Page 55 of Heat Advisory

“I am inside you,” I teased.

“More,” she whimpered as she ground down against my fingers.

“God, Cora, you were made for riding me,” I said, staring up at the beauty of her. “You look so damn good taking what you need from me. Take it, sweetheart. Take what you need from me.”

“Jay,” she moaned, and then she came undone. Her pussy clenched tight around my fingers as she came. I watched as her face became even more beautiful as she unraveled before me.

I knew at that moment that I needed to play my cards right so I could convince her to keep this engagement going and marry her for real.

Two hours later, we entered the lobby of the grand hotel where the wedding would take place tomorrow. It felt like stepping into a Pacific Northwest retreat, but with the rustic feel of a Yosemite or Yellowstone National Park vibe—towering wood beams, a massive stone fireplace, and giant candelabras hanging overhead. I saw why my sister had picked this place to get married.

As we moved toward the reception desk, I saw my mom and sister standing off to the side with some other woman I didn’t recognize.

“You know who that woman on the left is?” I asked Cora.

“Since you don’t know her, I’m assuming she isn’t related to you, so either she’s the wedding planner or someone from the groom’s side of the family.”

“Jay! Cora! You made it,” my mother practically shouted from across the room, even though we were now less than thirty feet from them.

She hugged us as my sister introduced the other woman. “Cora, Jay, this is Brianna, my wedding planner.”

“So nice to meet you,” Brianna greeted us, and we shook hands. “Why don’t you guys check in to your rooms, freshen up, and we’ll all meet in the central ballroom for the rehearsal and dinner at six o’clock.”

“Yes, I’m sure you’re both tired, and want to relax for a bit,” my mom said.

“Do we have to tell them anything since you got the rooms for us?” I asked my sister, but she just looked at me weirdly.

“What do you mean?” Morgan asked.

“The room block,” I reminded her.

“Oh, God,” Cora whispered beside me.

I looked down at her and noticed she had her hand covering her mouth, trying not to laugh.

“You didn’t book a room, did you?” my mom asked, though it was clearly a rhetorical question.

“Morgan said in her text she arranged a block of rooms for all the bridesmaids and groomsmen,” I replied, proving my case.

“Yes, that means I told them to save you a room, but you still had to book it and pay for it, dumbass,” Morgan shot back.

“Don’t call your brother a dumbass,” my mom chided her.

“But he’s being a dumbass,” she defended.

I tried to argue with her, but Cora pulled my arm. “I’ll go help him get a room. Don’t worry about it.”

“There are no more rooms left,” Brianna chimed in.

What did she just say?

“She’s right,” my mom added. “They’re sold out. We just tried to get your cousin Raquel a second room so her kids had more room to run around in, and they’re fully booked.”

Crap. Now what do I do?

“Maybe you could share Cora’s room?” my mom suggested.

Okay, maybe this wasn’t the worst thing to happen.