“Sorry.”
I tweak her other nipple, loving how it puckers at my touch. “Then we’d better set a new record. How many times can my cock take you over the edge tonight?”
“That sounds fun, but what will we have to look forward to on our wedding night?”
“Breaking the old record,” I growl.
Whatever the fuck I have to say about records, I’m ready to break something right now. I lift my hips, grinding my cock against her folds, touching my swollen tip to her clit.
She pushes off my shoulders and sits back on her knees between my legs.
“I’m down with that idea.”
I smile. “And we haven’t even cracked the champagne yet.”
She shuts me up with a kiss that could douse the world in flames.
“Save it for round two.” Her eyes are hot, big, ready to be shook into oblivion. “I want you now, Ridge.”
“Ditto.” I grasp her sides as she rises up, plants her knees on both sides of my hips, and positions herself over my hard-on.
“Or maybe round three,” she says with a whimper, lowering down on my shaft.
I feel her like mad.
Her pussy is so slick, so ready, so fucking mine.
I love how it stretches just right, anchoring my dick deep inside her.
“I’ll never get tired of this,” she whispers, sinking all the way down so I can feel her wetness on my balls.
Damn!
Then she rises up again, urging my hips to chase her. The sensation, the friction stalls my breath and breaks my inner beast off his chain.
I suck a ragged breath as she lowers back down.
Whether it’s truly the best ever, or I just think so because now I know she’s mine to keep, I’m not sure, but I know one thing.
At this rate, I won’t last long.
I reach down, gently flicking the tip of her clit as she rises up again, and then give it my thumb.
She gasps, and then it’s my turn as her pussy tightens more, plunging down faster, then up again for another strike.
Again.
Oh, fuck, again.
I grab her hips, slamming her down harder every time, and arch up to meet her.
Driving, leading, taking her harder and faster with every stroke until we’re both soaring.
“So close. So...oh! Ridge!” she screams, arching as she comes, my hands swinging her hips deeper into the storm.
Her wet heat squirts on my dick.
What little control I had left goes to shreds.
“Grace, fuck!”
Driving deeper one last time, a firestorm rips through my body as she takes me with her, coming pure lightning. My seed erupts in her, furious and hot, my balls pumping and aching to spill everything, to claim her from the inside out.
The aftermath is just as perfect, just as electrifying as she collapses on my chest, my cock still inside her, still throbbing as her pussy quivers with the last of her aftershocks.
We lay there, breathing hard, before she lifts her head and laughs. “I think you’ve convinced me. I’m ready to set some new records.”
I fully agree and spend hours that night setting several new barriers for us to break on our wedding night.
25
No Substitute (Grace)
For the tenth time today, I pinch myself in the thigh.
I’m not taking any chances that this is a dream.
Part of me worries that one morning, I’ll wake up and none of this will be real.
Barely a month after Ridge asked me to marry him, we’re back at the hotel, in the banquet room, saying our I do’s.
Dallas comes out again in full, and so do many of his high-profile friends from Hollywood. This time, when I enter the crowd-filled room, I’m beaming with happiness.
Dad walks me along the red carpet that’s been laid out from the huge door to where Ridge stands on the stage. They’ve turned it into an altar, complete with an archway covered in yellow roses.
He’s in a lady-killer tux again. Black with a gold cummerbund.
I swear, a hotter man never existed on this planet. In this galaxy. In this freaking universe.
“It makes me smile to see you this happy, Gracie,” Dad says with a sniff I pretend I don’t notice. “Some days, I just can’t believe our luck.”
“I feel the same way, Dad.” My heart swells with love as each step brings me closer to Ridge. “We’ve been through hell and back and have a lot to be proud of.”
“We sure do, Gracie-girl. Your mother wouldn’t believe it.”
The sun shines in through the window, soft gold highlighting my groom in his full glory just then.
I’d be a fool to miss the symbol.
A light.
My guiding light to