Epilogue
“I’m getting married. I’m actually getting married.
” Jade paces across the stunning suite that Hunter has booked out for the wedding reception.
She’s in her white satin robe, which matches our forest green ones.
Her thick blonde locks are curled up off her petite face and adorned with gold pins with tiny sunflowers on the ends.
Her face is flawless. Trixie’s makeup artist has done her up perfectly.
Her face is dewy with rosy pink cheeks and soft pink lips.
But it’s my best friend's eyes that make her look utterly stunning. They’re the brightest blue, and right now, they’re shining with so much hope and joy that mine start to water.
“Babe, you going to keep still so Kenya can get these photos?” I ask as Jade catches my eye. I’m actually floored by how completely happy she looks.
“Oh, God. Sorry, Kenya.” Jade stops her pacing and comes to sit at the dressing table with me, Trixie, Olivia, and Ria. “I can’t sit still.”
“I get it. I’ve seen your husband to be.
Girl, you’re one lucky woman.” Kenya walks up to us, her camera dangling from her neck, fanning her face.
She met Trixie on one of her first shoots, and they hit it off, so when Jade said she was looking for a wedding photographer, Trixie called her straight away, and she jumped at the chance to capture her special day.
“I don’t need to think of my brother that way, thank you.” Ria scrunches her nose up at Kenya’s comment.
“No, you’ve got your own hot husband to think of.
” Jade nudges Ria’s shoulder, and she looks down at the ring on her ring finger.
“And it looks like he upgraded the ring.” Jade grabs her hand to inspect the stunning princess-cut diamond set in a platinum band surrounded by smaller ice blue diamonds. “This has to be at least five carats.”
“Eight,” Ria says wistfully as she stares at the ring, seemingly a little lost in thought.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” Jade blurts out.
“Leave her alone, Jade.” Trixie giggles next to her. Giving Ria a look that she mirrors, like they’re having a silent conversation.
“Okay, okay. But eight carats.” Jade shakes her head and smiles just as we hear the shutter on Kenya’s camera go off.
“You girls are giving me the best shots here.” She beams down at the tiny screen at the back of her camera.
My phone vibrates in the pocket of my robe, and I take it out, grinning at the message.
Marcus - Meet me in room 235 NOW
“I’ll be back in a few.” I skip toward the large oak door, and every eye falls on me. “What?”
“We know where you’re going.” Jade grins at me.
“Where?” I cross my arms over my chest and stare her down.
“You’re off to get your first mind blowing orgasm of the day.” Trixie’s feral smile should scare me, but honestly, I love how well she knows me.
“You’re wrong.” I open the door, and just as I’m about to close it again, I shout, “It’ll be my third.”
When I make it to the room, I knock, but when he answers, I nearly drop to my knees right there in the hall. Because my man looks fucking hot in his tuxedo, his muscles straining against the fabric.
He’s giving me the same once over, his eyes darkening as he takes in my satin robe that’s gaping slightly.
“Get in here.” He grabs me by the wrist and hauls me to his chest, spinning me as he closes the door, slamming his lips to mine.
I’ll never get enough of this man’s kisses.
He quite literally devours me. His tongue pushes past my open lips to stroke against mine, and I groan as his large hands move the soft material of my robe aside.
He squeezes my breasts and brushes his thumbs over my tight nipples.
“What the fuck are you doing walking around the hotel like this?” he growls against my lips.
“You told me to come now,” I say breathlessly.
“Did anyone see you?” His tone has a dangerous edge to it, and it goes straight to my pussy.
“No, just the girls.”
“Good, because I’d hate to have to punch someone on Hunter’s wedding day.” He slams his lips back down to mine and grinds his thickening cock against my core. “Petardo?”
“What now? I thought I was here for a fucking orgasm, not an interview, Diaz.”
“Dios, te amo.” He smirks.
“Of course you do, but now isn’t question time.” I go to pull his zipper down, but he grabs my wrist, halting me.
“You’re completely naked under this robe, aren’t you?”
“No, I'm wearing a boiler suit.” I roll my eyes. “Of course I’m naked. We were about to get into our dresses, but someone demanded attention.” I go to pull out of his grip.
“Okay, I’m going to punish you for that.”
“Oh no.” Sarcasm drips from my every word as I grin up at him.
“Fucking woman. Turn around.”
“About bloody time.” I turn and place my hands on the door as he flips my robe up over my ass and lovingly strokes my cheeks. “Thought you were punishing me?” I wiggle my ass at him, and he curses in Spanish. I love when I get him to snap.
“I’m just wondering which cheek I’ll punish first. Have a little patience.” Hearing the sound of his zipper, my core clenches with anticipation.
“No time for patience. My best friend is about to marry the love of her life, and I need a fresh glow before I walk down the aisle with her.”
“You asked for it.” He thrusts inside me with one slow agonizing thrust, and I’m momentarily stunned because fuck me, he feels amazing. He thrusts slowly as he squeezes my ass cheeks so hard, I can already feel the fingerprint bruises he’ll leave, and I push back against him.
My phone vibrates in my robe pocket, but I ignore it. The girls know what’s happening; they know better than to disturb me.
“Answer that.”
“What?”
“Your phone. Answer it,” he growls in my ear, causing my pussy to pulse around his cock.
Marcus and I have a very colorful sex life and have often played a little chicken with our friends close by, but on my best friend's wedding day is not the day to do that.
“Why?”
“Just answer the damn phone.” Marcus has slowed his movements and is lazily pushing in and out of me, which is a beautiful kind of torture.
Reaching inside, I grab my phone, swiping at the screen to answer, not bothering to check who it is. “Hello?” I try to keep my voice steady, but my body is trembling from Marcus’s slow, antagonizing thrusts.
“It’s a FaceTime, Petardo.”
How the fuck does he know?
I glance at the phone and see it’s his name across the screen, and oh my God. I can see his long, thick cock moving inside my pussy. My arousal soaking him, glistening around his cock that is stretching me in the most delicious way. I whimper at the erotic sight.
“Looks fucking fantastic, doesn’t it?” I nod as he speeds up. “This right here is one of the best views. Seeing my cock fill you up while I get to spread these perfect fucking ass cheeks is my own nirvana.”
Jesus Christ, it’s so fucking hot, I almost explode, not only his at words, but the sight of him filling me up.
“Do you need to come? Does seeing my cock buried so deep inside your wet, perfect cunt make you want to scream my name?”
How does he do it? Every time with him, I’m hit with pure pleasure. He can bring me to the brink with only the slightest of touches, but this? God, this is just something else.
“Speak, Petardo.”
“Yes. I fucking love seeing what you do to me. My pussy is aching to soak your cock.”
He bends down, the phone still angled at where we’re connected, but he whispers in my ear before nipping it. “Come for me.”
I fucking shatter around him. The orgasm hits me the instant he tells my body it can. My arousal drips down my thighs as Marcus grunts as he comes deep inside me. “Joder… Dios… This cunt.” His cock twitches inside me as the aftershocks of my orgasm squeeze his cock, milking every last drop.
He slowly pulls out, kissing my neck, before spinning me back around.
“Don’t wander around these halls in just this robe again.” He brushes his thumb lovingly down my cheek.
“Why? If that’s the punishment I get?”
“You’ll be the death of me, woman.” He cradles me to his chest, kissing the top of my head. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”