“Yeah,” I stammer, “I think that’s a good idea.”
Regan looks as though she wants to hide behind me from embarrassment. But I know she’s dying for them to leave just as much as I am.
Chapter 17
Regan
Staring into the mirror in our bedroom, I fix the curls that sit just above my breasts in this dress. The hairdresser spent over an hour curling my hair, only for the humidity to mess up her hard work. Now, I’m attempting to style my hair into something more manageable. I have to look presentable in the wedding pictures. This is the wedding of the year. I can only image how many photographers and videographers will be stalking the Wells Fargo Center to take our pictures.
Jamie comes up from behind, hooking his arm around me, as he slides down the zipper on my bridesmaid dress. He kisses my shoulder, his touch making me wet in anticipation. “You’re beautiful, Regan,” he mutters against my skin. “I love this dress on you, but I’d like it better off.”
“I just got into this dress. What are you doing, Jameson?” I shake my head in disapproval, smiling at him through the mirror once he peeks up at me.
He runs his hands down the front of the silky fabric, his touch sending a chill through me. Rubbing his hand over my panties, he leans down to suck on my neck and slides the spaghetti strap off my shoulder.
“We have to leave soon,” I whine, but my voice comes out like a moan because it’s hard to resist Jamie and how my body responds to him when he’s in this kind of mood.
“I don’t need much time,” he whispers, as he tugs on my ear with his teeth. “You look so fucking sexy in this dress. Take it off.”
“Jamie, you're a naughty boy. You will never hear the end of it from Coach if we’re late.”
Even though I know her better now, it’s still weird for me to call Coach Charlie, especially since Jamie and her boss are the only people who call her by that name. She doesn’t seem to mind and responds to any of her names. I’m so honored that she wanted me to be part of her wedding.
Having Jamie’s best friend, who means more to him than anything in the world, ask me to be in her wedding only solidified our relationship. Since Jamie left Mr. Conway and his awful company, things have been different for him, which have led to a different life for us. The changes I see in him each day bring us closer together.
While I’m still working at the Wells Fargo Center, I plan to leave by the end of the year to help Jamie with his new company. He needs me. After all, the man named his software after me. So, it only makes sense that I take my place alongside him, as he navigates this new endeavor.
Jamie spins me around, pushing my butt against the dresser, as he invades my mouth with his tongue, his hunger for me so intense that it makes my head spin. “I need to be inside you.”
He grabs my ass with both hands and lifts me up and onto the dresser, never breaking contact. Still intertwined, I reach between us and pull down the zipper of his black slacks, and Jamie already has my dress shoved up to my waist. His dick is so hard that it pokes through the slit in his boxer briefs, grazing my inner thigh. Ever since we’d gotten back together, I got on the pill. Jamie hates having any layers between us, and I feel the same way. He’s the man I plan to spend the rest of my life with, so there should be no barriers.
He stops kissing me long enough to give me a devious look and peels my panties to the side, taking his cock in his hand to position himself at my entrance. Staring into my eyes, Jamie leans forward and fills me, my fingernails digging into his back as he fucks me, hard and fast. The mirror slams against my back, banging on the wall, but that doesn’t stop him. With each thrust, I come undone.
My muscles tighten around me, and even though he could fuck me all day long, he knows we need to make this quick. Any minute now, the limo driver will be knocking on the door to pick us up for the wedding.
A moment after I come, Jamie finishes, the sweat running down his face and soaking his chest. He touches my jaw with his thumb, stroking my skin. “Pretty soon it will be our turn.”
I narrow my eyes at him, confused by his comment. “Our turn for what?”
“To get married.” He says this so matter-of-fact as if he already has it planned out for us.
“Am I missing something?”
Still inside me and apparently ready for another round, Jamie kisses me. Some days, like this one, he’s insatiable. We’ve already had sex twice since we woke up this morning. That was only a few hours ago.
He shakes his head and whispers, “I am going to marry you, Regan Turner. Going through all this with Charlie only makes me realize how much more I want this for us.”
“Are you getting all sappy on me, Dimples?” I ask, sticking my finger in the crevice in his cheek.
“Maybe.” He looks at me from beneath his brow, a sexy-as-fuck glaze in his eyes. “Is it working?”
I nod, and he keeps going.
“I didn’t have much of a family growing up. All I had was Charlie, and now that’s she moving on and thinking of having a family of her own, I realize now more than ever that I want those things with you. I want us to have everything I didn’t get a chance to experience when I was younger.”
Thrusting inside me once more, his pace quickening, Jamie grips my hips, taking me to a whole new level of euphoria. Placing my palms on both sides of me, I hold onto the dresser for support, as Jamie eases in and out of my slickness, owning my body.
“Just to be clear,” I grunt out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. “You had better not be proposing to me in the middle of sex.”