“Wow, I can’t believe I did that.”
“Me either.” Our shock turns into a fit of laughter. Carlie jumps on me, wrapping her legs around my waist. I lower her onto the table, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth.
She spreads her legs and I position myself over her opening. She’s so wet, the tip slips right in. She lets out a little yelp. “You okay?”
“Yeah, Griff. Never fucking better.” She plants a kiss on the bridge of my nose.
I press in a little further as her tight walls expand to fit my girth, milking me with every inch. I hold onto her full, round ass as I press all the way inside her. She cries out, her head falling backward as I suck one of her breasts into my mouth as I fuck her.
The table legs squeak as I pick up speed, unable to get enough of her tight, sweet center. I have to concentrate hard not to come on the spot, but I just want to explode inside her, to expel every drop of my seed until she’s pregnant with my fucking child.
My eyes pop open. Maybe it’s a little too soon for that.
“I love this,” I say, “but I want to make it last.”
“We’ve got all day.” She says between thrusts. Her smokey green eyes bore into mine. “Come, baby. Come for me, and we’ll do it all over again.”
That’s it. I’m a goner.
I press every inch of my throbbing hardness into her and release harder than I have in my whole life. Her fingers grip my shoulders, nails digging gently into the flesh. I let out a long groan as stars flash before my eyes. I’m breathless by the time my orgasm ends, and nearly blind.
“Fucking hell,” I say as Carlie wraps her legs around me, squeezing my ass with her legs.
“Fucking hell, yeah.” She repeats, kissing my shoulders, my neck, my chest. Her hot breath sends tingles down my spine. When I can finally open my eyes, I glance down at the floor, at what’s left of breakfast. Carlie follows my gaze.
“We did that.” She scrunches her nose.
“You did that.” I smile, pressing my lips against her collarbone.
“Semantics.” She rolls her eyes.
“I’ll clean it up,” I say, and start to pull away.
“Don’t you dare, Griffin Starke.” She tosses her blonde hair over her shoulder. “I’ve only got you until tomorrow morning, and I plan on spending every moment of that time fucking you.”
And beyond…I want to add, but I don’t. The look in her eyes tells me that this is the beginning of something good. That I may have finally met the person who can help me heal, who can help me turn my bad boy reputation into something good.
“Sounds good to me,” I say, and carry my woman to her bedroom.
Epilogue
Carlie
Two YearsLater
My hands shake as I stand behind the doors of the Rose Valley Inn’s ballroom. I twist the edge of my bouquet, praying I don’t fall on my face as I make my way down the aisle. My flowers are big, but not big enough to hide the growing belly under my gown. Two years, two kids, and then we decided to tie the knot. It’s not exactly traditional, but neither is our love story.
My dad gives me a kiss on the cheek. “You ready, kid?”
I nod, unable to find words. If I open my mouth, I may end up in tears.
The music plays, and Brigid, the owner of the Inn, opens the doors. She gives me a wink, boosting my confidence before I take in the vast amount of people here to see me marry the love of my life.
My knees nearly buckle. The place is full. The entire organization is here. Their beaming faces all stare up at me. I knew that when we invited everyone, most people would say yes. Griffin Starke’s redemption story has been front page news. The man who once caused a tornado everywhere he went is now a devoted father, an advocate for psychological treatment and grief counseling, and soon-to-be husband.
It’s so story book I can’t stand it.
The linebackers all stand up next to Griffin in gigantic suits (no tuxedos for us, thank you.) And on my side, I have half of my friends, and half hired bridesmaids to keep their businesses steady. Why not? It’s part of our story.