Total pages in book: 176
Estimated words: 164533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
She drank down every drop, and I felt like a man possessed as I pulled her up, cradling her in my lap as my mouth crashed down on hers. I felt her squirming and knew she probably needed a release, too, so I slid my hand between her silky thighs, finding her wetter, slicker. I was this close to bending her over and shoving my cock inside her, but I’d just come less than a minute ago like a fucking schoolboy, and I needed a moment to recalibrate.
My other hand cupped her breast as I rubbed her clit in fast circles, loving how she gripped the lapels of my suit, little mewls of pleasure leaving her. Quick and hard, I shoved two fingers into her, moving my thumb to her clit as I sank my tongue deeper into her mouth. Charli cried out, her thighs clenching around my hand, and then she fell apart, shaking against me.
“Good girl,” I murmured, petting her hair.
“Rhys,” she breathed. “That was … I really needed that.”
“There’s more where that came from,” I replied huskily just as my phone vibrated in my pocket. Pulling it out, I found a missed call from Ross, followed by a text asking where I’d gotten to and that they were about to serve the food.
Groaning, I let my head fall back against the cushion. Charli studied me. “What’s wrong?”
I cast her a playful, long-suffering look. “We need to get back out there, but I don’t want to leave.”
“Well, we can’t stay here all night. Besides, you’re the best man. Your absence won’t go unnoticed. Also, I’m starving, and I heard they’re serving lobster rolls.”
My smile was indulgent as I stole another kiss. “Far be it from me to keep you from your food.”
I helped her up, and after we both put our rumpled clothing back to rights, headed back out to the wedding reception.
Only this time, we did it hand in hand.
37.
Charli
I felt like I was floating as we went back out. Rhys lifted my hand, pressed his lips to my knuckles, a carnal promise in his gaze before he went to check in with Shay and the others. I spotted Nuala at a table with Jonathan and the couple we’d been chatting to in the church, Alan and Jim. Before joining them, I hot footed it to the bar for a drink.
I needed a glass of Prosecco. Or several. I was still in a state of disbelief that I’d confessed my true feelings to Rhys. I felt like my soul was drifting halfway out of my body the entire time I sat there, spilling my guts. Some illogical part of me had expected him to recoil, tell me he was fond of me, but love … no, he just didn’t share those feelings. But that wasn’t what had happened. Rhys loved me back. He’d perhaps loved me for even longer than I’d loved him, and this feeling of pure contentment and bliss couldn’t ever be matched. If today was the pinnacle of my emotional existence, then so be it. I could be happy with that.
The guy behind the bar handed me a glass of bubbly Prosecco, and I took a healthy gulp before going to Nuala and quietly lowering into the seat next to her.
“Well,” she whispered to me while the others were busy talking. “Did you do it?”
I nodded, unable to help the giddy, nervous laugh that escaped me.
Nuala lifted an eyebrow. “Okay, that laugh was a little manic, so now, I’m worried. How did it go?”
My eyes began to shine as emotion rose forth. I looked across the room to where Rhys sat with Maggie and Shay. His shoulders were broad, his features handsome as he spoke and gestured with his hands. I loved him more than all the stars in the sky. He didn’t notice me looking yet, but my heart filled just to know he was mine. And I was his.
“Oh,” Nuala breathed, seeming to read something in my expression from the way I was looking at Rhys. “That well, huh?” She gave a sniff. “Great, now, I might cry again.”
I squeezed her hand. “Don’t cry. This is a good day. No, a great day.” A swirl of butterflies flitted through me when Rhys, finally sensing my attention, glanced my way, and a loving, heated expression claimed his gorgeous face.
“Oh, Charli,” Nuala said before pulling me into a hug. When she let me go, she sat back and shot me a cheeky grin. “You’re right. It is a great day.” She paused, lowering her voice to whisper, “Also, don’t tell anyone, but I think I might proposition Jonathan tonight. I’ve been talking to him, and he’s quite dishy. I might be discovering a kink for older men.”
I chuckled in delight. “I think you should go for it.”