Built For Me (Middleton Hotels 1)

“Okay, then relax. I’m going to make you come hard.” I pressed my lips to her clit and sucked. Harley’s hands clutched the sheets, fisting them for support as I licked her over and over. I slowed my strokes then sped them up, focusing on her movements. Her heels dug into the mattress and her hips lifted as an orgasm came from her body. Her juices filled my tongue, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I pushed a finger inside and felt her walls crush my knuckles. Fuck, my dick was going to choke in her depths and I couldn’t wait. I slipped off my boxer briefs, just as she lifted her head. Her eyes widened and her mouth parted slightly, which only caused more pre-cum to coat my tip and my hand. I climbed up her body, pressing my cock against her pussy lips and pushed slowly in, stretching her.

I kissed her mouth, letting her taste her flavor all over my tongue, and she lost control, her need was strong again. She naturally wrapped her legs around my waist and pushed my ass forward with her feet, forcing me past her innocence and claiming her as mine.

Chapter 8

Harley

The next morning, he woke up first, started a pot of coffee, and hit the shower. Afterward, he kissed me awake and sent me on in.

As soon as I was out and dressed, I met him in the kitchen. He’d just hung up his phone. He seemed antsy, so I asked him, “Where are we going?”

“The state office. We need to get a marriage license. I looked it up while I had three months to kill,” he said, handing me a cup of coffee.

“I’m surprised you didn’t have it all already planned,” I accused him, taking a sip and putting it down to add more sugar.

“Well, I thought I’d let you pick the finer details,” he replied with a smile. His face hardened a bit, then he added, “Truthfully, I couldn’t guarantee that you’d want me, so I had to wait until I asked.”

“You didn’t ask,” I countered, raising my brow at him in an attempt to chastise him, but he just gave me that wicked grin that turned me into a puddle of mush.

“Yes, I did. Remember when I was eating your pussy and you were begging for more?” How could I forget. I had my body contorted in all kinds of ways, loving the feel of his tongue fucking my pussy.

“Yes, but it was in a moment of weakness.”

“Sorry, no take backs. My baby is probably growing in you right now.”

“I wasn’t taking it back.”

“Good, because I’m not letting you go, Harley. This is forever,” he said, sending butterflies dancing in my belly. The state office was about five minutes away and the anticipation in me was building fast.

We were in and out of that office within minutes. We had three days to plan a wedding. Jacob wasn’t going to wait a day longer. He already had people on standby for décor and catering. It was up to me and what I wanted.

Before I knew what happened, three hours later, I was sitting with three different women looking at dresses and colors, and I was a mess.

Rachael walked in the room and dragged me from them. “Quick time,” she said, clapping her hands in front of my face. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Green,” I replied without thinking.

“What’s your favorite flower?” she asked quickly.

“Orchids,” I fired back.

“Okay, I’ll handle the arrangements and décor. Go try on the three dresses they picked for you. These Middleton boys are bossy, but at least Jacob adores you.”

I hugged her tightly. “Thank you.”

“Now, go hurry,” she said, pushing me away and smacking me on my ass to move.

“Speaking of bossy,” I grumbled, w

alking into the changing room. Every dress fit like a dream, but only one made me feel like a princess. It had that ball gown feel to it and it was something I never thought I would get to wear. It cut perfect at the waist and was well fitted to the breast line, then it rounded perfectly, cupping my boobs, accentuating my cleavage yet maintaining a certain level of elegance. I twirled in it several times before getting ready to take it off.

“Where is she?” Jacob called out, entering the only wedding shop in town.

“Changing, so get out.”

“I’ve seen her naked,” he informed all of them to my mortification.

“Yes, and you’re not supposed to see her in her wedding gown, so wait outside and she’ll be out in a few minutes.”