Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
“You’re going to learn.” Aaron shakes his head at me.
“Learn what?” I ask as he pulls me from the bed, taking me toward the bathroom.
“I know everything about you.” He turns on the shower before putting me under the warm water. “Not joining you or we’ll never get married.” He takes a step back. He’s right. If he gets in this shower I’ll lose track of days again. My mom would likely bust down the door and see me doing things she shouldn't.
“I’ll hurry,” I tell him. I reach for the shampoo, my mind already going a million miles an hour thinking of all the things that still might need to be done. Then Aaron settles me as he starts to list off the things that have been completed. He’s gotten so much done already that I start to feel myself get excited.
I turn to look at him in shock. He looks as smug as ever.
“I’ve seen your Pinterest.” My mouth falls open. “Plus, your mom is team Aaron, as she calls it, and she helped.” He gives me a wink before turning to leave me stunned.
“Aaron!” I call out to him before he reaches the bathroom door. He turns to look at me. “Thank you for catching me.” I blow him a kiss. He snatches it out of the air, bringing it to his lips. My heart does a little flutter in my chest. I’m going to marry him today and it’s going to be perfect.
7
Aaron
Everything has been perfect. I don’t know how Savannah’s mom and I pulled it off but we did. There has only been one small problem. Her brothers. It took the help of Caitlyn Castile to get them under control but she managed to get them walking down the aisle with their own women on their arms to be best men for the ceremony. My wife strolls over to me, dropping down into my lap gracefully. She’s been a little social butterfly saying thank yous to everyone who came. I lean back in my chair and watch her work the room. She is something special and now she is all mine.
“I love you,” she says with a smile before leaning in and kissing me. I dig my fingers into her dark hair, not giving a shit if I mess up the curls someone put into them. Or that I am likely going to be wearing more of her lipstick. She doesn't try and stop me either. I take control of the kiss, pulling her small body more into mine. I’ve let her work the room but now she is mine. I’m not letting her go from my hold for the rest of the night. I’ve done all the sharing I can handle.
“Can you stop?” Cullen asks. Savannah pulls back and sticks her tongue out at her brother. He doesn't have room to talk. I’m pretty sure his hand is up MJ’s dress under the table. Why else is the woman wiggling all around in her seat? Paying attention to everything around me is a habit I don’t think I’ll ever be able to break. I think I might be on higher alert now that I fear losing something.
“You can do whatever you want, dollface,” I tell my wife. She smirks at her brother. She’s enjoying Cullen’s pissy attitude over not getting the information on me he’d like. There is only one person who will know about all of my past and she’s sitting in my lap. I think she enjoys that too. Knowing that only she can have this part of me. That I’ll tell her anything she asks without question.
“How can all your files be redacted? Everything is in fucking black,” he asks again. He tried to have a folder pulled on me. I wish I could have seen his face when the documents came through with everything blacked out. Line after line of solid black bars.
“He was a ninja. What more do you need to know?” Savannah teases him. “Now he only guards me. As you know, I’m a handful.”
“That’s putting it mildly.”
MJ smacks Cullen’s chest at his comment. He snatches her hand and kisses it.
“My handful.” I give my wife’s hip a squeeze wondering if soon she’ll be a bigger handful. The thought has my already hard cock begging to be released. Three days of having her sweet cunt nonstop and I am more addicted to her than ever. This fucking dress isn’t helping. I don’t know how this thing is hotter than her in that damn bikini, but it is. I have a feeling it has to do with the fact that it’s a wedding dress. The one she wore while she walked down the aisle to me and told the world she belongs to me. Willingly.
She wiggles on my cock, feeling it under her ass. “Dollface,” I warn. I am on a short leash. I am enjoying the wedding with her family but I want my wife alone. I haven’t gotten a stolen moment since I parted ways with her this morning. It has been too long since I’ve been inside her.