Say Yes

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you. I’ve always got you.”

A large hand on my back urged me to bend over the arm of the couch, and I braced myself on the cushions as he drew the fabric of my dress up over my ass and lower back, exposing my lacy panties. When he tugged the panties down my legs and cool air hit my hot, needy sex, I whimpered, biting my lip to keep my noises down.

“God, Macks. You’re soaked.” His voice was thick, and a second later, I heard the sharp sound of a zipper coming down.

Then his hands were back on my hips, and his thick, hard cock was sinking inside me, filling me up so perfectly.

I moaned loudly before slapping a hand over my mouth, and Walker chuckled. “Don’t worry. On the actual honeymoon, I’ll be encouraging you to make more noises just like that. As loud as you fucking want.”

The promise in his words made me clench around him, and I bounced harder against his thrusts. That was the perfect summary of my feelings for this man. He was inside me right now, and I was already dying for the next time. I could never get enough of him.

Neither of us lasted long. Walker’s hand slipped under my dress, his fingers circling my clit in time with his thrusts, and I shattered around him, panting and gasping out my release. He followed me over the edge, curling over my body as he thrust into me so deeply I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.

“Stay right here,” he whispered breathlessly as he pulled out.

He pressed a kiss to my ass cheek before giving it a nip that made me yelp. Chuckling evilly, he grabbed a few Kleenex from a box on the counter then returned to help me clean up.

Honestly, he was only mildly helpful. The sight of my ass on display under the fabric of my wedding dress seemed to drive him wild, and he kept getting distracted, running his fingers over my skin, kissing and nibbling at my rounded cheeks.

My sated desire sparked back to life with every touch, but there was a whole crowd of wedding guests waiting for us downstairs, and if we started round two, people would definitely notice our absence.

He worked my panties up my legs, trailing kisses in their wake, then pulled down the fabric of my dress. As soon as I stood, he pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply. A groan rumbled in his chest, and even though I was sure I’d made louder noises, I held a finger to his lips.

“Shhh. Someone’s going to realize where we were and what we were doing!”

I reluctantly stepped away from him as he chuckled, adjusting my panties under my dress and hoping by some miracle that my hair and make up wasn’t too all over the place. Alex had used waterproof and long-lasting everything though, which meant that aside from a stray fleck of mascara and a flyaway hair, all of my put-together perfect bride look should still be relatively intact.

If you didn’t count the slight rip in my dress. I grinned. I guess I couldn’t knock Walker’s enthusiasm.

Peeking out of the room we’d hidden ourselves in, I glanced around for anyone who might see us sneaking out.

“You know, they probably already know we were gone, and what we were up to,” Walker teased. “It’s hard to miss a bride and her groom disappearing from the wedding—”

“Shh. I can always hope.”

“Well, well, well. What’s this now?”

My eyes widened as I caught sight of Grant sauntering down the hall in our direction. It was too late to pull back into the room; he’d already seen my head poking out. And Walker had stuck his head out too, which hadn’t helped the situation. I was more than a little mortified. It was obvious what we’d been doing, and Grant’s little smirk said as much.

He cocked his head as I opened the door and we stepped out. “Whatcha been doing? You look a little flushed.”

Whatever tint he saw on my cheeks darkened as I blushed with embarrassment under his gaze.

“We weren’t doing any… I mean, we were just sorting out some… taking care of…” I trailed off, realizing it was pointless. Then I straightened out the front of my dress and stepped out of the room with Walker behind me.

Grant snorted. “Mm-hm. That’s why you look guilty as sin—though I guess it’s not much of a sin anymore if you’re for real for real married, huh?” He laughed, nudging me. “I just came looking for you because it’s almost cake time… and people were starting to notice the very obvious absence of the bride and groom.”

Walker cleared his throat. “Yep, well, we were just getting some air.”

“In a closed room.”

“Yep.”

Grant rolled his eyes and snorted. “Yeah, okay dude. I’m not gonna tell anyone you were doing what couples do. I am gonna escort your bride though, because you’ve monopolized all of her time, and I’m not here for it.” Grant waggled a finger at Walker and looped his arm in mine, leading the way back to the main event.

He leaned into me. “You know, Macks, all jokes aside—I’m glad to see you both so happy with each other. It’s about time you two got your weirdness together.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. That was about as much of a stamp of approval as I’d ever need.