The cops could still question Heather, and they would. She just wouldn’t be forced to testify if anything went to court, which would help a hell of a lot. I didn’t know what they had on me, but I was crossing my fingers it wasn’t much. There was no way they’d found Mark Phillips, but I had no idea what they might’ve found in his house.
And all that shit was the least of my worries, because by the way my dad and Dragon had flipped out about the women that day, something far worse was going down.
“You ready to head home?” I asked Heather, smoothing my hand down her back until it rested at the top of her ass.
“Yeah,” she replied. “I need to practice my makeup for tomorrow.”
I let out a breath of relief and ushered her back to my bike. I was going to deal with one thing at a time. Tomorrow was the wedding. As long as we got through that, I’d deal with the other shit afterward.
* * *
“We’re gettin’ married today,” I whispered in Heather’s ear the next morning, sliding my hand up her stomach and wrapping my hand around her tit.
“But not until later,” she rasped, arching her back and rolling her hips against my cock.
We were already naked. We hadn’t bothered putting anything on after we’d fooled around the night before, and as I reached down and ran my fingers through the little thatch of hair between her legs I found her already wet.
“Were you havin’ a good dream?” I teased, kissing the side of her neck as I pushed her top knee forward. I loved waking up with easy access to her.
Heather usually slept on her side. Sometimes I’d wake up on my back with her pressed against my chest, and other times I’d wake up with her facing away from me and my dick nestled in the crack of her ass. I was pretty sure she slept however she was comfortable and I was the one moving to be closer to her.
“I was on a deserted island,” she said with a sigh as I rubbed back and forth over her pussy from behind. “And I was rolling around on the sand with… Jason Momoa.”
I scoffed and slapped gently at her pussy, making her jerk in surprise. “Wrong answer,” I mumbled, making her laugh.
“I wasn’t even—” her words cut off as I lined up my cock and slid inside her. It was still a tight fit, fantastically tight, but her body had grown used to me and it only took a couple thrusts before I was all the way inside.
The sex was lazy, all small movements and soft touches, but it was just as good that way as it was when we were rolling around all over the bed. I’d never had that with someone else. Get in, get off, get out had been the status quo since I’d started having sex. I’d never done the slow stuff until Heather. I’d never really wanted to, and I also had only woken up with women a handful of times.
“You should go,” Heather murmured as I pulled away, making me frown. “We’re not supposed to see each other before the wedding.”
“I think that ship has sailed,” I replied, grabbing a t-shirt off the floor to clean her up.
I really needed to stop being inside her without a condom, even if I was pulling out before I came. That worked most of the time, but it sure as hell didn’t work all the time. She was on birth control, but I’d heard people say it sometimes didn’t work for one reason or another, and I wasn’t a fucking doctor so I had no idea what those reasons were.
“I’m getting ready at Brenna’s,” Heather said, rolling over to face me as I got out of bed. “As soon as I’m showered and stuff I’m going to go over there.”
“You need me to do anything?” I asked as I walked over and started some coffee.
“No. Did you get clothes yesterday?” She sat up in bed and leaned back against the headboard, pulling the blankets up to her chest.
“Yup.”
“We have to have two people sign as witnesses, I was thinking my sister and your brother?”
“Fine with me.”
“I forgot to get you a ring,” she blurted suddenly, her eyes going wide. “Shit.”
“Wouldn’t wear one anyway.” I shrugged.
“What? Why?”
“ ’Cause I’m workin’ on cars all day. Wedding ring gets caught inside an engine with my finger still in it and I’m fucked.”
“Oh. That makes sense.”
I poured her a cup of coffee and carried it over, kissing her before I’d let her have it. “It’s gonna be great,” I said, kissing her again. “Stop worryin’.”
Heather stayed in bed while I hopped in the shower, but she was already getting her stuff together when I came back out of the bathroom. I stopped for a second in the doorway and stared. Her hair was crazy; she had some little indented lines across her hip from where she’d been lying on the sheets, and she was bent over searching for something under the bed with her bare ass in full view.