Broken Dreams (Broken 2)

By the time the damn elevator doors opened, I was on fire and needing Reed more than ever, but Layton was still going on and on.

I grabbed Reed’s hand and pulled him away. “Sorry, Layton. If you’ll excuse us, Reed has his husbandly duties to fulfill.”

“Really, Court? I didn’t need that visual,” Whitley said.

I turned around and walked backward as I smiled at Layton and Whitley.

“Go take care of your wife, Layton,” I said.

A smile spread across Layton’s face. “With pleasure, Mrs. Moore,” he said as he reached down and swept Whitley off her feet. He began carrying her back to their room as she laughed and kept telling him to put her down.

When I turned around, I was pretty sure I had a goofy-ass grin on my face.

Reed was just about to put the key into the slot when he lifted my chin. “What’s with the big smile?”

“Layton called me Mrs. Moore, and it sounded so wonderful,” I said as I felt the stupid tears building in my eyes again.

“Well, I’m glad to hear you love it so much since I intend on you keeping that name for the rest of your life. Now, let’s get on with these husbandly duties I have to fulfill.”

Reed reached down and picked me up, and I let out a small scream. He opened the door and carried me in while giving me a sweet, soft kiss. The smell of all the roses in the room was intoxicating. He brought me into the bedroom and set me down on the edge of the bed.

“I really love that wedding dress, but it has to come off now.”

The flood of wetness between my legs caused me to let out a whimper. I couldn’t wait to feel him moving in and out of me, and I was more than ready for it. He got down and took off one of my shoes. He brought my foot up to him and began rubbing it before making his way up my leg. I instinctively spread my legs wider for him, and he let out a moan when his fingers made their way into my panties.

Reed closed his eyes and said, “Damn…you’re always so wet and ready, Court.”

I dropped my head back. “Only for you.”

He pulled his fingers away too soon, and I let out a huff.

He slowly moved his hands down my other leg and removed my other shoe. “I want to taste you on my lips.”

I could hardly stand it. I wanted to reach down and touch myself, but then he reached for my hands and pulled me into a standing position.

“Turn around, angel.”

I slowly turned around, but I kept looking at him over my shoulder.

He reached up and placed his hands on my shoulders as he whispered, “So beautiful.”

I looked straight ahead and tried to keep my thoughts from going crazy. Something about Reed talking like that turned me on even more. He began unzipping my dress, and I felt the goose bumps all over my body.

“This dress looked so amazing on you, Courtney…so incredibly amazing.”

I closed my eyes and smiled. The moment I had seen the dress, I’d known I wanted it. I’d been lucky enough that a bridal store in Tahoe had the damn thing, and I’d gotten even luckier that they had it in my size. I’d only needed a few simple alterations on it. The dress was an Alfred Angelo embroidered lace princess-line dress. The dropped waist and high-low hemline hugged my curves in all the right places. I paired the dress with a pair of Louboutins that I’d worn after the ceremony. I’d accessorized the dress with white pearl drop earrings that Whitley had bought for me and a pearl necklace that was my grandmother’s.

Reed let the dress drop, and when he let out a gasp, I wanted to hug myself. I was wearing a light baby-blue corset with matching baby-blue thongs. I slowly turned around, and the hungry look in Reed’s eyes had me wanting to do a fist pump.

“I, um…I take it this is your something blue?” Reed said as his eyes moved up and down my body before locking on to my eyes.

I knew the light blue in the corset would make my blue eyes pop even more, and when Reed sucked in a breath of air, I knew I was well on my way to driving him crazy.

“Your something new?” He took his index finger and traced along the top edge of the corset, barely touching my breasts in the process.

My breathing became slightly unsteady as I said, “The earrings.”

He leaned down and kissed along the exposed part of my breasts, which Whitley had said were practically pushed up to my chin.