She nodded again. “Yes.”

One hand slipped around her, and she felt his fingers sliding between her legs to separate her folds, opening her to his strokes. It brought her up on her toes, and her head dropped down. Suddenly, his other hand was in her hair, fisting, pulling her head up as two fingers thrust inside her.

She gasped.

“You ready for me?” he asked as he stroked, searching and finding that spot that drove her crazy.

“Yes,” she panted, quivering from what he was doing to her with those fingers. “Always.”

“Good fucking answer,” he growled as he pulled his fingers out, and then replaced them with his dick, burying himself to the hilt in one deep stroke that had her sucking in a deep breath, tottering on her toes.

One arm locked around her ribs to hold her still, the other hand still buried in her hair as he twisted her head and brought his mouth down over hers, stealing what little breath she had left.

And then both arms locked around her hips, and he was lifting her, ordering, “Lock your legs around me, hands on the wall.”

She pressed her hands to the wall, her heels hooking around his ass, her position almost horizontal as he held her tight and began pounding into her from behind.

He went deep, deeper than before, pounding into her until she knew her inner thighs would be bruised.

He tightened one arm and released her with the other so he could put his hand to the wall and hold them both up.

It wasn’t long before he was grunting, “Fuck.”

And then he was pushing her flat against the wall, the tiles cold against her breasts as he slammed into her one last time to groan out loud as he came inside her.

His breathing was heavy as he jerked once, twice more and then his muscles went limp as he slid her back to her feet, pressing them both to the wall in exhaustion.

After a moment, he pulled her under the shower spray, soaping her body tenderly, without speaking a word the entire time. While he said no words of love or tenderness, the way he touched her communicated to her that he cared about her, and that his feelings ran deep, perhaps even more so than words ever could have.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The next day, the boys had club business to take care of, which worked perfectly into the girls’ plans. The only person that they confided in, swearing to secrecy, was Skylar’s father, Undertaker. She’d called him at the clubhouse before the guys all left and told him their plan. He’d been all for it, but insisted on one thing, that he foot the bill, so he’d left his credit card with Boo and told her to get whatever she needed. And he promised he’d get the boys to the event at the arranged time tomorrow.

Next they drafted Sherry, who was as excited as the rest of them to help with the arrangements. They split into two teams. Sherry took Skylar out shopping for a dress and shoes, while Tink and Jessie took care of getting a cake, booze, catering, and some decorations.

Within an hour, they’d pleaded with a local baker to make them a simple two-tiered cake with a pretty dot pattern and some ribbon to adorn it. Their next stop was an amazing barbeque place that did off site events with a big grill they trailered to events. Fortunately, they’d been able to squeeze the job in for tomorrow. Then the girls hit the liquor store and bought up cases of booze, and a keg of beer.

When they finished their running around town, Tink and Jessie rushed back to Ghost’s place to start setting up. Luckily, Jessie didn’t need the key to his place to access the courtyard they’d be decorating.

Three hours later, Jessie climbed back down the ladder and brushed her hands off, surveying all their hard work. They’d strung strands of twinkling lights all around the beams and then used wire to hang dozens of glass mason jars at varying lengths from the ceiling.

They’d decided to have the ceremony at dusk, so that it would be dark enough for the lighting to have its full effect. It was going to be magical!

She looked over to the altar, where Tink was putting the finishing touches on two tall candelabras that she’d set up on either side of the fireplace. She’d wrapped trailing flowers all around them.

“Oh, Tink. That looks beautiful.”

Tink stepped back. “Are they even with the aisle?”

Jessie surveyed the folding chairs they’d set up in rows. “It’s perfect.”

“Oh, Jess. The lights look fabulous.” Tink pulled out her phone. “It’s getting late. We’d better get back to Skylar’s before the guys get back. I’m dying to see the dress she picked.”

Jess folded the ladder and stashed it back around the side of the building where she’d found it, and they both jumped in Tink’s car and headed out to Lay Lake.

Ghost and Shades rolled up just as Skylar was modeling the long gown she’d chosen. When the girls heard the roar of the bikes, they jumped to get her out of the dress.

“Hurry,” Sherry shrieked, grabbing up the garment bag and herding Skylar into the bathroom.

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