“No, you smell amazing like you always do.” I lean forward and drop my head into his neck and feel him laugh. I inhale deeply as his shirt is removed and my eyes go to his right arm where my handwriting is visible in dark blue ink.
“What the, you got it tattooed?” My fingers run over the words that clearly won’t rub off as he studies me. Always watching me. “Holy shit. That’s so hot.” I lean in and trail kisses over the words, my words that I wrote on him as he lovingly strokes my arm. “Oh my God. I love that you did that.” My mouth makes its way up his shoulder to the curve of his neck. Grabbing his face with both hands, I kiss and lick up to his face and latch onto his mouth, pulling his bottom lip and sucking on it. He groans loudly as I slowly release it.
“I took a shower the day you,” he shakes his head at the memory, “and it was starting to wash away even though I tried to avoid any soap getting on it. I was so f**king pissed that it was fading; like it was pulling away from me too. Christ, I was mad. I went out the next day and got it made permanent.” He tattooed himself with a reminder of me. “I love that it’s in your handwriting and that you put it there. Just for you.” His eyes study mine as I blink rapidly, sending tears down my face. He quickly reaches up and wipes them away, and I bend forward and kiss him sweetly.
“Just for me,” I echo and push him back down on his back and start moving again. His hands grip my hips and pull me up and down, quickening my pace as I roam over his bare chest. Trailing over every inch of exposed skin, my hands become reacquainted with the feel of him, his muscles, and his softness, just him. I run down his shoulders, his arms, his chest, and linger on his stomach that clenches as I ride him. His gaze is locked on my br**sts, driving me to bring my hands up and touch myself. Molding them, I watch his eyes widen as I play with and pinch my ni**les.
“Fuck yes. That’s so sexy, love.” His hips come up to meet me and I drop my eyes down, locking onto his. Harder and faster, I feel him moving through me and pulling my orgasm to the surface as his thumbs press into my hip bones. I tell him to press harder, to bruise me because I want his marks on me, all over me. My hands drop to his chest and I pant against him, feeling him pulse against my walls. “Come for me, Dylan.” I obey, quickly coming apart over top of him and rocking my hips to pull out his orgasm.
I droop forward and sprawl out onto his bare chest, feeling his arms wrap around me as we gasp against each other. “I love slutty wedding sex with you,” I force out through my ragged breath, feeling his body shake slightly.
“Same here. We should really make a habit of this.”
We let ourselves stay like that for several minutes, holding each other and coming down slowly before Reese sets me to the side and grabs some toilet paper to clean me up with. After resituating ourselves in the mirror and making out against the door for several totally worth it minutes, he reaches up and unlocks it, allowing for a mad rush of young boys to come into the bathroom.
“Uh oh,” one says through a crooked grin as Reese quickly brushes past him, my hand in his with his fingers laced through mine the way I love. Total boyfriend move. We stop at the door leading to the reception and he turns towards me, bringing my hand up to his lips for a quick kiss.
“You ready for this, Sparks? You’re officially mine now and I plan on being very intimate with you, and often. Lots of sex in beds and sleepovers.” He smiles behind my hand quickly before his face turns serious. “But just so you know, when I say you’re mine, I f**king mean it. I will personally remove anyone and anything that stands in my way of you. Including your panties.”
My grin bursts through my face and he laughs with me as I place my hand on the doorknob with him. “Please, Carroll, bring on the intimacy because I’m not taking you any other way. And just so you know,” my eyes narrow in on his and I spy his wicked grin behind my hand, “You are mine and I will dismember any chick that looks at you twice. And I f**king mean it.”
We walk hand in hand through the crowd of people and spot the wedding party on the dance floor who all begin to cheer and whistle at the sight of us. Juls and Joey move quickly and pull us into the group.
“Fuck yes. Who had the reception?” Joey asks and Billy and Ian both raise their hands. Juls, Brooke and Trent all start clapping as Reese pulls me against his chest and kisses my hair.
“Damn it, Dylan. I really thought you two would fix your shit at the rehearsal. You just lost me a hundred bucks,” Juls scoffs as Joey shakes his head at her. Reese grins widely at the lot of them and Ian moves in and slaps him firmly on the back, issuing me a quick wink.
“I was way off. I pegged your rekindled romance to happen tomorrow after you two went home and sulked over one another all night. Oh well, at least my baby won.” Joey beams, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek and rolling his eyes at Reese.
“Thank f**k, Dylan. This man has been so miserable. I’ve barely been able to stand him around the office. He’s fired three receptionists in less than three months. No one wants to work for him.”
Reese glares at him and I gasp. “Three? Why? What happened to that one guy? I liked him.”
“He annoyed the hell out of me, so f**king cheery all the time. Then the one girl didn’t know how to work the phones properly and lasted about twenty minutes before I made her cry. And the last one used your shampoo. Shit drove me crazy.” Ian bursts out laughing and walks away from us as I fling my arms around my boyfriend’s neck. Yup, that’s right. My boyfriend.