Page 154 of In a Rush

I grabbed the cord, pushing the toy a little deeper and then pulling it back to watch her stretch around it. “I have an extra tux in the barn.”

“Wha-why?”

“Because I come prepared now,” I said, circling my tongue around her clit again.

“I love you,” she whispered, dropping her head against the sofa’s back. “I really fucking love you.”

I was too busy between her legs to respond and I didn’t have to. Emme knew.

She loosed a broken, gasping cry and her legs started shaking. Her whole body bucked against me and I had to bring both hands to her backside to hold her steady. She twisted her fingers in my hair as she pulsed and shattered under my tongue, her moans and cries rough, almost primal.

I pulled at the cord again, slowly drawing the egg-shaped toy out and slipping it into the black satin pouch I’d kept in my pocket as she panted. “Get up here.” She beckoned to me with her eyes closed and her breath coming hard.

As I stood, she immediately pawed at my trousers, unlatching my belt, yanking at the zip, and pushing my clothes down until my cock sprang free. There wasn’t even a second before her mouth was on me.

“Fuck, Em, slow down.”

I cupped her jaw, my thumb stroking her cheek as she sucked me. But she didn’t slow down. She went on working me hard and I just didn’t have it in me to hold off.

“Baby,” I gasped, my hands flexing. I couldn’t mess up her hair or makeup. “I’m close.”

She nodded, taking me all the way to the back of her throat and holding me there with her hands on my ass. I lasted about fifteen seconds and I was proud to admit it. My wife wasamazing. Nothing she couldn’t do.

“Really fucking love you too,” I choked out as she pulled away. I skimmed a thumb over her plump lips. “Want to marry me?”

She faked a cringe. “Again?”

“They say practice makes perfect,” I said as I straightened my clothes.

“I don’t know.” She lifted her smooth, bare shoulders and let them drop. “The past year’s been pretty good.”

I smiled at her. It’d been agreatyear. I had my beautiful wife, another championship win, and our soccer clubs were in development. There was much more work to be done on getting those clubs operational, at least a year or two, but it was all coming together. We’d decided to locate our flagship teams here in Rhode Island and we were talking about making Friendship home after I retired from the League. We hadn’t finalized anything yet but this place and these people had grown on me. “Let’s make the next one even better.”

An urgent knock sounded at the door. “Time’s up, you two.”

“Not yet,” Emme hollered.

“I’m afraid so,” Grace called back. “The photographer’s ready for you and I’m guessing we’re going to need to touch-up your face. Probably the dress too.”

Emme pushed to her feet and stepped into my arms. She ran a finger over the lace peeking out of my pocket. “You can’t keep my underwear.”

“Why not?”

“Someone will notice,” she whisper-shrieked.

“Every pair of eyes in this place will be on you,” I said. “No one’s gonna pay attention to this little souvenir.”

Another knock. “Save it for the honeymoon.”

“One more minute,” my sweet, delicate wife bellowed. She held out her hand. “Will you come with me?”

I laced our fingers together. “Always.”