Page 88 of Lightness In My Dark
“Yeah, but I’m liking Carter’s suggestion better.” He entered me again.
He propped me up on the back wall, my legs demanding his hips. I hung onto him, arms wrapped around his torso, head on his shoulder. Finn unapologetically pumped into me, deep, fast, fulfilling. His hips thrusted at an incredible speed while I gripped tighter. A shudder ripped through both of us.
As our breathing calmed, Finn said, “I can’t believe we’re here. We started off with a contract, and now we’re in this all the way.” His hand held my jaw. “You’ve changed my world. I can’t even remember what my life was like before you came into it.” He gave me a tender kiss and whispered, “Don’t ever leave me.”
My hand covered his. “You’re stuck with me.”
We remained that way until we found the courage to face our guests. Thank God they didn’t see our little porn show. As we did the walk of shame, there was a lot of shouting, pointing, clapping, and laughing. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever look pale again.
There was plenty of clinking of glass to keep Finn and I from eating. I had to keep applying my lipstick. With the meal and speeches completed, we made our way to the dance floor for our first dance. Instead of the band playing our song, we had Carter start my playlist. We stared at each other, Finn’s one hand on my waist, the other capturing my hand asChris Stapleton’s Millionaireplayed, and he bent and pressed his forehead to mine. We swayed to the slow melodious rhythm, mouthing the words, and when the second stanza began, he lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him, singing the words, and whispering how much I loved him on his lips.
The music stopped, but we stayed there, holding each other as the wedding party came onto the floor. With one last kiss, I slipped from Finn’s arms, and Cole stepped in for a dance. After that, the music changed to faster tunes, everyone dancing with whoever was around. My friends gathered nearby. We hopped and jumped to the beats, gyrating our hips and laughing like teenagers. It was freeing.
Every so often, I’d catch Finn standing by the bar, one hand in his pocket, staring at me. His face content. A tiny smile planted. It melted my heart. We had been through so much together, and with the unknown ahead, I was ready for anything. Finn prepared me when he became the lightness in my dark.
FINN
I didn’t get to see Wren the morning of our wedding. She had her bridesmaids stay at the house, so I slept at Carter’s. Her friends had been there for three days, and I missed her being by my side… being inside her. With so much time spent together, the one thing I loved about it was waking and falling asleep with Wren next to me. Having her not there put me in a foul mood.
In the shower, I took care of the growing need for Wren so I wouldn’t embarrass myself at the church. Carter and Cole came into the room, grabbed my tuxedo and shoes, and told me to hurry and get dressed.
Carter pushed me downstairs. “Come on, or Wren will never speak to me again if you’re late.” I let out a long-frustrated sigh. “But there’s enough time for some shots to settle your nerves.”
“I’m not nervous. Just frustrated. I haven’t been able to be with Wren.”
Cole smacked me on the shoulder, guided me to the others, and said, “You’ll have a lifetime together.”
A lifetime. The thought of a lifetime with one person should have freaked me out, but not with Wren. She had seen me in my most vulnerable, ugly, dire state, and without batting an eye, embraced me. My chest stiffened when I’d reminisce about her. What a dick I was to her early on because of my discomfort. How I was lucky neither of us called off the contract and went our separate ways. If that happened, I’d be meeting someone else at the church, losing out onmia piccola.
Carter, Jared, Peter, and Jonathan gathered in the room, razzing me about being stuck with one woman for life. The idea only made my dick hard because there’s so much sexual exploration with Wren. We had only begun.
Carter poured shots, handed them out to everyone, locked eyes with me, and said, “To my big brother, the strongest, most generous and honorable man I’ve ever known.”
A lump formed in my throat. I pulled Carter into a hug and whispered in his ear, “You’re the best brother I could have ever asked for. Thank you.” He returned the thanks.
We both swiped at our tears, slammed the shot back while the others did the same. Lindsey put out snacks for us and we did one more shot for good measure.
After finishing the last dressing details, we headed to the church for pictures. Cole paced the outside steps. Wren had asked him to ride along with all her bridesmaids, but he declined. He wanted to be with Carter and me at the house and the church.
I looped my arm around his shoulders and gave him a side hug. “I know I don’t say it often, but you’re a wonderful man, Cole. My parents were lucky to have you in their lives, and as for Carter and me, you’re all the family we need. The only one who fought for us. We will be forever grateful and indebted. And you’re doing a great thing by walking Wren down the aisle. It means a lot to her.”
Cole took out a handkerchief and blew his nose. He wrapped an arm around my waist. “Both of you have grown up into strong, independent men. Your parents would be so proud.” He pressed a finger to my chest. “And you picked the perfect woman. Wren is the kind of woman who will help you find yourself and never let you get too comfortable. She’ll keep things interesting.” He looked out onto the street. “I’m honored to walk her down the aisle, although it’s a shame her parents declined the invitation.”
A limousine turned the corner down the street. Cole ushered me inside while he waited for Wren. When I saw her coming down the aisle, my breathing ceased as if I got the wind knocked out of me. She looked indisputably ravishing, and she was mine. I cursed myself and turned away when my eyes misted because there was no way I was going to cry in front of all these people.
Wren joined me at the altar, and I couldn’t keep my hands to myself, hooking our pinky fingers. I wanted to make sure it was real. She always soothed any kind of brewing emotion inside of me. If someone told me back in October that she’d become my everything, I would have laughed in their face, yet here my everything stood.
The ceremony lasted too long. I wanted to be at the reception, getting the party going. By the time the kiss came, I gave it my all. All the emotions I bottled inside, all the words balancing on a ledge, waiting to be uttered, poured into the kiss.
Of course, once we got to the reception and seated, I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking Wren. My cock pushed against my zipper. I had to have her, so I took her hand and excused us. When I found a janitor’s room, I hurried her inside, and with haste, my hands grappled and touched Wren. God, her scent, a fresh Mediterranean Sea smell with a non-intrusive bouquet, made me hungrier.
Thinking I couldn’t get any harder, Wren had nothing on under her dress. My fingers caressed her soft skin, clit, wet folds. I groaned out anI love youbefore pushing into her. Damn, I missed being in her warmth. She bounced on my lap. The sensation made me dizzy. Wren’s moans, cries solidified my demand.
Then my brother rushed in and ruined the moment. It took me off-guard, so I didn’t grasp what happened until he left. Our microphones picking up our words, slurping sounds, moans, and the act itself. I laughed while Wren turned the spectrum of red. Figuring we could deal with the embarrassment later, I made sure we both came.
While we eased into a regular breathing pattern, I unbuttoned my shirt and shifted it to the sides. Wren’s hand flew to her mouth and then she pressed it to my chest, over my heart.
“Is that a real tattoo?” I nodded. “But you don’t like tattoos.”
“I changed my mind.” She caressed it. “It’s a wren. Unlike yours, mine isn’t in flight.” A tear trickled down her cheek. “It’s nestled into my heart.” My thumb brushed the tears away. “You’ve settled into my heart, Wren. We are forever.”
The laughter, taunts, and jokes aside, the wedding went without a glitch. I had Wren in my arms. Our first dance as a married couple. The world blurred, my focus on Wren. Her dimpled smile aimed up at me. The warmth of her hands gliding along my neck. She was perfect.
The dance floor filled, and I wandered away for a drink. Wren jumped around, kicking her legs out, mouthing the words to songs as she danced with her friends. Every so often, she’d catch me watching her from the bar. My friends were talking to me, but I didn’t hear a word of what they said. Seeing her happy made all the wrongs, right. There was so much ahead of us, and I was ready to tackle it with her. Wren drew out my true self. She fought through the storm I created, surviving and saving me, because she was the lightness in my dark.