Broken Dreams (Broken 2)

I reached down and grabbed my purse. “Fine, but if you think I’m putting out for you the night before our wedding, you’re crazy.”

I turned and started for the door. Reed walked up and spun me around, and then he slammed me against the door. Before I could even register what was happening, he had my pants down, and he was finger-fucking the hell out of me. I couldn’t believe how fast my orgasm was building. I was beginning to think that all this man had to do was touch me, and I’d have an orgasm.

“Oh God, Reed…”

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asked as he pulled my leg up and pinned it against him.

I dropped my head back and began thrusting into his hand. “Yes! Oh…faster, Reed…please go faster.”

Then, it hit me. The feeling washed over my body so fast and so hard that it took everything out of me not to start screaming out. I bit down on my lower lip and let out whimper after whimper while his fingers moved in and out of me, bringing me to such an incredible high. Then, he slowly brought me down as he whispered how much he loved me.

Once I was able to start breathing normally again, he looked into my eyes as he pushed a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “I love when you call out my name when you’re coming.”

I smiled as I brought my arms up, and I wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He brushed his lips back and forth against mine before sucking in my bottom lip and biting down on it gently.

“I guess since you’re being old-fashioned and not putting out later, I’ll just have to wait until tomorrow night to feel how warm and wet you are for me.”

I let out a chuckle. “Being old-fashioned is overrated.”

He threw his head back and laughed, and then he reached down and helped me put my pants back on. “You ready, Miss Will?”

I nodded my head. “Yes, I am, Mr. Moore. Yes, I am.”

Layton and I were about to try on tuxes when Courtney decided we should just wear jeans and white shirts with a charcoal tie. Whitley’s dress was charcoal, and I had to admit that she looked beautiful in it. I was amazed that they would only have to make one minor adjustment to her dress. Courtney wouldn’t let me watch as she tried on her dress, but Layton and I both heard the girls let out a gasp as Courtney tried it on.

Then, I heard Court yell out, “Motherfucker, it’s the perfect dress!”

I glanced around the store and just shrugged my shoulders. “That’s my future wife. She’s a little excited.”

I got one smile and three dirty looks.

Fifteen minutes later, Courtney and Whitley came walking out, holding dress bags and smiling from ear to ear.

Courtney came walking up to me, and she kissed me so hard and fast on the lips that I let out a laugh afterward.

“Are you sure you’re happy with this, Court?”

She smiled that adorable crooked smile of hers as she placed her hand on my chest. “I’ve never been so happy in my entire life. I cannot wait to be Mrs. Reed Nickolas Moore.”

My heart almost burst with love when I heard her say Mrs. Reed Nickolas Moore.

“Say that again,” I whispered.

She tilted her head. “Which part?”

“Your name.”

She let out a giggle. “Mrs. Reed Nickol

as Moore.”

I smiled bigger and placed my hands on the sides of her face. I brought her lips up to mine, and I kissed her. I wanted to pour as much love into this kiss as I possibly could.

When I pulled back, she whispered, “Wow.”

I took a step back to put space between us. The heat coming from both our bodies was driving me insane, and I was pretty sure she felt the same way.

“Layton and I are going to go watch some football for a bit while y’all take the dresses back to the rooms. I made y’all appointments at the spa and then dinner reservations at Manzanita. I figured you needed some girl time,” I said.