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October, The Following Year

"Oh, god, yes, yes, yes!" Brynn's sexy voice cries out her pleasure as I pump into her from behind.

I grip her shoulder to try to keep her in place.

When we get enough movement, her incredible tits bounce to the sides, and I can see the tip of her nipple thrust forward each time I bottom out. It makes me feral.

The bed shakes, and the headboard slams against the wall. We meet each other thrust for thrust, matching our rhythm as we build toward ecstasy.

"I'm going to fuck you full of babies, Brynn." My balls tighten as she moans, and her pussy clenches me as she rolls her hips against my movements. "I'm going to fill you with my cum and bury myself so deep, you don't have any choice but to have my baby."

"Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes!" Brynn's chants are desperate now, and I quicken my already punishing pace.

I reach around her hip and find the tight bud at the apex where we're joined, then start slow circles as she moans loudly.

She buries her face in the bed, both hands in front of her gripping the sheets as she tries to muffle the sound.

This is my favorite part of us. When she hands her body over to me and trusts me with her pleasure. There is no greater honor in the world.

"I've got you, baby. You're doing so good.

" Praise works for her, and she sobs into the bed.

"Come for me, Brynn. Fuck my cock with your tight, wet pussy.

I need to feel you throb around me, and then I'm going to make you my wife.

" She whimpers, her walls tighten around me, but she needs a little something else.

"Take over for me on your clit, baby." Brynn reaches between her legs with a desperate sob and starts rapid circles on her tight nub. She moans and writhes on my cock. I grip her ass with both hands as I thrust into her tight channel.

I lick my lips and watch her back hole squeeze with each thrust. Letting go of one perfect peachy ass cheek, I suck my thumb into my mouth.

Slowly, I push my wet thumb against her tight back circle with a steady rhythm to match my thrusts, waiting for her to let me in.

I can barely break through the tight muscle as she clenches around my thumb, moaning loudly from the slight intrusion.

"Good job, you're doing so good, Brynn. Let me in, baby." I rub her lower back, and Brynn sighs, relaxing enough so I can thrust my entire thumb inside her.

"Oh god, yes! Oh, Ethan," Brynn pants, her tight channel pulsing.

"You like that? You're so wet for me." I continue thrusting into her pussy with my cock, letting her get used to being filled in two places at once. Her face is buried in the mattress so everything sounds like gibberish, but she thrusts her ass against me.

"Oh, I think you do. My sweet, filthy, little Brynn."

I move my thumb in and out of her back channel, and Brynn turns her head to the side, letting out a wanton moan as she gives up trying not to make noise.

It's the most erotic sight of my life, as I pump in and out of both her tight channels at once.

Her body flushes, telling me she's close, and my balls tighten. I clench my jaw, trying to hold back.

"Take your pleasure, baby." Brynn sobs out a response, and then her whole body tightens, giving in as she clamps down and moans her release.

Her pussy milks my cock while my thumb is locked in place from her orgasm.

I continue to pump into both of her tight channels, drawing out the sensations as long as possible.

The circle of her asshole grips me tightly as her orgasm pulses and releases throughout her body.

Two more hard thrusts, and I follow her over the edge, yelling out her name as I empty ropes of warm cum into her tight little pussy.

We fall to the mattress, and I pull her over to me as we catch our breath. My cock, still glistening with our combined release, rests against her gorgeous ass, and I dare say he's ready to go again if I'd let him.

"I liked what you did with your thumb there," Brynn murmurs breathily, and I grin, kissing her hair.

"Good. I packed a plug for the honeymoon."

Brynn laughs and then stills. "Did you really?"

"Three different sizes. Two vibrate, and one has a jewel on the end that might seem a little princessy, but I insist on eating you out with a jewel sticking out of your ass, so there we are."

Brynn's body shakes with laughter, and then she turns to me with a cheeky smile. "Typical man. Get me to the altar and then spring a butt plug on me once we're in paradise."

I shrug. "If I can't buy you sexy toys for the bedroom, who are we?"

"Not us," Brynn agrees laughing, and then her breath catches as my fingers find her sensitive clit, and she moans.

"Oh yes. Wait, no! Everyone will be here any second.

We can't," she protests, even as she lifts her leg over my hip to give me better access.

Her warm hand finds my cock and pumps me.

She opens her eyes, biting her lip when I quirk a brow at her.

"The lady doth protest too much," I murmur, and she grins. I lean in to kiss my almost-bride, but the doorbell for our suite sounds, and I groan.

"Later," she promises and then gives me a little push. "Go answer the door. It's either the guys or Caitlyn." Brynn stands, her glorious curves begging for my touch, and I reach for her with a growl, but she dances away with a laugh and closes the bathroom door.

Sighing, I pull on underwear and sweatpants, adjust my semi-hard cock, and go answer the door, glaring at my friends and future-brother-in-law for showing up on time.

"It's everybody," I call back to Brynn. West, Barrett, and Cole ignore my mood, barreling into the suite with Caitlyn's supply bags. Caitlyn follows with two other young women who look around the two-story suite in awe.

I don't blame them. It's an impressive room, and I grew up staying in fancy hotels. The Jade Petal Hotel & Casino spared no expense in decor and opulence, especially in these high-roller suites, a gift from Barrett for the wedding.

"I'll be out in a minute, Caitlyn," Brynn calls from the bedroom, and Caitlyn directs the guys to drop all the bags by the window.

"The light is perfect here." Caitlyn claps excitedly and then quietly instructs the other two women to set up at the dining table.

Caitlyn's the Director of Spa Operations at the hotel.

When we decided to get married in Vegas, Brynn insisted we contact Caitlyn who did hair and makeup for Cole and Miranda's wedding last year.

She's been living in Vegas for the past year and has made planning the wedding a breeze, so I'm a big fan of this woman.

"Alright, West. We're starting with you. Monica is going to style your hair."

"The best first, Caitlyn, of course. Hello, Monica.

Now, this is important. You must do everything in your power to make me look worse than Ethan, which is a monumental task, but I will not upstage the groom on his wedding day.

" West deadpans, and Monica dissolves into giggles.

"Additionally, I am a happily married man, Monica.

" West taps the solid black wedding band on his ring finger and smiles at me smugly.

"So, I need everything about me to scream, stand back, home-wrecker. I'm taken ."

Monica, Caitlyn, and Cole all laugh, but I pinch the bridge of my nose, wishing I could have kept him away this weekend.

The fact he managed to get his wife down the aisle before me really sticks in my craw, and he knows it.

He wasn't even supposed to be here. I invited Barrett to serve as our witness, and Brynn invited her brother.

Two witnesses and the officiant, and then we jet off on our honeymoon without a big production.

When West found out he wasn't invited, he threw a temper tantrum to rival anything I've ever seen outside of a preschool, and Brynn gave in to his theatrics.

"Please don't encourage my brother," Barrett begs, but West winks at Monica and she giggles again, turning bright red.

"Cole, you're going with Trish, over there.

Barrett, relax and answer some emails." Barrett nods, immediately grabbing his phone and taking a seat at the couch.

He's been grumbling about somebody named Parker since yesterday, which makes West grin like fool, so I'm guessing there's more to that story than I realize.

"Ethan, our lead barber, Jackson, is headed up to give you an in-room shave before we style your hair." As if on cue, the doorbell rings, and Caitlyn breezes to the front door.

"Okay, gentlemen," Caitlyn says. "While Jackson sets up, can I get any of you a drink?" She heads to the fully stocked wet bar and looks at us expectantly.

"Did all the liquor come with the room?" Monica blurts out and then quickly covers her mouth with her hand. "Sorry!" she squeaks, glancing at me quickly, and even Caitlyn shakes her head with amusement.

"You'd have to ask Barrett." I grin. "He's the high-roller."

"Actually, you'd have to ask Alistair," Barrett admits. West quirks an eyebrow when Trish and Monica exchange a look. The two ladies both dart glances at Caitlyn, who turns to hand me my drink. Her jaw is clenched, but she manages a smile when she sees me looking at her.

"Gorgeous Caitlyn. Do you happen to know Barrett's best friend, Alistair Evans?" West asks, looking at Trish quickly when she coughs to cover the little snort she lets out at his question.

"I'm his best friend," I grumble, but West shushes me, batting his eyelashes at Caitlyn expectantly.

Caitlyn pauses too long before responding. "Yes, of course. He stays here often as one of our high-rollers."

"He'll only get his hair cut by Caitlyn," Monica whispers to us. "Calls her his lucky charm."

West gasps, his eyes lighting up with mischief. "Tell me more, Monica."

"Monica." Caitlyn's voice is firm. "We do not gossip about our guests." Monica ducks her head, chagrined, and gets back to work.

"Mr. Evans is...particular about his hair," Caitlyn says, and Barrett snorts knowingly.

"Alistair is particular about everything," Barrett concedes. "But he's brilliant and incredibly generous with people he cares about."

Caitlyn flushes. Brynn comes out in a long white robe, and whatever is going on between Caitlyn and Alistair is no longer any of my concern.

I jump up, stalking toward Brynn, and she holds up a hand to ward me off.

Please . That only makes it a challenge for me. I pause like I'm going to listen to her, and then charge at her while she shrieks. When I catch her, I lower my shoulder into her stomach, lifting Brynn over my shoulder to carry her back to our bedroom.

"She'll be out in twenty, Caitlyn," I call out, grinning as my soon-to-be-wife gives up and waves an apologetic hand to her friend.

"I've got to get set up anyway," Caitlyn calls back.

I lock the door to both the bedroom and bathroom, turning on the shower before lowering Brynn to the tile. She shakes her head, hands on her hips, but her robe is askew, her glorious tits on full display, and I have zero regrets.

"You're lucky I need to steam my dress anyway. You have ten minutes," she warns.

I turn, staring at the sparkly long wedding dress hanging on the hook in the bathroom, and suddenly, all I want to do is make this woman my wife.

"I've been trying to get you down the aisle for over a year. We're not missing the ceremony," I promise, pulling her robe off her shoulders. Her eyes heat, and she bites her lip. I lift her onto the counter, then open her legs wide, before kissing her like I've come home from war.

"Ethan," Brynn breathes in my ear, biting at my lobe as I free my cock and notch myself at her entrance.

"Brynn," I growl back with the promise of forever, and we moan together as I enter her with one hard thrust.

My muse.

My Aphrodite.

My wife.