Chapter 7
Brando
Joss steps out of the bathroom, smoothing down her burgundy-colored dress. She looks over at me with a small smile, and I can't resist striding toward her, pulling her into my arms.
"You look stunning," I breathe, looking down into her dark eyes.
She steps back, checking me out with a heated grin.
"So do you. I'm going to have the best-looking date of the entire wedding."
"Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be to deal with my family," Joss says before looping her arm through mine.
My wedding date grabs her faux fur as we head out of the hotel room. For some reason, her cousin decided to hold the ceremony outside behind the lodge. While it's a beautiful setting with towering trees and a Valentine's themed arch, it is incredibly chilly.
After we sit down, Joss cuddles into my arms to warm up, and I savor the electric thrill her touch gives me. Within seconds, I don't even notice the February chill, because it feels as if electric flames are licking at my skin.
Joss looks around at the wedding decor, then up at me with a grin.
"If you can't tell, my cousin really loves Valentine's Day," she whispers with a giggle.
Kissing her forehead, I breathe, "Happy Valentine's Day, beautiful."
I watch my curvy boss's cheeks turn a rosy red as she beams up at me.
Before she responds, however, the music starts, and we turn to see the parents of the couple walking down the aisle.
Soon, the ceremony is swarming with bubblegum pink bridesmaids' gowns matching the Valentine's Day theme.
We stand when the bride makes her entrance, taking her time walking down the aisle with her father.
When the ceremony begins, I get lost in the way my body feels, holding Joss in my arms. I catch promises of love and devotion throughout the ceremony, but I'm primarily focused on how at peace I am feeling.
Holding my voluptuous employer feels perfect and right and gives me a sense of finally being home.
Stepping into the lodge greets us with a heavenly warmth. Even consumed by the electric heat of Joss's touch, I ended up feeling chilled to the bone by the time the bride and groom were pronounced husband and wife.
Joss and I enter the ballroom, and before we find our seats, a server walks by with glasses of red wine, which we both grab. We are seated at a table with several of Joss's cousins and their spouses. They are all polite enough, but one husband lights up when he finds out that I'm a dragon shifter.
"I'll give you twenty dollars if you shift on the dance floor when the bride and groom do their wedding dance," he grins drunkenly at me. How he's consumed so much alcohol within minutes of the reception starting, I am unsure.
"Yeah, Dave, he's not going to do that," Joss says, fixing him with a glare.
"I'm just saying it would be fucking funny," he snorts before gulping down the rest of his wine and waving over a server for a fresh glass.
The rest of the evening goes by without incident, my favorite part being getting lost in Joss as we sway on the dance floor, oblivious to our surroundings.
At the end of the night, we tumble in through our hotel room door, both of us a little tipsy, but primarily high on being together.
She playfully pushes me onto the bed, undoing my pants, yanking them down to my knees along with my boxers before lifting her dress, revealing that she is going commando.
"I just realized I forgot to tell you about this," she says, playing with her pussy and giving me a cock-hardening grin.
Straddling me, Joss helps me enter her, and we both groan out from the sensation.
I bury my face in her ample cleavage that's pouring out of the top of her dress, kissing and licking the soft curves as she rides me.
Looking up into her lovely face, I can see her eyebrows stitching together as she prepares to fall over the cliff.
Our eyes lock as I join her, the two of us peaking at the same time with loud cries tumbling out into the room.
She collapses beside me, resting her head against my chest.
Once we catch our breath, Joss looks over at me and says, "I'll understand if this was just a weekend fling."
An unintentional guffaw escapes my mouth.
"Are you kidding me? I've been crushing on you since you hired me."
My boss bursts out into giggles.
"Are you being serious?"
"I'm one hundred percent serious. I thought your fiancé was an asshole, and I've always found you incredibly hot and amazing," I say matter-of-factly.
Next thing I know, the curvy beauty is attacking me with kisses.
"I think you're incredibly hot and amazing too," she whispers into my mouth.