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by Jillian Quinn


  I hook my arm around her back and pull her tight against my chest to plant a kiss on her forehead. “It’s not that big.”

  She smiles up at me. “You try fitting it in your mouth. It ain’t small, babe.”

  Nestling my face in the crook of her neck I laugh, keeping my voice to a whisper. “If you don’t stop it, I will be hard. Now, all I can think about is your lips wrapped around my dick.”

  “Patience,” she says with a wink. “After the girls leave tonight, you are all mine.” She touches her lips with her index finger, smiling with her eyes. “I plan to meld my lips to your cock. That much I can promise.”

  “Are you going to make a Star Trek reference every time we have sex for the rest of our lives?”

  She shrugs against my chest. “It’s kind of our thing now.”

  I shake my head. “You’re weird.”

  “So are you,” she says, smacking me in the shoulder. “Your nerd superpowers rubbed off on me. I can’t help it.”

  “You were already a nerd before I met you,” I spit back.

  “That’s why we’re perfect together.”

  “You know, I never would have taken you for a closet nerd based on the night we’d met.”

  She narrows her eyes at me. “And why is that?”

  “You reminded me of Charlie in the basketball shorts and jersey. I thought you were more sporty than nerdy. But that was one of the things I liked about you.”

  “That I was sporty?” She asks, confused. “What’s so exciting about that? Other than basketball and hockey, you’re not all the into sports.”

  “You were down-to-earth and had this vibe about you that reminded me so much of Charlie that I knew we would get along. And I was right.”

  “Knowing how much she means to you, I am flattered.” She holds her palm up to her chest and smiles.

  Bending down, I suck on her bottom lip, before parting her lips with my tongue, gripping her hair in my hands as I kiss her softly. Interrupted by Sydney clearing her throat, the kiss only lasts a few seconds, leaving me wanting more.

  “I’d tell you to get a room,” Sydney says, “but since you live here, I think it’s time we finish up with these cakes, and leave you two to fucking.”

  “No filter,” Kennedy says to Sydney, shooting me an apologetic look.

  “Yeah,” I stammer, “I think that’s a good idea.”

  Regan looks as though she wants to hide behind me from embarrassment. But I know she’s dying for them to leave just as much as I am.

  Chapter 17

  Regan

  Staring into the mirror in our bedroom, I fix the curls that sit just above my breasts in this dress. The hairdresser spent over an hour curling my hair, only for the humidity to mess up her hard work. Now, I’m attempting to style my hair into something more manageable. I have to look presentable in the wedding pictures. This is the wedding of the year. I can only image how many photographers and videographers will be stalking the Wells Fargo Center to take our pictures.

  Jamie comes up from behind, hooking his arm around me, as he slides down the zipper on my bridesmaid dress. He kisses my shoulder, his touch making me wet in anticipation. “You’re beautiful, Regan,” he mutters against my skin. “I love this dress on you, but I’d like it better off.”

  “I just got into this dress. What are you doing, Jameson?” I shake my head in disapproval, smiling at him through the mirror once he peeks up at me.

  He runs his hands down the front of the silky fabric, his touch sending a chill through me. Rubbing his hand over my panties, he leans down to suck on my neck and slides the spaghetti strap off my shoulder.

  “We have to leave soon,” I whine, but my voice comes out like a moan because it’s hard to resist Jamie and how my body responds to him when he’s in this kind of mood.

  “I don’t need much time,” he whispers, as he tugs on my ear with his teeth. “You look so fucking sexy in this dress. Take it off.”

  “Jamie, you're a naughty boy. You will never hear the end of it from Coach if we’re late.”

  Even though I know her better now, it’s still weird for me to call Coach Charlie, especially since Jamie and her boss are the only people who call her by that name. She doesn’t seem to mind and responds to any of her names. I’m so honored that she wanted me to be part of her wedding.

  Having Jamie’s best friend, who means more to him than anything in the world, ask me to be in her wedding only solidified our relationship. Since Jamie left Mr. Conway and his awful company, things have been different for him, which have led to a different life for us. The changes I see in him each day bring us closer together.

  While I’m still working at the Wells Fargo Center, I plan to leave by the end of the year to help Jamie with his new company. He needs me. After all, the man named his software after me. So, it only makes sense that I take my place alongside him, as he navigates this new endeavor.

  Jamie spins me around, pushing my butt against the dresser, as he invades my mouth with his tongue, his hunger for me so intense that it makes my head spin. “I need to be inside you.”

  He grabs my ass with both hands and lifts me up and onto the dresser, never breaking contact. Still intertwined, I reach between us and pull down the zipper of his black slacks, and Jamie already has my dress shoved up to my waist. His dick is so hard that it pokes through the slit in his boxer briefs, grazing my inner thigh. Ever since we’d gotten back together, I got on the pill. Jamie hates having any layers between us, and I feel the same way. He’s the man I plan to spend the rest of my life with, so there should be no barriers.

  He stops kissing me long enough to give me a devious look and peels my panties to the side, taking his cock in his hand to position himself at my entrance. Staring into my eyes, Jamie leans forward and fills me, my fingernails digging into his back as he fucks me, hard and fast. The mirror slams against my back, banging on the wall, but that doesn’t stop him. With each thrust, I come undone.

  My muscles tighten around me, and even though he could fuck me all day long, he knows we need to make this quick. Any minute now, the limo driver will be knocking on the door to pick us up for the wedding.

  A moment after I come, Jamie finishes, the sweat running down his face and soaking his chest. He touches my jaw with his thumb, stroking my skin. “Pretty soon it will be our turn.”

  I narrow my eyes at him, confused by his comment. “Our turn for what?”

  “To get married.” He says this so matter-of-fact as if he already has it planned out for us.

  “Am I missing something?”

  Still inside me and apparently ready for another round, Jamie kisses me. Some days, like this one, he’s insatiable. We’ve already had sex twice since we woke up this morning. That was only a few hours ago.

  He shakes his head and whispers, “I am going to marry you, Regan Turner. Going through all this with Charlie only makes me realize how much more I want this for us.”

  “Are you getting all sappy on me, Dimples?” I ask, sticking my finger in the crevice in his cheek.

  “Maybe.” He looks at me from beneath his brow, a sexy-as-fuck glaze in his eyes. “Is it working?”

  I nod, and he keeps going.

  “I didn’t have much of a family growing up. All I had was Charlie, and now that’s she moving on and thinking of having a family of her own, I realize now more than ever that I want those things with you. I want us to have everything I didn’t get a chance to experience when I was younger.”

  Thrusting inside me once more, his pace quickening, Jamie grips my hips, taking me to a whole new level of euphoria. Placing my palms on both sides of me, I hold onto the dresser for support, as Jamie eases in and out of my slickness, owning my body.

  “Just to be clear,” I grunt out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. “You had better not be proposing to me in the middle of sex.”

  “I was just stating my intentions,” he chokes out, his face twisting into a focused expression.

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bsp; His intentions? He had better not propose to me today, of all days, or I will have to kill him. I ignore the thought, allowing the passion to consume me, as Jamie fulfills all my desires.

  With only a few minutes to spare, Jamie pulls out of me, our juices dripping down my thigh. I can barely function, my legs shaking from all the pounding Jamie did between them. Our limo driver buzzes our apartment, the sound of the bell ringing through the bedroom.

  We compose ourselves, my hair now a tangled mess, despite doing my best to look as though I had made an effort for Coach’s big day. Jamie pulls up his pants and runs toward the door, leaving me a few minutes to push down my dress and spray my hair with anti-frizz. I can only hope what’s left of the curls will stay put long enough to snap a few pictures.

  As the escort of the man-of-honor, Jamie has assured me that I will be with him at all times, hogging up space in the wedding album. In six short months, I’d never expected to fall in love with Jamie and find myself planning our life together. I’m glad that Jamie and I are on the same page, even if our plans are moving faster than normal.

  Walking into the living room with a smile, I lock onto Jamie, his eyes full of happiness, although the sex glaze is still there. The driver and I exchange pleasantries, before opening the front door to return to his car.

  Jamie holds out his palm to me, and I place my hand in his, giving him a squeeze. “I’m so glad we made it this far,” he says, his tone soft and sincere. “And I’m serious about marrying you. I want to do it the right way. I want to meet your dad, get to know him, share my bed with you, and then, when the time comes, I will get down on one knee and ask you to be my wife.”

  “You want to meet my dad,” I croak, my eyes filling with tears. “To ask him to marry me?” Reaching up to run my hand through his hair, I smile so wide the muscles in my face hurt. “You really are perfect. In every way. I love you so much. My dad will love you just as much as I do.”

  “I love you, too, baby.” He brings my hand up to his mouth and plants a kiss on my skin. “I wish your dad wasn’t so busy. We should have met by now.”

  “Well, you know I don’t let just any old guy meet my dad. For all I’d known, you were dating me just to get to him.” I joke about the last part.

  “We should drive up to Canada now that your dad is back home for the summer. It could be fun to make a trip out of it and take all the scenic routes. Plus, I’d like to meet your mom, too.”

  Overwhelmed by emotions, I wipe the corner of my eye with my thumb. “My dad will like the fact that you’re old fashioned because he’s the same way. And my mom will love you, too. It’s impossible not to adore you.”

  Jamie grins, not needing words to communicate. As his lips brush against mine, he pulls me closer, slipping his tongue into my mouth. With one hand, he rakes his fingers through my hair, deepening the kiss, and with the other, he pulls me closer, gripping my ass over thin fabric of my dress.

  My entire body sets on fire from the brush of heat his kiss leaves behind as he pulls back from me. His eyes burn a hole through me, our bond so strong I can already read his mind before he speaks. This is what it feels like to be in love. True love that cuts through me.

  Before Jamie, I thought I’d never find this connection with another person. I was always alone and afraid, too worried about stepping out from behind my father’s shadow. Because of this man, I am doing just that, about to help Jamie take on the tech world. We’re in this together, partners in both business and life.

  Chapter 18

  Jameson

  Charlie’s wedding is no joke the event of the year. Every player from leagues around the world is inside the Wells Fargo Center along with their dates. Despite choosing such a big venue for the reception, Charlie had insisted on getting married in a church. After the priest pronounced Charlie and Alex man and wife, we hopped back into the limo, stopping at a few different places along the way.

  The photographer snapped a few pictures of us at Love Park and on the steps of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Lastly, we went to Dilworth Park, a large, open space with easy access to public transportation that runs along the west side of City Hall. It’s Charlie’s favorite place in the city. Before I had gotten so busy with work, I met her there once a month for lunch. It was always our thing.

  Today was the first time in months that we had the chance to hang out at our favorite meeting place. Dilworth Park was also the place where Alex had skated onto the ice, accidentally exposing their relationship to the world. I remember thinking back then that he was the biggest asshole I’d ever met. And today I was the one who gave him his pep talk before I walked Charlie down the aisle.

  I tried not to get too emotional as I held onto Charlie for dear life, hoping she wouldn’t trip and that I wouldn’t be the cause of it. Luckily, we made it to the altar without any casualties. I stood at her side, as she traded bizarre vows with Alex, which wasn’t all that much of a surprise. I’m happy the stressful part is over. Charlie can be herself and stop worrying about everything. She had me just as worked up over something happening.

  As the man-of-honor, I did my best to make her day perfect. And by the looks of it, Regan pulled off the sports wedding of the year. Strings of white lights and beads are draped from one side of the ceiling to the other, which is a massive feat, considering the size of this place.

  With the event center decked out in the finest crystal, high-end champagne, and food fit for a king, I am beyond impressed with Regan’s ability to throw one hell of a party. Originally, Charlie had wanted the reception on the ice. Instead, she settled for the basketball court the Sixers play on in season because of liability issues. Even I was wondering how we were going to have a wedding on ice without someone getting drunk and busting their head open.

  Clinging to my side, Regan squeezes my arm tight, as we make our way to the dance floor. She looks gorgeous in the red bridesmaid dress Charlie had picked out for the girls. With only thin straps holding it in place, her breasts spill out from the silky material. I couldn’t get enough of Regan before we left the house. And I want her again.

  I’m so happy to have Regan back in my life and living in my apartment that we plan to make our home for the next few years. We talked about the need to stay in Philly for the new company, but when it’s our time to start a family, neither of us want to raise a child in the city. There are so many changes happening for us all at once. All good changes, though.

  Taking our places on the dance floor with the rest of the bridal party, I clutch Regan’s waist, pulling her toward me. She slips her arms around my neck with a smile.

  “You did an amazing job with this place,” I say, whispering the words against her lips.

  “I’m glad you think so.” Regan smiles before taking my bottom lip in her mouth.

  Our kiss only lasts for a few seconds, the heat between us so intense that I have to peel myself away from her to come up for air. “I don’t think I can wait until we get home to have you again.”

  She stares into my eyes and shakes her head. “You’re a bad boy, Jameson.” Regan leans closer, the noise drowning out her voice, so that only I can hear her. “My office is open if you want to sneak away for a while.”

  “Now we’re talking,” I say, lifting her up from the floor, her heels smacking my legs in the process.

  I set her back down, the warmth from her body heating mine, as I hold her close to my chest. When I first realized I would need a date for the wedding, I was only hoping to find someone to accompany me. I never thought I would bring the love of my life along for Charlie’s big day.

  Scanning the faces of the crowd, I lock onto Charlie, who is dancing with Alex. She flashes a smile at me, looking so at peace and unlike the nervous woman I walked down the aisle only a few hours before. Alex hasn’t let Charlie go since he kissed her in front all our friends. If only they had more family.

  But the one thing I’ve realized over the years is that family doesn’t have to be related by blood. They are
the people who are there to support you when you need them most. I’m standing around my family and holding onto the woman who made all my dreams come true.

  Dancing as if they’re at a club, Sydney grinds her ass on Carter, practically fucking him on the dance floor. Getting to know Sydney over the past six months has been interesting, to say the least. But Kennedy was always there to keep her in line. She’s the more reserved one, but I have a feeling her pregnancy had something to do with it. With Kennedy in his arms, Tyler whispers into her ear, rubbing his hand over her huge baby bump.

  “You’re part of this weird ass hockey family now,” I say to Regan, glancing at our friends. “Are you sure you’re ready for a life of dealing with this crowd?” I’m completely joking, and she knows it.

  “Of course.” She presses her lips to mine and kisses me softly. “There’s no family I would rather be a part of than yours.”

  “What the hell!” Regan screams into my ear, just as something wet splashes my shoes and the bottoms of my pants. “Someone dropped their drink on me.”

  Annoyed for Regan, I look down at the floor, now covered in some kind of substance. The people around us are just as confused by whatever spilled on the floor, soaking our feet. Then, I notice Kennedy with her hand over her stomach.

  She stares at Tyler, her eyes widening in shock. “The baby is coming,” she announces.

  Tyler doesn’t speak. Instead, he cups her face in his hands and kisses her. We’re all standing in Kennedy’s water that has just broken.

  Sydney stops grinding on Carter. “She’s coming! Our baby girl is almost here.” Her voice projects over the music, pulling Charlie and Alex out of their martial bliss.

  We crowd around Kennedy and Tyler to congratulate them before Kennedy finally tells Tyler that they need to leave to go to the hospital. For someone so calm on the ice, Tyler looks terrified, as he should be. I can only image how scary it must be to become a father. Even though I want it all with Regan, we are not there yet.

 

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