Page 112 of Hook Up
Greer is desperate, arching her hips and grinding against me. But I maintain an easy rhythm, loving how her body quivers beneath my hands.
“You feel so good.”
“Not nearly as good as you,” I huff, as the spasms reverberating through her body trigger my own release. I press open-mouthed kisses to her nape, twitching as she squeezes around me, driving me, once again, to the brink. “That was the greatest wedding gift ever.”
With a giggle, Greer turns, claiming my lips in a fierce kiss. “Took the words right out of my mouth.” Glancing at the time, she sends me a wink. “Will you send Jillian back in? About time I put on my wedding gown.”
Ten minutes later, I slip from the guest quarters, sending my sister-in-law back in to dress my now sexually sated wife.
Like I said, life couldn’t get any sweeter.
All brides are beautiful. It’s true. They glow, the thrill of a life next to the person they love shimmering through every pore. But Greer? She’s next level as she walks toward me, escorted by her father.
Yep, her father. I forced my wife to sit down and hash things out with her old man because I know the feeling of not having that option. Turns out, they have a ton in common and although the scars remain, they’re forging ahead on a new path.
Mr. Hammond hands off his daughter, and I steal a kiss from Greer, even though I know I’m now wearing some of her lip gloss. Totally worth it. It also gives me another opportunity to nip her neck, catching that amber scent I love so much. If it wouldn’t be frowned upon for years to come, I’d strip Gigi down and have a replay of our earlier tryst. What can I say? Orgasms look good as hell on my woman.
After the ceremony, where we proclaim once again that forever really means forever, the festivities begin. I spared no expense on the party because you only get married once, or in our case, twice.
“Tell me again why you were late for your own ceremony?” Jillian asks, as Greer’s cheeks flame.
“I… I…” Poor Greer, the woman can’t lie to save her life.
“Don’t tell me you two were having sex before the ceremony.” Thank you, Jillian, for announcing that so loud the neighbors heard you—in the next county.
“What? He’s my husband. It’s pretty apparent”—Greer motions to her stomach—“that we’ve had sex.”
“Too much information,” Greg interjects, his face curled in a fake grimace. “I can’t believe you married my sister. What are the odds?”
I chuckle, toasting my brother-in-law. Soda, of course. “Hey, I told you when I was ten that my dream was to make Gigi my wife. I’m just damn lucky it came true.”
Greer wraps her hands around my neck, offering up a sweet kiss. “You are my dream come true.”
“Why can’t you say things like that?” Jillian demands of Greg, eliciting peals of laughter from the group.
“I know why,” Greer whispers in my ear. “Because there’s only one Ryder Gray, and he’s mine.”
Talk about perfect timing. As if on cue, the strains of our Otis Redding song fill the air, and tears mist in Greer’s eyes.
“May I have this dance?”
“You can have every one of them,” she replies, taking my hand as I lead her to the floor.
“How are you feeling?” Yes, I worry. Constantly. But it’s a perfect balance to my wife, the medical professional, who is more laid back about this pregnancy than any woman I’ve ever known.
“Perfect. I—” her voice cuts off, her hands flying to her belly.
See? This is why I worry. “What is it, Gigi? What’s wrong?”
A smile stretches across her face as she grabs my hands and places them against her stomach. “Looks like someone else is a fan of our song.”
There, by the shores of Lake George, I feel the tiny tap from inside her belly, and I sink to my knees, pressing kisses to her skin. “My babies.” Glancing up at Greer, I know the brightness in her eyes matches my own. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“Waiting for me. Believing in me. Loving me. Giving me the greatest gift in the world. Take your pick.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, Mr. Gray.”
Popping back to my feet, I claim that gorgeous mouth in a kiss. “Gigi, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
the end
