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“Alright, you’re the best I’ve ever had,” I admitted. “I’d never met anyone who set me on fire until I’d met you... nor had compatible stamina.”

“Same, but I think you’re biased about the rest. I know I have many faults, yet you make me out to be flawless.”

“No one’s flawless, baby. Not even me,” I teased, then shifted her off my waist, lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the pool. Spreading her knees, I bent and pressed a kiss first on one thigh and then the other, glanced up at her and waggled my browsin suggestion. “Enough chat for one night, I think,” I insisted. I spread her legs wider, stepped between them, leaned in and kissed her neck. A rash of goosebumps spread over her skin, and she cringed.

“Damn,” she muttered.

My cock was rock-hard, painfully hard while I kissed her collar bone, bit her shoulder and my mouth lingered over her tits. “See what I do to you?” I asked while she squirmed and wriggled from ass cheek to ass cheek.

“Mm,” she agreed. Her hands found my hair and her fingernails grazed my scalp, setting my heart on fire and my skin erupting in goosebumps as well. I peppered her tits with kisses, took the left one in my mouth and sucked hard.

“Fuck.” She gripped my hair hard and pulled my head back, but at the same time she wrapped her legs around me, arching her back in her effort to pull me closer.

Lifting her onto my body, I slipped a hand under her and checked her entrance. Even with the water in the pool I could distinguish the slick coat of arousal from the wetness of the pool water. Positioning myself, I eased my cock inside her.

Lily’s forehead landed on my shoulder. “Oh… there’s nothing like this feeling, is there?”

“Nothing,” I agreed. She lifted her head and smiled.

“You do realize this is the only way I’m ever going to have two people inside me at the same time?” she asked, staring straight at me with a lifted brow.

I laughed and nodded at her joke, then I’m sure my expression turned serious when I said, “As a rule, I’d never share you, but in this case, I can make an exception.”

Mindful of Lily’s condition since she’d brought our baby up, I made love to my wife in a slow, loving and unhurried way to cement our touching connection.

CHAPTER 62

LILY

HOLLY AND BRET’S WEDDING

NINETEEN WEEKS PREGNANT

The heady scent of expensive perfumes, body creams and flowers filled the air in the bridal suite at the Omni Fort Worth Hotel. It left no one in any doubt something exceptional was about to happen.

A flurry of hairstylists and make-up artists primped and pampered the bride and each of us bridesmaids from head to toe in preparation for Holly’s big day.

From the electric energy that came from Holly, it had appeared inconsequential to her that she and Brett had been together for many years.

Three glasses of champagne began to look like one too many because Holly had gotten teary eyed when Charlotte came out of the bedroom, to guide her away to slip into her wedding dress.

“I love you guys,” she gushed, then hugged each of us in turn. “You have no clue what y’all mean to me. I’m choked up thatevery one of you has turned out to be by my side at the altar today.” Her heavy Texan accent sounded stronger than usual, and I wondered if this had been due to being around so many Texans during the run up to the wedding.

“We love you too,” Saffy said, returning the sentiment.

Holly’s mom came out from the bedroom. “Are you doing this today? I know it’s good for the bride to be fashionably late but…”

“Be right there, Mom,” she muttered, turning back to us and pulling a funny face. “Now, Lily, you look incredible in your dress, so don’t you even think otherwise,” she warned.

I became self-conscious of what she meant by that statement. I’d gone into the suite that morning dressed in some stretchy pants and one of Alfie’s sweatshirts. My eyes darted toward the other bridesmaids but fortunately for me, none of them had paid attention to Holly’s comment.

No one had even asked why I hadn’t attended the wedding rehearsal or the dinner that followed the rehearsal the previous night, likely assuming because Alfie and I were famous we’d had a work engagement elsewhere.

I’d dropped out at the last minute due to feeling light-headed, so I knew there had been no possibility that someone had observed my changing shape. However, I had caught up with Holly and Charlotte after the dinner, when Charlotte had done a last-minute check on my dress.

After Holly left the room, a couple of Charlotte’s assistants came to assist the other bridesmaids into their gowns.

Due to my changing figure and the fact that we hadn’t announced my pregnancy news to the general public, Holly had sworn Saffy to keep my pregnancy secret. She’d also assigned a separate room for me to dress, with the help of Layla.