Until Sage (Until Him 2)

Seeing him step close, my eyes stay locked on him as he takes me from my dad, and then I’m in his arms, right where I’m meant to be. As we stare at each other, speaking our vows and holding on to each other tight, I know everything that has happened to me in my life led me to him.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the pastor says, and my husband’s hands hold my face gently as he kisses me, and the moment he pulls back, Monopoly money rains down on us, making me laugh.

“I love you, Kimberly Mayson,” my husband tells me.

“I love you, too,” I whisper, and then I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and pull him down for another kiss, hearing a cheer go up in the crowd.

Epilogue

Kim

Two years later

“HARDER.” MY HEAD falls forward to the mattress and my hands slide out in front of me across the bed. “Please.”

“Fuck,” Sage growls, bending over me, and then his arm is under my breasts, lifting me up. With my back to his front, his free hand slides down over my stomach, zeroing in on my clit.

“Yes!” My hips rock into his fingers on my clit while his cock fills me over and over. “I’m going to come.”

“Kiss me,” he demands. Turning my head so he can capture my mouth with his, I feel his tongue slide between my parted lips. Oh, God, my body shakes as I come. Thrusting his hips once… twice more, he plants himself deep inside me, following me with his own orgasm.

“I’m going to be so late,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.

He laughs. “Chris will get over it. Last month, he was two hours late showing up to dinner.”

“True,” I agree, and then whimper as he pulls out of me and smacks my ass hard enough to sting.

“You shouldn’t be walking around in a towel, baby. That kind of easy access isn’t something I can turn down.”

“Whatever,” I mutter, rolling to my back and pulling the sheet up my body feeling myself drift off to sleep.

“Kimberly?”

“Hmm?”

“You need to get up.”

“You just gave me three orgasms. I’m taking a second to get myself together,” I tell him, keeping my eyes closed.

“All right.” He kisses my forehead then my lips, and then I hear the shower turn on. Ten minutes later, I finally pull myself out of bed and get cleaned up and dressed so I can meet Chris for his fitting.

“Um… do you think the white horses may be a little much?” I ask Chris, looking up from his wedding planning folder in my hand, and his head spins around as his eyes pin me in place.

“Are you asking me if I think my fairy tale wedding is too much?” he asks, sounding appalled, and I bite my lip.

“You rented two white horses,” I state.

He rolls his eyes at me then mutters, “How else are we going to get to the venue?”

“I don’t know. Maybe by car or a limo, like normal people?” I suggest, and he stares down at me like I’ve grown a third eye.

“Normal people? I don’t even know what that means.” He waves me off then stands still so the seamstress can get back to pinning his tux once more.

“Have you ever even ridden a horse before? Because I never have, and I’d rather not die on your wedding day,” I mutter, taking a seat on the bench facing him.

“Don’t be dramatic. How hard could it be?”

“So I take that as you’ve never ridden a horse before either.” I sigh. “I do not see this ending well,” I say, and the seamstress nods in agreement.

Chris looks between us like we’re the crazy ones and his idea isn’t outlandish or crazy as hell. “I’m getting married in a castle. I can’t just pull up in a limo.”

“I give up. I see you’re not going to be deterred from having things your way.” I shake my head at him.

Since the first time Fresco and Chris went out on a date, they have been together and completely inseparable. And three months ago, Fresco asked Chris to marry him. Since then, Chris has been planning his fairy tale wedding. A wedding that includes a real-life castle, two white horses, and twelve doves that will be released at the end of the ceremony. All a little over the top for my taste, but this is his wedding, not mine. And since I got my way and had the wedding of my dreams to Sage, I can’t be mad at my friend for wanting his fairy tale wedding his way.

“Enough talk about the wedding. How are things with the adoption coming along?” he asks, and I feel my face get soft and a smile touch my lips.

“It’s good. We just finished up the first step and went live on their website, so now we wait and see what happens and hopefully get chosen,” I reply quietly, and his eyes fill with tears.