AllFreeNovel
Share Us
While we eat, we chat about all sorts of things. The kind of topics most people cover on a first date, except we’re doing it at what is essentially our rehearsal dinner.
I discover Fynn is allergic to bananas, even though he loves them. His favorite movie is called Hot Fuzz. This is his first engagement, even though he's been in long-term relationships before.
I try to keep my confessions carefully curated. There are a few things about my past that would likely have him rethinking our agreement, so I keep things vague. I tell him the thing I miss most about Minneapolis is the museums. That I'd never even seen the ocean until I arrived in Sweet Side. And that the day he left me on the beach I did leave with two phone numbers.
His brows jump up at that one. "I shouldn't be shocked. You were by far the most attractive woman on the beach that day."
I know he's flattering me, but I still eat it up. "You only say that because you didn't have time to see all the women on the beach. You were too busy running away."
He takes my teasing as I intended, and offers me a wickedly handsome smile. He lifts my left hand, fingers toying with the ring he put on it less than an hour ago. "And look where it got me." He brings my hand to his mouth, and nips at my fingertips. "I'll have the most beautiful woman on the beach in my bed tonight."
The reminder of the expectations for tonight—mine, not his—sends my stomach flipping and excited butterflies bouncing around. "As long as you don't snore. Then she’ll be in your bed and you'll be on the couch."
Again, Fynn seems to enjoy my teasing, his wicked smile from earlier holding. "I'll be sure to give you a few good reasons to keep me in the bed then."
The fluttering in my belly turns to quivering, and it clenches tight before dropping directly south, starting a slow throb between my thighs.
"Are we going back to your condo as soon as we finish the ceremony?" I try to sound casual. Like I'm just acclimating myself with the plan for the day, but I think the breathiness of my words might give me away.
That assumption is confirmed when heat flashes in Fynn’s blue eyes. "I love how eager you are, Darling." He tips my palm toward his lips, flicking his tongue against my skin before pressing a kiss behind it. "Unfortunately, I have a few errands to run this afternoon." His teeth gently rake across the heel of my hand. "But, rest assured, I will complete them as quickly as possible."
I stare at where he continues nipping at my skin, the memory of his mouth on much more delicate areas of my body making my skin hot.
Fynn's eyes slide up my arm to my face and he swears under his breath. "Stop looking at me like that, Val, or I'm never going to get anything done."
"Sorry." The need to apologize is ingrained in me at this point, and it slips free all on its own.
Fynn swears again. "Don't apologize." He glances around our table before dropping his napkin over his plate and shoving back his chair. He stands, pulling me along with him. "Come on."
I trail behind him as he weaves between the tables, leading me toward the back of the crowded restaurant. A few eyes do come our way, but none of them seem to carry the vitriol I've seen directed his way before.
Maybe he is right. Maybe my plan is a good one.
He pauses outside a door tucked into a dark hall that branches off the main dining room, again looking both ways before pushing it open and pulling me inside. It's a surprisingly small space. Racks filled with linens and utensils line the walls. I open my mouth to ask what we’re doing in here, but Fynn's lips seal off the question as he pushes me back against the door, the hard lines of his body pinning me in place as one hand drags up the hem of my skirt.
Every muscle in my body turns to liquid as his tongue slides against mine, hot and wet and demanding and exactly like it was yesterday. Wrapping both arms around his neck, I work on staying upright as my fingers grip his hair in an attempt to find purchase as everything spins out around me.
His mouth trails down my neck, the nip of his teeth sending goosebumps racing over my skin and pulling my nipples tight.
"Is this what you were thinking of at the table, Val?" His hand skims over my belly before pushing into the front of my panties, fingers unerring as they slide between the lips of my pussy. He groans. "It was, wasn't it?" His skin glides against mine. "You're so fucking wet for me." One long finger presses into my body and he groans again. "So tight.” His mouth reclaims mine as his finger slides free, dragging up to circle my clit in quick efficient movements that have me coming apart in minutes. His mouth swallows down my cries as my body clenches around nothing.
But there won't be nothing there for long. Tonight I will be filled, likely to capacity based on what I've witnessed.
As I slump against him, Fynn pulls his hand from my panties, bringing it to his mouth to suck his fingers clean. I watch, transfixed. It's an erotic site and has a now familiar heat flaring to life even though I just got off.
Fynn rights my dress, capturing my mouth in another deep, demanding kiss before pulling back. "It's time to go get married, Darling."
CHAPTER TWELVE
FYNN
IN SPITE OF spending my life as a serial monogamist, I've never given much consideration to my wedding day. If I had, it's likely any scenario I dreamed up wouldn't come close to the reality of how it’s actually unfolded.
And, now that I'm standing here in front of Valerie, her hands clasped in mine, I'm wondering if she has imagined her wedding day. I would assume so, considering she's made it to one before.
I lean into her ear, so neither the justice of the peace performing the ceremony or Arny, serving as our witness, will hear. "We don't have to do this today. If you'd like to spend a few weeks planning something a little more..." I fish around for the proper word, "…eventful, we can wait."
Valerie's hands grip mine a little tighter as she shakes her head. "No. This is fine."
