“Harder,” I demand, shoving my heels into his ass. I spread my legs wider and think about how damn grateful I am that this man is mine.
“Yesyesyes,” I mumble, my muscles tightening as the orgasm threatens to spill over. As soon as he places my nipple in his mouth, I lose control. I squeeze my eyes, my body ready to explode from the intensity streaming through me. It takes everything I have to stay quiet as I ride out the wave, covering my mouth with my hand. The bed and breakfast walls are paper thin, and the squeaky springs of the mattress have already given us away. My breasts rise and fall as I try to catch my breath, loving the way his thick cock slides in and out of me.
“You’re so goddamn wet,” he whispers in my ear.
Archer’s movements become more precise as his body trembles. I roll him over and ride him until he groans out his release. I throw my head back and rock my hips as his warmth fills me.
Kissing me gently, Archer wraps his arms around my waist and holds me close. We stay in this position for a minute before cleaning up. Once we’re dressed, we head downstairs and eat. The B&B serves breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and I can never pass up a home-cooked meal. I swear it’s just as good as Belinda’s food.
After we’ve finished eating, we go upstairs and get ready for the wedding. As of right now, we have over an hour before we have to leave, but luckily, the church isn’t too far away.
“I can’t get enough of you, baby,” he proclaims, leading me into the shower. “Love every damn thing about you.”
“I hope not because I’m kinda obsessed with you,” I say as we wash up together.
We’ve been official for four months, and he’s become such a major part of my life that I don’t know who I am without Archer. He’s changed me for the better, which is something I never thought I’d say about a man. Not only has he saved my life more than once but I’ve fallen head over heels in love with him too. This man is my other half, my best friend, the only person who really knows who I truly am, and I’m never giving him up.
“You are stunning, sweetheart.” Archer’s eyes gaze over my dress once I’m all ready to go.
“You look quite handsome yourself,” I say, adjusting his tie. “I can’t wait to use this later.”
He gives me a wink, and I know if we don’t leave, we’re going to end up back in bed.
We grab everything we need, then go to the car and head toward the church.
“The last time I wore something like this, I was a teenager.”
“We gotta change that. Plan some fancy date nights. You dress like that, then we’ll end the night with you licking expensive champagne off my body.”
“Damn woman,” he mutters, adjusting himself as he focuses on the road. “I love that thought.”
“Let’s do that sooner than later.”
He sets his palm on my thigh, pushing up my dress. Carefully, he peels my panties to the side and runs his fingertips across my clit before dipping two digits inside. With a popped eyebrow, he looks at me. “My wet girl. Stay still.”
My head rolls back on my shoulders as I hold his wrist in place. “I love when you touch me,” I moan out, arching up toward him. “You know exactly what I need.”
“Fuck, baby. Don’t make me pull over.”
Pulling away, he places his fingers in his mouth and sucks off my juices.
“I wish you would,” I whimper, squeezing my legs together.
“Katie would kill me and then you,” he contends.
“You’re right, she would. I don’t want to make her nervous about me showing up late on her wedding day. But thinking about you inside me will be playing in my mind on repeat all evening now.”
Archer smirks. “Good. Means I got you right where I want you.”
I laugh and glance out the window, noticing the cute shops downtown. Magnolia Springs is one of those tourist traps that’s absolutely adorable, and I understand why Katie loves it so much.
He turns onto the road that leads to the church parking lot. When we get out of the car, a warm breeze brushes against my skin. The weather couldn’t have been better, especially considering June is usually so hot.
I turn my head and see the little white church that sits up on the hill. It’s the same place her grandparents got married, and it was Katie’s dream to get married here too.
Archer and I walk hand in hand as we make our way to the double doors. There are rooms in the back where we’re supposed to meet, and since the place isn’t too big, it doesn’t take long to find them. As soon as I enter, I spot Katie sitting in a chair getting her hair curled.
“Everleigh,” she squeals as I carefully wrap my arms around her. “You’re freakin’ gorgeous.”
“Look at you! Your makeup is perfect, and that tiara looks great on you. You’re beautiful,” I say, pointing at the jewels. Her hair is in big ringlets that fall past her shoulders.
Gemma comes over and squeezes me. “You made it!”
“Of course! We’ve been waitin’ for this day since high school!” I flash Katie a wink since we all knew Noah was in love with her long before they ever got together.
Katie meets my eyes and sighs. “I’ve been waiting a lifetime.”
“And now the big day is finally here,” Gemma cheers.
Katie’s mother comes in with one of her sisters, and they’re each holding one of the twin boys. They bring them over to the couch and sit.
“Oh my gosh! My ovaries! They look so adorable.” The twins are dressed in tiny tuxedos.
Leaving over, I kiss their rosy cheeks, happy my lipstick won’t easily wipe away. “You both look like mini princes right now.”
Owen enters and looks agitated.
“What’s wrong?” Katie asks, and he whispers something in her ear.
“I put some in the car. Go ask your dad for the keys,” she says, and he leaves.
“Forgot deodorant.” She snickers. “Boys.”
“At least he thought to ask,” Gemma says. “Some of the men at the gym could use that thought process.”
Scarlett starts crying, and that’s when I notice Belinda sitting in the corner of the room. Gemma rushes over, but I offer to take her. “Hey, sweetie pie. Why so fussy?”
She wraps her arms around me. “You need a nap, huh?”
“Bababa,” she demands.
“Mm-hmm. You’re right.”
Gemma chuckles, handing Scarlett some juice.
“You’re gettin’ heavy. Gonna be driving soon,” I say, adjusting my position.
Gemma shakes her head. “No, I want her to stay this little forever and ever.”
“They never do,” Katie interjects with a sweet smile.
As I keep Scarlett company, Belinda chats with Gemma. When Scarlett tires of me, and begins reaching for Belinda, I hand her over.
“We’ll be sitting in the front row,” Belinda says, taking the diaper bag and walking out.
“They’re two peas in a pod.” Gemma beams with a sparkle in her eye.
“Tyler told me Belinda’s really stepped up as a grandmother,” I say.
“She has. Scarlett loves her so much, and Belinda loves to spoil her.”
Jerry couldn’t have found a better woman to spend the rest of his life with.