Chapter 44
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
HUNTER
Song- Worthy, Home Team
The first dress she tries on takes my damn breath away.
I think any of them would. Just the thought of her becoming Lola Sterling makes my chest almost crack open. But this one, it’s short, white, fitted at the waist, the fabric catching the light every time she moves. This one does something to me I wasn’t prepared for.
I found something in the last shop that’ll be perfect with this look. She doesn’t know about it yet.
She turns slowly and walks toward the mirror, smoothing the dress against her waist with her good hand. The diamond on her ring finger catches the afternoon sun pouring through the window and throws a tiny prism of light across the glass.
“It can’t be the first one I pick, can it?” she asks.
I’m trying not to come on the spot just looking at her. “Well, seeing as you’re two hours away from marrying your first ever boyfriend, I’d say picking the first dress you try on is pretty damn perfect.”
She smiles at herself in the mirror. Does a little twirl that makes the hem lift, and my hand tightens around myself. But when her eyes find mine in the reflection, the softness evaporates.
Game back on.
I hold out my free hand and motion for her to come to me.
She takes a step.
“On your knees, city girl,” I tell her, pointing at the wooden floor.
I watch her breath hitch. Her eyes blow wide. But she doesn’t defy me.
She drops.
“Remember what I said was next?” I ask, watching every movement she makes.
She nods, licking her lips.
“If you want my dick, firefly, you crawl to me.”
She presses her hand flat against her chest. Her cheeks are flushed. Her eyes are dark.
“If you’re as desperate to be fucked as I think you are, you’ll get on all fours and do as I say.”
“I’m not a pet,” she snaps back.
I tilt my head.
“No. You’re about to be my wife. And you want my cock filling you up nice and deep.
You want my mouth all over you. My hands everywhere.
You want my tongue on your aching pussy.
My fingers in your ass.” I hold her stare.
“You’re not a pet. You’re my incredibly horny girl who’s going to crawl to her equally desperate cowboy. ”
“Fuck,” she hisses. And then she places her hands on the floor.
In the mirror behind her, I catch the view—her perfectly reddened ass framed by the white dress, her back arched, her hair falling over one shoulder.
“My good fuckin’ girl,” I drawl.
Time slows. Every movement she makes makes my dick ache—the sway of her hips, the way her eyes don’t leave mine, not even for a second, like she’s daring me to break first.
Just before she reaches me, I slide off the chair onto my knees. Right in front of her. Eye level. Breathing the same air.
I don’t speak. I just grab her by the throat and pull her in for a kiss.
A desperate one. The kind that’s all teeth and tongue and a man who has completely lost the ability to pretend he’s in control.
My fingers slip between her thighs, and she nudges her legs open wider for me.
Letting me in. Letting me claim what’s already mine.
“Stand up. Leg on the chair and ride my face, pretty girl.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She’s on her feet and in position before I’ve finished the sentence. I stay on my knees, running my hands all the way up her soft legs, feeling the goosebumps rise under my palms.
I rip her panties off in one sharp movement and dip my head beneath her wedding dress. With both hands gripping her ass, I devour her. Every last drop. Every moan that slips from her lips feeds something primal in me that I’ve stopped trying to control.
All mine.
And when she’s right on the edge. Trembling, gasping, her fingers twisted in my hair, I stand.
A yelp escapes her as I bend her over the chair.
And I fuck her. Hard and fast and so fucking desperately that neither of us is going to last. Spurred on by the way she moans my name.
By the way she clenches around me like she’s trying to keep me inside her forever.
By her nails clawing at the velvet on the chair.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yes!” I roar as I spill inside her.
Her body shakes around me as she reaches her own release. It’s exactly as I asked her to. Loud, unashamed, all fuckin’ mine.
My chest burns as I slow my pace. Make sure she’s full of me. Completely. And I pull out slowly, pushing anything that escapes back inside her.
I help her stand and spin her gently to face me. Brush her hair away from her flushed, glowing face.
“I’m going to marry you with no panties on and your cum dripping down my thighs, Hunter Sterling,” she says, still catching her breath.
I can’t help but laugh.
“Exactly how you should become Mrs. Sterling, firefly.”
She smiles. And it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
“You’re going to knock me up before long, aren’t you?”
I grin and lean in, brushing my lips against her cheek. “I can’t help that it feels so fucking good inside you, Lola.”
Her hands grab each side of my face and pull me back to her.
But the heat in her eyes shifts into something more serious.
Something she’s been carrying. “Are you sure you want to do this, Hunter? You have a lot more to lose in a divorce than I do. If you want a prenup, I have a contact who can fix us one up. I’ve got some savings, but nothing on the scale of what you have with the ranch. ”
I blink at her, leaning back slightly. “No. No prenup. This is for life. Ride or fucking die.” I hold her gaze. “If you leave me, I might as well lose everything.”
She presses her nose against mine. And then she says something that changes the entire axis of my world.
“Then have my word, Hunter. If we ever do break up, I don’t want anything of yours.
I won’t take anything from you or Wyatt.
That I promise you.” Her voice cracks on his name.
“Even if you break my heart, I’d never do anything to hurt that little boy. ”
I close my eyes and take a breath so deep it fills my entire chest. I didn’t need to hear her say those words. I didn’t ask for them. Didn’t expect them. But she said them. Unprompted. Standing in a wedding dress in a locked boutique with my cum on her thighs and my ring on her finger.
And it proves what I already knew—Lola is the one.
Not because of money. Not because of protection or paperwork or the legal armor I’m wrapping around her. But because when given the chance to secure a piece of everything I own, she looked me in the eye and promised to protect my son instead.
That means more to me than anything else ever could. “I love you, Lola. So damn much,” I confess.
She smiles against my lips. “I love you too, cowboy.”
I kiss her. With everything I am. Every broken piece, every dark corner, every sin I’ve committed and every one I’ll commit in the future to keep her safe.
She pulls back, brushing her fingers through my hair. “Let’s get you in a suit and make you my husband.”
Lola Jackson walked to me, barefoot and bleeding a few days ago.
And she’s about to walk out of this boutique as the future Mrs. Sterling.
I don’t deserve her.
But I’ll spend every day I have left earning the right to stand beside her.