Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 755(@200wpm)___ 604(@250wpm)___ 504(@300wpm)
“Would you like to know how it happened?” Hunter teased as her fingers kept going.
My eyes drifted closed. Lord, help me. I nodded.
“Ocean undressed me, sniffed me, teased me…and then he bent me over the table while you were in the shower,” she told me. I could already feel a second orgasm rushing to meet the first as she tormented me with her betrayal. “My pussy was so tight, but he made me take it anyway. I wish you could have seen how hard he fucked me. How much he wanted it. I thought about you while your man was inside me. I fantasized about what it would be like if you had touched me, too. I came so hard for him, Coby. I left my cream all over his big, black dick, and I wanted so much for you to taste it. Taste us.”
“Oh, Hunterrrrrrr. Oh, fuuuuck.”
“I know,” she cooed. “Come for me, bestie. Please?”
My lips parted to cry out, but Hunter kissed me, swallowing my scream as I came even harder than the first time.
I’d forgotten my future mother-in-law was waiting on the other side of the curtain for us—possibly hearing every word, every sound.
I swore and pushed Hunter away.
She was breathing too heavily to say it, but her eyes told me we weren’t done yet.
My dress was still bunched around my waist, my expensive lace panties discarded and forever ruined. I let the hem of the gown fall, but I could still feel the evidence of what we’d done running down my thigh. My pussy was throbbing like it had a pulse, and I wanted more.
Hunter lifted her hand and held my gaze as she repeated my lewd actions from the night before and slipped both fingers in her mouth. “Mmmh,” she moaned. “Still as sweet as I remembered, bestie.”
I felt like I was tied in so many knots—Ocean, Hunter, the wedding, my brother…
When had life become so complicated?
Standing there, feeling thoroughly fucked, all I wanted to do was unravel.
It was the only explanation for why I rucked up my wedding gown again and pushed my best friend to her knees. Hunter didn’t fight or question what I wanted as I desperately straddled her face without a word. She simply watched me with possession in her eyes as her tongue darted out and began lashing my sensitive pussy. The mirrors all around us made it impossible for us to hide from the lines we were blurring once more, but that was okay because I was done denying myself what I wanted.
Instead, I reveled in the sight of how we looked together.
Hunter dressed to kill with my pussy in her mouth. And me, dressed to offer my hand in marriage to the man who had stamped his ownership over it. I was very much aware that Ocean wouldn’t like me disobeying him, but I couldn’t bring myself to care as I swiveled my hips and rode my best friend’s face.
With tears streaming down my face, I stared at the scandalous vision we made as Hunter moaned and licked me into a third orgasm. I was still mid-scream—muffled by my own hand over my mouth—when I heard a polite knock on the wall next to the dressing room and then the bridal stylist’s high-pitched voice penetrating my post-orgasmic bliss.
“Um, sorry to bother you. Mrs. Kilpatrick had to step out, but Mr. Kilpatrick is waiting for you in the lobby.” There was a pause and then. “He’d like to speak to you both.”
The stylist’s footsteps quickly hurried away.
“Shit,” I swore as Hunter’s head popped from underneath my dress. “Do you think they heard us?” Hunter’s face was blank as she gave a careless shrug. “Shit!” I cursed again. “Ocean can’t see me in my wedding dress.” Assuming there would even be a wedding after this. “Help me.”
I turned around to face the wall.
I waited several agonizing moments before Hunter stepped forward and helped me.
The gown fell to the floor with a heavy thud, and I quickly redressed in the clothes I came in. Before we left the dressing room, though, I couldn’t resist kissing Hunter one last time, tasting myself on her lips that were still glistening with my juices.
“I love you,” I whispered.
It wasn’t the first time I’d told her so, but it was the first time I’d meant it as anything but a friend. I didn’t give her time to reject me before I hurried out of the dressing room.
Hunter fell three steps behind me like Abel had reminded her before we left Glamis this morning. I was careful not to meet any of the stylists’ and seamstresses’ eyes just in case they’d heard us. It was eerily quiet in the boutique, adding to my nervousness, and I realized why when Hunter and I reached the lobby.
A tree-trunk of a man in an expensive suit towered by the door with two armed men guarding it, but it wasn’t Ocean waiting for us as we expected.