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My brows knit together. “You think you’re going to turn me good, Hudson? Forget it.”
His shoulders shake with a laugh and she shakes his head. “If not, then I’ll go down with you,” he says. “As long as I’m with you, it will be heaven to me.”
Chapter 22
I’ve been to quite a few weddings in my life. The first one was my mom’s wedding to the man she always deserved. It was great, honestly. Quiet, intimate.
Leila and Aiden’s was the complete opposite. It was huge, and expensive as fuck, and had way too many people. They had a blast, though, so that’s all that really matters.
Carter and James’s was more intimate, too, as was Lucas and Madi’s.
I might be a little biased, but I’ve got to admit, my wedding was the best one I have ever attended. Hands down.
Not only did I make sure Gabi got everything she wanted—from the venue, and the food, down to her dream dress—we invited the people who mattered the most to us. Every person who attended our wedding was someone we both loved.
It was fucking amazing. Add in the fact that I got to marry my best friend, and we’ve got a winner.
And even now, not even five-minutes into the drive back to the hotel, my wife is already trying to defile me in this limo.
Best. Wedding. Ever.
“God, you’re so hot,” she mumbles into my mouth as she unbuttons my shirt, making me groan into her mouth.
“Baby,” I murmur between kisses.
“Hmmm?”
“We’re in public,” I manage to say when she leans down and runs her tongue over the ripples of my stomach.
“We’re in a car,” she replies, continuing to unbutton my shirt.
“Which has a driver,” I try to say, my head dizzy and my body aching for her, unable to think properly when she kisses me.
“He can’t see us,” she says, working my belt off. “Or hear us.”
I groan. Highly fucking doubt that. How soundproof are these things anyway? What if he has a secret camera in here, or microphone, and is secretly recording this?
Gabi lifts her head, making my snap out of my thoughts. “Do you want your cock in my mouth or not?”
Christ.
My jaw clenches as I think over the million and one reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this, but then I look at my beautiful wife, heat swimming in her eyes and I throw it all out the window.
“Fuck it,” I say, gripping her waist before I pull her onto me, her thighs spreading open to straddle me. I curl a hand around her neck and pull her down, our lips meeting in a hot kiss as she continues to work my belt, pulling it off a second later.
Fuck, I want to feel her. My hands fumble around, attempting to lift her wedding dress that’s drowning us as she grinds down onto my cock, making me moan into her mouth.Fuck yes.I grip her waist tighter, helping her grind down ontome as her arms wrap around my neck, kissing me deep as every brush of her pussy against my cock makes me light the fuck up.
I need closer, deeper, but I don’t know where the dress starts, and where she ends. “Fuck, this is a lot of dress,” I say, trying to move it out of the way.
“Don’t rip it,” she warns, grinding down on me. “It was very expensive, and might come in handy for my next wedding.”
The teasing smile on her lips makes me narrow my eyes as I grip her waist, and flip us around, until her back is pressed against the leather seats, and I’m crowding her. “Don’t even joke about that.”
She laughs, running her hands over my hair. “I like seeing you jealous.”
“You want to drive me crazy, huh?” I ask her, parting her legs with my thigh, slowly lifting her dress until I can see her lacy white panties that pull a groan deep from my throat.
“Yes,” she gasps when I run my finger along the lacy material.
