Page 69 of Wedding Wrecker

I give him a wicked grin and lick the hot streak off before teasing the hole with the tip of my tongue. This boy has me so addicted to him.

Kyle drops on the bed, as if his muscles all went slack. “Oh God… I’m gonna do whatever you want if you keep doing that,” he mumbles, stretching his arms and grabbing at the sheets.

I hum and lie down to caress my lover’s well-loved pucker. It’s rare that I get to be this thorough with a partner, but this is my honeymoon. My husband. There’s no one else for me, so I need to dote on him with everything I’ve got.

Finally, I let his hips down, and he collapses onto the sheets, breathing hard.

I turn him over and find my way into his arms, face to face, but still slide my thigh between his legs just because I love to feel them spread for me.

"You would have become such a slut if I didn't put a ring on your finger," I say and kiss his chin.

He’s tired but still grins at me and puts his arms around my torso, as if I am a giant teddy bear. “Stop it. I would not. I’m not like that.”

“I don’t know,” I tease, stroking his warm skin. “Seems to me you lose your mind for dick…”

“Your dick,” he says firmly. “I think it’s pretty much one of a kind.”

One look into his soft, dark eyes makes me believe it one hundred percent. He wants only me. “Perfect fit for a one of a kind ass.” I grab his hand and kiss the ring on his finger again, more confident in my choice to marry him than I ever could be.

Epilogue

Kyle

Five years later

It’s already dark when we park by Logan’s family home, and I hope the ice cream I’m carrying hasn’t melted too much. Still, I find a second to kiss Logan before we leave the vehicle. I can’t believe he’s even more handsome than when I first met him

Our love story was crazy. Movie-worthy. And the best thing about it is that it’s still developing.

“I don’t know if I could handle her antics if she wasn’t my sister,” Logan says with a groan, grabbing the groceries.

“You know you would,” I say just as the front door opens, and Ann steps onto the porch with hands folded on her big round belly.

“You’re not gonna deny a pregnant woman her ice cream,” she says.

Jekyll runs out to greet us with a happy bark, but he’s more interested in smelling the bag I’m carrying.

Logan laughs and shakes his head. “On it! It’s here, no need to cause a panic.” He makes a show of running into the house to offer her the ice cream that bit faster. It needs to be a specific brand of mint chocolate chip, but luckily we found it right before the store closed.

“Ann, please, let them get inside!” Logan’s mom yells, which makes her daughter roll her eyes as she retreats into the house.

“We have everything you wanted. Even Mr. Ashen’s favorite lager,” I say loudly, which earns me a grunt of appreciation from the living room.

It’s game night, and Logan’s dad has run out of his number-one drink, so we got it for him while at the store. After all, his parents are letting us stay here and have refused any offers of rent.

By the time I place the bags on the kitchen table, Ann is already digging into the ice cream, and lets out a groan the moment the first spoonful reaches her mouth.

It took Logan’s parents a while to adjust to the news of him marrying me years ago, but they’re now closer to me than my own family, who also came around to some degree. Though we never actually go to stay at my mom’s. At this point, I’ve made my peace with it.

“So did you agree on a name yet?” Mrs. Ashen asks excitedly.

“Shouldn’t Ann choose?” Logan’s dad yells, but from the sound of shuffling furniture, he’s coming our way. There must be a commercial break.

Ann rolls her eyes. “It’s not my baby, Dad.”

He shakes his head as he walks in, but smiles when I hand him the lager. “How is it not your baby if it’s in your belly?”

Mrs. Ashen strokes my head as if I were her son. “She might be the birth mother, but she’s only carrying it for them. It’s not that complicated,” she says even though it took her a while to get used to the idea of surrogacy.