Chapter Thirty-Two
Graham
This isn’t how I expected this evening would go.
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“OH FUCK- GRAHAM—”
The hand Naomi has buried in my hair is so tight she might actually leave a bald spot behind. But fuck it, she can pull out as much hair as she wants if it means she lets me keep eating her like my last goddamn meal on Earth.
My fingers dig divots into her thighs where they’re keeping her skirt around her hips as I moan, wantonly driving my tongue into her dripping cunt.
I love this.
I love her.
Fuck, if she doesn’t come in the next ten seconds I’m going to blow my load before I ever get inside her.
I don’t know what it is about this woman, but she’s always had the power to turn me into a teenager when it comes to the way we fuck.
I can’t count the number of times she’s made me come in my pants, the number of times she’s never even had to touch me.
Although, there was one time I do remember very vividly of her making me sit in a chair while I watched her fuck herself with—
I groan into her heat, forcing myself to push that particular memory away before it makes my situation so much worse. Naomi gasps at the vibration of my rumble and I have to grip my cock to try to kill the ache for just a second.
“Graham—” She gasps. “I’m gonna- OH, YES—”
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“Okay, next I need Nami Mychal and… Graham Rosales.”
The wedding planner looks up from her clipboard, gesturing for us to take our places behind Theresa and Elias’s brother, Emmanuel. I pat him on the back as Naomi and I take our positions.
“Long time no see, amigo.”
He smirks over his shoulder. “Still mooching off my brother, cabrón?”
“Until the day I die, muchacho- Ow!” I glare down at Naomi when she elbows me in the ribs. “What was that for?”
“Pay attention,” she orders, her eyes tracking the wedding planner as she gestures for Clara and Rowan to take up places behind us.
Elias and his parents take up the rear while Poppy watches from the doorway where she’ll enter by herself since neither her mother nor father will be in attendance.
Elias’ dad offered to walk her, but she decided after her last disastrous wedding that it was better this way.
Some kind of symbolic gesture of her coming from a family who were purposefully choosing not to attend into one that was full of love and acceptance.
I think a few of her aunts and uncles will be coming, maybe a cousin or two, but other than that the hundred or so people that make the guest list are all Elias and Rowan’s families.
Which of course includes Clara’s mother, and I was informed that Senator Mychal, Nathan, and Nathan’s husband would be attending.
Still not sure how I feel about that.
As the procession starts their practice run in the local church we booked to mimic the cathedral, I lean over to whisper in Naomi’s ear. “So, does your dad still hate me?”
She frowns, very focused on counting the steps everyone is taking before the next couple goes. “My dad doesn’t hate you. Where did you get that idea?”
Cristian and Ivelisse follow the flower girl and the ring bearer, each of them doing their best to keep the kids on track. “He certainly doesn’t approve of me,” I remind her as we step forward .
Naomi scoffs, holding her practice bouquet a little higher as Theresa and Emmanuel start their journey forward. She counts their steps carefully before hooking her arm through mine and leading me forward at a steady pace. Better to let her set it.
“I’m sorry,” she looks up at me as we talk up the aisle. “What father has ever approved of you?”
“Benny likes me,” I say in reference to Elias’ father.
We’re forced to part at the alter and Rowan joins with a quick, “He tolerates him at best,” before standing in front of me like the hulking wall he is.
I lean around him to continue my conversation with Naomi over Clara’s head. “Dads generally love me. Yours does not.”
“You also showed up to my house in a thunderstorm and sat in your car for an hour like a creep—”
“Trying to get up the courage to be romantic as fuck I will remind you—"
“And were secretly dicking down his college age daughter for months.”
“Aye Dios mío…” Theresa murmurs at Naomi’s back. Behind me Cristian and Emmanuel both snort into their hands while Clara bites down hard on her own lip.
“Is this really the time?” Rowan asks as Elias and his parents come up the aisle. Benny and his mother, Xiomara, take seats in the front pew while Elias stands at the altar.
“Time for what?” He asks, adjusting his shirt as he watches the wedding planner instruct Poppy at the other end of the aisle. He gives her a gentle, encouraging smile. Unnecessary I think because Poppy has never looked less anxious about anything in all the years I’ve known her.
Rowan rolls his eyes. “These two fuckwits are having a row about why Graham isn’t introduce to any dad material—”
“Dads love me!” I protest, I look down at Benny. “Benito, por favor—”
“Do not drag me into this, kid.”
“And my dad doesn’t hate you,” Naomi says again, more sternly. “He thinks you’re an old creep, but he doesn’t hate you.”
“OLD?!”
“You’re a decade younger than him at best, Graham.”
I scoff. “That’s not—”
“You’re older than my brother,” she reminds me. “Who, if you’ll recall, does like you. A little too much,” she adds bitterly.
I smirk a little bit. “Jealous, darling?”
“No,” she growls.
Clara raises a brow. “Nathan is married. Why would you be jealous that he finds Graham attractive?”
“I’m not—”
“She so is,” I laugh as the music starts and Poppy begins coming down the aisle.
“It’s alright, mi reina. You don’t have to worry. Gavin locked him down before I could get my shot—”
“Will you both shut the fuck up,” Elias snaps. “Kind of trying to have a moment.”
We do as the groom says. But it doesn’t stop me from leaning back a little and mouthing to Naomi around Rowan’s shoulder, jealous bitch. She gives me the finger in return.
Across the short space, even though she tries to whisper, I hear Clara ask, “So wait… Are you two like doing the whole couple thing now?”
My lips twitch when Naomi begrudgingly replies. “Yeah… I think we are.”
“So last night we didn’t just walk in on back breaking sex?” Clara confirms, much to the distaste of Elias’ sister.
But me? I’m smiling like an idiot when Poppy finally makes it to the end of the aisle. Because whether she’s ready to admit or not, Naomi Mychal is my fucking girlfriend, and I’ll be damned if I spend one more day loving her in secret.
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Stumbling back to my feet I pull at her skirts as she works the clasp of my belt, and then I lift her, slamming her back against the wall.
“Mierda,” I wince. “Are you okay—”
“Shut up and fuck me.” She reaches between us lining up my cock with her soaking, pulsating center and I moan. “Come on, pretty boy. Give it to me- YES!”
Her nails claw at my neck as I sink into her, inch by inch devoured by her tight heat and this is where I want to live forever.
I want to live and die right here, buried deep inside the woman I love.
The woman who loves me and is professing it so viciously in my ear that keeping up a steady rhythm is becoming impossible.
“Fuck, Graham- I love you—” She gasps, marking my throat with her lipstick and teeth. “God, fuck I love you—”
“I love you too- Cono, you’re so fucking tight—”
“Yes—” She gasps. “Yes, keep talking dirty to me, baby, please—”
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“We would like to thank everyone for being here tonight,” I say. “I promise I’ll have a much better speech tomorrow. Someone,” I glare sideways at Rowan. “Forgot to mention that I had to say some profound shit tonight too.”
A few guests laugh at my misery. And it truly has been misery. We rehearsed walking down that aisle no less than thirteen times. Five of which we didn’t even complete because someone was walking too slow or the flower girl was thirsty or the music didn’t work.
It’s a miracle I made it through without putting a bullet in my head. On our last pass up the aisle I muttered into Naomi’s ear, “Rowan and Clara did it right, eloping in Vegas. Let’s follow their example.”
She’s been exceptionally quiet ever since.
It doesn’t exactly help that Poppy has been throwing her glares all through the rehearsal and now dinner.
I can practically see the questions boiling inside her brain beneath her raven hair.
If she wasn’t on such a tight schedule I have no doubt we would have both been cornered and questioned by now- Naomi far more violently than me.
She’s been avoiding the bride all day rather strategically.
But every time Poppy does manage to get close enough the questions make Naomi tense all over.
“When did this start? Before or after Elias and I separated?”
“Did Clara seriously catch you two fucking right after my proposal?”
“Did you meet at that club before or after we met them at El Rincón?”
“Did you know who he was when we went out for my birthday?!”
“How could you not tell us you frequented your brother’s club? Especially knowing Clara worked there?”
That one I know hit a little harder than the others.
Everyone learned who the owner of The Pink Flamingo was following Clara’s assault.
He had to make a statement and apologized profusely to both Clara and her mother, assuring her he was going to work on tightening security measures.
It was not common knowledge, however, that Naomi attended the club herself, saw his books and therefore was aware of Clara’s employment from the day she was hired.
But I couldn’t exactly lie to the man who bailed me out of jail that night. When he asked if I’d ever taken Naomi there, yes, had been the honest answer. And sometimes we just met up there, was the more elaborate one I maybe should have kept to myself.
Because Elias tells Poppy everything apparently, including that her best friend is a member of her older brother’s sex club.