Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I’m not thinking clearly, so it doesn’t dawn on me that it’s probably not a coincidence that I’m wearing a pretty white dress Remington picked out for me. Or that he knows exactly where the wedding chapel is in The Lennox. Not that it matters since I would’ve followed him down the aisle anyway. If my mom were here, she’d point out that I’m making a reckless, impulsive decision. Then again, there’s a reason I’m in love with aerial work and silks. And I am Remington’s little daredevil, after all. Getting married to him the day we met is just living up to his nickname for me.
Chapter 7
Remington
Well, that was easier than I expected. I definitely wasn’t prepared for Ainsley to decide she was willing to break her own rule. Luckily, I’ve got my plan in place, so while it was hard as fuck to tear myself away from her, I don’t have to wait too long to have her under me again.
I place my hand on her lower back and guide her to the elevator. She looks a little shell-shocked, but she’s also still flushed from our make-out session. Something tells me that pretty pink blush goes all the way down. My wandering thoughts are only going to make the trip to the chapel more uncomfortable, so I turn my attention to the elevator. Lucky for me, it dings, and the doors whoosh open. Ainsley steps on, and I discreetly adjust my aching hard on before following her.
When we are locked inside the car, all alone, I push her up against the wall and crush my mouth over hers. Ainsley’s arms wind around my neck, and her moan goes straight to my dick. I hope the leaking cum doesn’t mess up my pants. My hands glide from her hips to her firm, round ass and grip as I lift her up. Her legs circle my waist, pressing the bulge in my crotch firmly against her lace covered pussy. Heat radiates from her, cocooning my cock and ratcheting up my yearning to be deep inside her.
I barely notice when the elevator comes to a stop, and the door slides open. Ainsley squeaks and drops her legs as she hides her head in my neck, prompting me to twist and look behind me. An elderly couple is stepping on and while the man averts his eyes, trying to fight a smile, the little silver haired lady winks at me with a big grin. I can’t help chuckling in response as I set Ainsley down and help her right her dress, then turn around, keeping her hidden behind me.
The woman looks up at the man next to her and hip checks him. “I remember when you couldn’t keep your hands off me like that.”
He raises an eyebrow and slips his arm around her waist, pulling her close. “You mean, yesterday?” She snickers and melts into his side. Ainsley giggles but it’s muffled because her head is buried in my back.
We come to another stop, having reached the ground floor, and the couple steps out. “Good luck, love birds,” the woman trills.
Pivoting back to face my girl, I grin when I see the dusting of pink on the apples of her cheeks. I brush her hair back over her shoulder and lean in to kiss her forehead. “That’s going to be us in fifty years,” I murmur. Ainsley lifts her head and beams at me, making me want to kiss her all over again. But, I’m on a mission and am anxious to get it done so I can spend all night kissing her everywhere.
“But we have to tie the knot first.” I take her hand and tow her along as I enter the lobby and make my way around the casino to a set of frosted glass double doors. Soft music is playing when I push through and let go of Ainsley’s hand so I can hold the door for her.
A slender woman, with blonde hair twisted up behind her head, is sitting behind a white, wooden desk. She looks up and smiles brightly as she stands to greet us. “Welcome to The Chapel of Dreams. I’m Aurora Dawson. How may I help you?”
“I need to get a ring on this beautiful woman’s finger immediately.” Clasping Ainsley’s hand again, I tug her into my side, keeping a tight grasp on her.
Aurora smiles and walks around the desk towards us. “I can definitely help you with that!” she says with a laugh.
In less than an hour, I’m standing under a white arch watching Ainsley walk down the aisle with a bouquet of roses in her hands and one tucked behind her right ear. She looks absolutely breathtaking, and I’m too antsy to stand still any longer. I stride down to meet her halfway and sweep her up into my arms, rushing back to the platform where a chuckling officiant waits.