90 Days (Prairie Town Book 2)

by Ridener, T. E.

  Aw, goddamn. Benji quickly knuckled a tear from his eyes and glanced at Laney again. She gave him a small smile and he rolled his eyes, embarrassed for having been caught crying.

  “Damn, that was good.” Jeb mumbled loud enough for only Benji to hear. “Must have taken him a month to come up with that speech.”

  It really didn’t matter how long it had taken Callum to write his vows; Lydia believed him and that’s all that mattered. They were about to start an amazing journey together, one Benji could only hope to discover one day, and as long as Callum lived up to the words he’d spoken, everything would be okay.

  Good for you, Lydia. He thought when they kissed. The entire church erupted in deafening applause and never had a couple been more deserving of a celebration.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, I am honored to introduce to you for the first time, Mr. and Mrs. Callum Reynolds!”

  Following behind the new bride and groom, Benji looped his arm through Laney’s and escorted her out into perfect August weather.

  “That was some wedding.” She sighed happily, resting her head against his shoulder. “My god, she makes a magnificent bride.”

  “True, true.” He was thoughtful, a grin spreading across his lips again as they watched Lydia and Callum get in his Tahoe. “But I bet you’d give her a real run for her money, huh?”

  Laney’s face turned red and she tried to hide her face from him, but he wasn’t going to have that. Hooking his fingers beneath her chin, he pulled her gaze back to his and leaned in to kiss her sweet lips.

  “Someday, Laney.” He whispered with a nod. “Someday.”

  “Someday?” She echoed, tilting her head like a curious cat. “Someday, what?”

  “Benjamin! There you are.” Tula approached them, breathless and all smiles. She clutched a box between her hands. “I’ve got something I need to give you.”

  “Is that for Lydia and Callum?” He eyed the box and quirked a brow. “I think they’ve had everything sent over to their house. They’re on a tight schedule to make it to Ireland.”

  “I know that.” She rolled her eyes. “This isn’t for Lydia and Callum; it’s for you.”

  “For me?” He glanced at Laney quizzically and she simply shrugged.

  “Yes, for you.” She shoved the box into his hands and grinned. “But don’t open it here. Wait until you’re alone.”

  “What is it?” Curiosity got the best of him as he lifted the box to his ear and shook it.

  “Don’t do that!” Tula nearly snorted as she pushed his hand back down and shook her head. “You silly boy. It’s not something you want people to see, all right? This is for you and Laney. Catch my drift?”

  He stared at her in confusion, completely lost, and then laughed. “Jesus, Tula. What is it? A sex toy or something?”

  Laney immediately dropped her head.

  “Keep it down! Do you want everyone to hear?” Tula flashed him a wicked, wicked smile and then patted his cheek lightly. “You can thank me for it later, sweetie. Oh, and make sure that if you’re going to have sexual relations at Bookleberry’s,”—his mouth dropped open—“you do it where there isn’t a camera. Paul may be scarred for life.”

  “Oh my god.” Laney squeaked.

  “Enjoy, my sweetlings.” She pinched his cheek and grinned mischievously. “A lovely wedding, wasn’t it? Toodles!”

  And just as quickly as she’d appeared, she was gone. With his ears burning, Benji turned his attention back to Laney, who was hiding her face against his shoulder.

  “Well, that was…”

  “Humiliating?” Her voice was muffled, but he was certain he could hear the hint of a smile in there somewhere. “Totally embarrassing?”

  “Hilarious?”

  “Benji, that wasn’t funny, not in the slightest.” Laney slowly lifted her head and peered at him with sparkling eyes. Tears? “That is horrifying. She saw us on camera? I thought you deleted the video!”

  “I did, I swear! But I may have forgotten it’s also a live feed straight to her laptop.”

  “No!”

  “Yes. Oh, God, Laney.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer, rested his lips against her forehead and tried his best to stop laughing. He just knew Laney was going to murder him before the day was done. “I’m sorry. Do you forgive me?”

  “Definitely not.” She swatted his shoulder and pulled away from him, but she didn’t get very far. Being mindful of her cast, he grabbed her around her waist and pulled her back to him, his chest pressing into her back as his lips touched her naked shoulder.

  “Please forgive me, baby.” He growled seductively in her ear. “We’ve apparently got a new toy and I’d hate for it to be neglected because you’re mad at me.”

  “Benji! My parents are literally standing right over there.” She writhed against him and her breath hitched in her throat.

  “But they’re too busy waving.” An impish grin slid over his lips and he gripped her hips possessively. “They’re not paying a bit of attention to us, babe. We could disappear right now and they probably wouldn’t notice.”

  “Benji.” She became breathless—flustered, no doubt. “I’m the maid of honor. I can’t just disappear.”

  “Not even for a quickie?” He purred against her sweet-smelling skin.

  He was trying to tease her, but damn if he wasn’t getting himself worked up at the thought of taking her in the church bathroom.

  I’m definitely going to hell. He thought as Laney trembled against him.

  “We can’t be gone for long.” Her anxious whisper caught him by surprise. “Seriously, Ben. We’ve got twenty minutes tops.”

  “What—?” He stumbled forward when she suddenly turned to grab his hand, and he apparently forgot how to walk as she weaved her way through the crowd.

  She was headed straight for the bathrooms.

  Oh, merciful God…

  “Quick. Get in here and don’t let anybody see you.” Laney instructed as she all but yanked him into the bathroom and closed the door. She was breathing so hard, undoubtedly from excitement, and it was making him nervous as he gripped the box between his shaking hands and stared at her.

  “Well?” She gazed at him expectantly. “Are you going to see what’s in there or not?”

  “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am.” He laughed, almost feeling guilty about having to rip off the pretty wrapping paper. Tula sure knew how to wrap…

  “Hurry, Ben! We don’t have much time.”

  “Calm down, Laney.” Laughter bubbled past his lips as he let the wrapping paper fall to the floor and then pulled off the lid to peer inside. “Holy…is that what I think it is?”

  “What do you think it is?” She questioned, peering inside. “Oh…Oh.”

  “Oh is right.”

  Tula had somehow gotten the impression they needed a strapless strap-on in their life, and not just any strapless strap-on, but a high-tech, top of the line strapless strap-on. It was one meant for people like Benji, and he suddenly couldn’t wait to try it out.

  “Maybe we should save this for later.” He began to close the box, but stopped when Laney’s warm fingers touched his.

  “Or maybe not.” She arched a brow. “I want you, Benji. Right here. Right now.”

  Oh, Jesus fuck…

  “Put it on…or in…or whatever you have to do with it.” She licked her lips, eager eyes staying on his.

  He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Laney so out of sorts before.

  It was hot.

  “Are you sure you want to do this now?” Not that he was complaining. Hell to the no, he was not complaining a damn bit, but they were at a wedding and even though the lady of the hour was rushing off for her honeymoon, it didn’t mean no one wouldn’t be looking for the maid of honor.

  Fuck doing the decent and sensible thing right now. His eager hands tore open the box and he didn’t even bother to read the instructions. Everybody knew how to operate a strapless strap-on, right? A ‘real-do’ as they were
sometimes called, honestly had to be the easiest thing to figure out, and he was going to become a master at it in record time.

  “Just give me a second, babe.” He panted, cheeks ablaze from the sudden arousal barreling down on his body.

  “Take your time.” Laney smiled.

  She totally didn’t mean it.

  Undoing his slacks and pushing them down, he leaned against the counter and readied himself for what would, without a doubt, be the most memorable moment of the McIntosh-Reynolds wedding—at least for him.

  “Okay.” He nodded confidently once he was finished and then glanced up at her. “What now?”

  It was a stupid question to ask, but they hadn’t necessarily done anything that involved more than his tongue and fingers doing wonderful things to her body; this was new territory, at least with her, and it was terrifying for him.

  “I’ve got an idea.” She purred like a damn kitten and leaned in to kiss him.

  A kiss like that was unmistakable. It was fueled by dirty thoughts and wanton tendencies. His knees damn near buckled when she began unbuttoning his vest, followed quickly by his shirt, and then her warm fingers splayed over his chest.

  Sucking in a deep breath, he tried to remind himself that this was Laney, his Laney, and she could do whatever the fuck she wanted to him.

  She didn’t care about the scars on his chest. She didn’t care that he used to have breasts or that he had to take hormones to be who he was now.

  She only cared about him. She loved him, and by God, he’d let her love him in any way she wanted.

  Always.

  Her lips danced down the side of his neck and made their way to his chest. Kissing down, down, down, until her tongue darted out to trace over the thick trail of hair just beneath his belly button.

  “Oh, God.” He groaned as she fell to her knees.

  Was this really happening?

  She peered up at him with those big, beautiful eyes of hers and wrapped her fingers around the base of his fake cock. A small smile toyed at the corners of her lips as she leaned in and allowed her tongue to swirl around the tip.

  Holy. Fuck.

  “Laney, y-you don’t have to do that.” He whispered, but it was evident she wasn’t going to stop as she began inching the surprisingly realistic phallus into her mouth. “Oh, Laney…”

  The pressure of her movements caused the fake dick to rub against the nub between his legs and nothing had ever felt more glorious. Watching her head move back and forth, listening to the sweet little noises she made as she sucked and slurped…it was almost too much.

  “Fuck, babe.” He bit down on his lip ring and swallowed hard, allowing his fingers to sink into her hair. It almost made him feel bad to mess up her curls—almost.

  “Mmm.” She moaned, her eyes remaining on his.

  Was she actually enjoying it?

  Oh, holy fucking fuck. I’m the luckiest man alive.

  “God, I can’t wait.” He pulled her up and relished in the sweet plop sound as her lips released the cock. “Laney, you’re killing me.” His lips claimed hers in a hungry kiss, his hands grabbed at the bottom of her dress and he pulled it upwards, groaning appreciatively as his fingertips caressed her silky skin.

  “Don’t rip it.” She panted, nipping at his bottom lip. “Lydia will kill me if this dress gets destroyed.”

  “I’m not going to destroy the dress.” He turned them around and lifted her onto the counter, all in one sweep, and yanked her underwear downwards. She yelped in surprise and laughed as her cheeks turned red. “I’m just going to destroy you.”

  “You promise?” She asked shyly. It was easy to see Laney wasn’t used to dirty talk, but she could only blame herself for awakening the sleeping beast. He’d been so good up until now.

  Tossing her underwear onto the floor, he gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge, aligning the fake cock with her entrance as heat flooded his veins.

  “I promise, baby.” His voice dripped with need as he slid into her, earning him a moan. God, he loved her moans.

  “Benji.” Her eyes slid closed and her head fell back as he started a steady rhythm, in and out, deep and slow. It was a moment he’d only fantasized about until now; fucking her properly, just like any other man would—but wouldn’t, because she was his.

  “Does it feel good?” His breathing was shallow and his heart thundered in his ears as he worked his hips against her, burying the cock inside her as he gripped her thighs.

  “So good.” She whimpered, forcing her heavily lidded eyes to stay open. “Please don’t…stop.”

  She was insane if she thought he was going to stop. He was driven solely by the desire to pleasure her and that was something she needed to get used to. Everything he did, he did for her.

  “So beautiful.” His lips latched onto the side of her neck and he began to thrust faster, harder. She buried her face against his shoulder, muffling her moans. “God, Laney. I love you.”

  “I love you, too. Oh!” Her nails bit into his sides and he knew she was close. Nothing had ever made him feel prouder than knowing he could pleasure her; he could make her happy.

  I can fulfill her needs, completely.

  “Remind me to thank Tula later.” Her voice quivered, right on the brink of orgasm. “Oh…oh, fuck!”

  She became slippery then and he knew she’d reached her limit, but he wasn’t done yet. As if she could somehow sense it, she wrapped her legs around his waist and nuzzled her nose against his cheek.

  “Don’t stop, baby.” She cooed into his ear. “Fuck me.”

  Yep. She was definitely killing him.

  But what a way to go.

  Wiping the sweat from his forehead with his forearm, Benji stepped closer to the counter and lifted his hips, burying the fake cock as deep as he could inside her. The pressure and sensitivity of his own hot skin was too much; it wouldn’t take him long at this rate.

  “Come on, Benji.” She pleaded as her teeth captured the bottom of his earlobe. “Come for me. Please?”

  “Aw, Jesus, Laney. I…Oh, shit.” He squeezed his eyes shut, thrusting again and again, rubbing himself against the smooth surface of the dildo as his building orgasm approached. “Oh, fuck. Oh, shit…Oh…”

  And then it happened, and it was glorious. It was quite possibly the greatest orgasm of his life. Warmth washed over him by the bucket loads and it was all he could do to keep from collapsing.

  Laney wrapped her arms around him and kissed wherever her lips could find, panting softly as her legs fell to his sides. They were both spent in the most wonderful of ways, and God, he’d never forget it.

  He would never forget the first time they truly made love.

  “That was wonderful.” Laney murmured when they finally found the will to get dressed a few minutes later. Hell, an hour may have passed by for all they knew. “Thank you for that.”

  “You don’t have to thank me, Laney.” He straightened his tie and raked his fingers through his hair, glancing at her through the mirror. “That was the most incredible experience of my life.”

  “Yeah?” She slipped up behind him and wrapped her arms around him, pressing a noisy kiss to the side of his neck. “Same for me.”

  He smiled at her and rested his hand against hers, leaning back into her loving embrace. Never had he imagined finding someone so amazing, so perfect, to fill the void he’d always had in his heart.

  It was the greatest miracle, the most extraordinary occasion, to find someone who would accept him for all he was, and to love him so completely.

  Moving to Prairie Town had definitely been one of his best decisions.

  “I really do love you, Laney McIntosh.” He turned in her arms and framed her face with his hands. His thumb slid over her kiss-swollen bottom lip and his heart swelled with happiness. “I don’t want you to ever doubt that.”

  “I don’t.” Tears shimmered in her eyes as she smiled, turning to kiss at the pad of his thumb. “It’s honestly the first thing I’ve nev
er doubted. Life has been crazy, Benji. I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of, but this—you—it makes everything that’s happened to me worth it. Even—”

  “I know.” He interrupted. He wasn’t really ready to bring up the memories of that night. “I feel the exact same way, babe. It was all worth it because in the end, I got you.”

  “Exactly my thoughts.” Her lips touched his lightly and his heart fluttered.

  “Even though I used to have a girl’s body?”

  “Even though.”

  “And it doesn’t matter that I’ll never have a real…you know?”

  “That definitely doesn’t matter to me, Benji. You know this.” She cocked her head to the side. “You could have been born on a different planet with a totally new gender and I wouldn’t care. It’s what’s in here that matters.” Her palm landed against his chest, right over his heart. “And as someone wise once told me, ‘Love doesn’t know gender. Love doesn’t understand what used to be or what is; it only understands what could be and what should be.’”

  “Definitely wise words.” He snickered. “Lydia?”

  “Of course. And as happy as I am she’s finally got someone who will love her truly and wholeheartedly, I’m also happy I’ve got it, too. I’ve got worries as well, you know. With my depression and occasional meltdowns, it isn’t easy to be with someone.”

  “I’m not just someone, babe; I’m me. I accept you for who you are and what you’ve dealt with in the past. As long as you promise you can do the same for me.”

  “I do promise, Benji. For the rest of my life.”

  “Really?” His throat threatened to close on him as he rested his forehead against hers, getting lost in her gaze. “Do you mean that?”