
Suddenly the door bursts open, and Lexie comes storming into the chapel. She looks stunning in the floor-length white satin dress that she is wearing. I don’t know how she did it, but in the short amount of time we had to prepare she managed to find a dress that looks as if it were made for her.
And even though she is walking toward me with a purpose and possibly pissed, I reply, “I’m positive.”
“We need to talk,” she says when she reaches me.
She grabs my hand and drags me away from the altar into her dressing room.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“The doctor called. They got my test results back.”
Fear courses through my veins. She’s fine. She has to be. I try to remain calm for her benefit. Whatever it is, we can handle it. Together, we can do anything.
“Relax, Princess. Whatever it is, it’s going to be okay,” I promise her.
“I’m pregnant,” she blurts out.
Well, that I wasn’t expecting. I’m not sure why it comes as such a shock. I’m not exactly Mr. Safe over here.
I stare at her for a moment. “We’re going to have a baby?”
“God, Carter, I am so sorry. I…”
Why is she apologizing? Last time I checked making a baby took two people. And I was more than a happy participant in that. The idea is slowly sinking in. A baby. Our baby. I can feel a smile creep across my face.
“What are you smiling about?” she asks.
“We’re going to have a baby,” I reply. “An aw
esome little boy that I can teach how to play football or a girl that is just as gorgeous as you and going to steal my heart. This is a good thing, Lex.”
“You’re sure you feel that way?”
“I’m sure.”
She breaks out into a smile and wraps her arms around my neck. “Thank God. I was so excited, but I was terrified that you would be upset and I…” She pulls back and looks me in the eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you… Baby Momma. Now, let’s get moving so we can make this thing official.”
I make my way back to the front of the church. Minutes later, the door opens lending me the amazing view of Lexie standing next to Coach. Her smile is wide, and those gorgeous blue eyes are dancing with excitement.
Flashes of our time together flood my mind as I watch her make her way to me. Every moment, good or bad, led us to where we are today. Lexie Masterson is sexy and sassy, a princess to my country. She’s my opposite in so many ways, yet my mirror image in all the ways that matter most. First, I fell for her body, then her smart mouth, and finally her heart — each piece of her more perfect than the other.
I take her hands in mine.
“Do you, Carter, promise to love Lexie tender, love her sweet, and never let her go?” the Elvis impersonator that’s marrying us asks in his most Elvis like voice.
With the best straight face, I can muster I reply, “She can put a chain around my neck and lead me anywhere.”
“Do you Lexie take Carter to be your hunk, a hunk of burning love?”
Lexie isn’t able to keep a straight face, and she bursts out laughing. “Really?”
“Is that a yes you hard-headed woman?” Elvis asks.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she replies.
The End.
