I never doubted myself before that moment. I wanted nothing in the world but to fill her up and keep her filled. I wanted to give her everything she ever wanted. I wanted to keep her careening through space on an endless sea of orgasm, and I wasn’t sure I could do it.
She didn’t give me a chance to balk. Without looking, she crept her delicate fingers up my cock to my waistband. She hummed under her breath while she untied my shorts. She got it out, and the heavy cock fell into her hand.
She stroked it alive, and I couldn’t keep off her any longer. I attacked her blouse to expose the damp swimsuit top underneath. I pawed her breasts in aching lust. She was mine. She was all mine. I never had to hide how I felt about her. I never had to sneak around. I could kiss her in the middle of Main Street. God, I loved her so much! I never wanted to be anything but hers. My whole life belonged to her.
I clawed up her skirt and ripped her bikini bottoms off. I had to be inside her. I had to fall asleep in that glorious embrace of her flesh around me. She bent forward and angled my cock between her butt cheeks. She stirred her own juices with it and guided it home.
I stared over her head at the city falling into night. My lips curled back from my teeth, and I howled in ecstasy at that burning fire incinerating my life to ashes. I existed only in her and because of her.
She eased her ass back against my hips to plunge my shaft into her forbidden zone. She bumped her voluptuous curves into my ever-increasing thrusts. This was the greatest gift anyone could give me.
She danced in my arms in the glory of life-giving pleasure, and the words crashed through my brain on endless waves of cosmic realization. She was pregnant, and she was all mine. She would give birth to my children and live in my house. We’d go driving on the weekends and shopping on the weekdays after the kids got home from school. We’d be so normal no one would recognize us.
I would come home from work and take a shower, and after dinner, she and I would crawl into bed together and do...this. This heaven, this rapture, this eternal daydream—this was what I had to look forward to for the rest of my life.
16
Victoria
My phone rang, and Mandy popped up on the screen. “Hey, girl. Are you coming over for the rehearsal dinner?”
I laughed at her. “Of course! I’m in the wedding party, aren’t I?”
Her voice came from far away. “I guess so.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “All right. Spill it, girl. What’s bothering you?”
“Have you seen Brady Townsend recently?”
My blood ran cold. “I haven’t seen him since Vegas. Why?”
“Charlie hasn’t seen him, either. No one knows what’s up with him. We aren’t even sure if he’s still coming.”
I thought fast. “Why wouldn’t he come? Why would he go to all the trouble of helping us with the wedding plans and coming to Vegas for the bachelor party, only to disappear?”
“That’s what I thought, but that’s what happened. No one knows where he is or if he’s still in the wedding party.”
“Well, has Charlie called him to find out what’s up?”
“No, but...”
“Don’t you think you ought to at least ask him? He’s just a phone call away.”
“I guess so.”
“He’s a busy guy. He runs a huge corporation, and he manages thousands of industrial real estate properties. I’m sure it’s just a miscommunication. Call him up and make sure he’s coming to the rehearsal.”
Mandy’s voice brightened. “You’re right. I’ll call him.”
“Why don’t you have Charlie call him?”
“Actually....” She hesitated. “I was hoping you would offer to call him.”
“Me! Why would I call him?”
“You spent the most time with him after the engagement party. You know him the best.”
I smacked my lips. “I don’t know him better than Charlie. If anybody’s going to call him, it should be that fiancé of yours.”