Page 81 of Mr. Green
It’s only for thirty seconds.I remind myself over and over. The wedding planner gives a signal, telling me I need to start walking. I keep my head up and instill a smile, taking one step at a time. Then I lock eyes with Grant.
He’s in a gray suit with a red tie and handkerchief, just like Matt. Grant has his hair pulled back in a low bun, his arms trying to pop out of the jacket, and his eyes are staring at me like I’m the only person here. The last of any insecurities lingering melt away. I stand up taller and walk with a hip sway to the altar, happy to show off how good I feel in front of him.
I’ve hardly had time with him since he asked me to be his girlfriend. I’ve missed him. I like knowing someone outthere truly cares about me and likes what he sees. Fuck whoever doesn’t.
I continue walking with my head held high and take my time like I should. Scarlett made it perfectly clear to walk down the aisle in a graceful manner, not run like a cheetah. Once I reach the altar, I look at him and silently mouth “hi.” He grins and nods his head once, keeping his eyes on mine.
Jason is walking down now, but I’m stuck on Grant. I’m thinking about pulling out his ponytail, feeling his beard on my neck as I have my way with him. I need to get to him quick.
Everyone rustles to stand and watch Scarlett walk down. Grant nor I look, though. We’re too busy picturing each other’s clothes around our ankles. Grant licks his bottom lip and my breathing becomes shallow.
Finally, the priest announces, “You may now kiss your bride.”
Matt and Scarlett interrupt our staring contest as Matt tips Scarlett back in a dip and kisses the shit out of her for at least a minute. Right when it’s getting to be inappropriate, he scoops her up in his arms and takes her out of the room as she giggles and waves.
I walk right in line with Grant as we exit. He puts his hand possessively around my hip and immediately leads us out to a different hallway. There are three doors in the space and he chooses one, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one is coming. He leads me into a...closet.
Whatever, I don’t care. It’s been too long since I’ve seen him. The closet is big enough for three people, and dark, but that’s perfect.
“I can’t wait a minute longer, baby,” he tells me as he starts kissing my neck and exposed cleavage. Then he starts hiking up my dress. He rips my panties, so he has access. Then he inhales as he pulls away from my neck. The zipper sounds as he undoes his slacks. He brings a finger through my slit.
“Oh, this little pussy is already wet for me.”
This dirty man.
“All for you,” I say under my breath.
I grab ahold of his hair as we continue to make out. His thick strands are soft in my hands. He backs me up so I’m sitting on some sort of shelf. Then he grabs the outside of my thighs and spreads me open. Hopefully we don’t break this shelf. It wiggles beneath me every time I move a bit.
“I need to feel my cock inside you, baby.”
What? We’ve always used a condom. I’m not on birth control. I should be starting my period soon, but I don’t want to risk anything.
“Don’t you have a condom?” I whisper-yell.
“I need to feel my cock inside you, baby,” he repeats.
That doesn’t answer my question. Should I risk this? Fuck it. “You better fucking pull out.”
His answer is to thrust inside of me. The waiting has been worth it. My head falls back on its own accord. My breasts arch towards his chest. The stretch of him feels welcoming as he moves in and out. He grabs my ass, my breasts, my legs. It seems like he’s trying to hang on to me, so he can stay as close as he can.
His beard tickles my neck as he kisses me. Even though we have no time to do this, he starts in slow, steady pumps. Every inch of him moves through me, making me want more. He changes it up after a few pumps and thrusts in with short, shallow movements, making the shelf below me bounce.
I try to be quiet, but I can’t hold in my moan. I bite his shoulder, so I won’t say anything. That makes him thrust harder again and again. This shelf is going to collapse below me. I bet he’d still keep fucking me on the floor, if it did. The need to be close to each other is unlike anything I’ve experienced. I let out another moan against his shoulder. He tweaks my nipple. His breathing is shallow. Sweat from his forehead touches my shoulder as he continues his pounding.
“You need to come, baby.” His hot breath warms my ear. He plays with my clit and that was exactly what I needed. I fall apart on his dick as he keeps thrusting through my orgasm. Then he pulls out and comes on my leg.
Once he’s finished, he leans over me and begins rubbing my leg so come is all over the inside of both my thighs. I don’t know why, but it’s the sexiest thing I’ve been apart of. Is he a werewolf? This is what they do to their mates in those smutty books, isn’t it?
“I like me being all over you,” he proclaims through hooded lids.
“I like it too,” I agree. “I need my panties back.”
“I ripped them. They’re mine.”
“Grant!” I shove his chest. He doesn’t budge and is still caressing my thighs.
“I can’t help it. You’re fucking sexy and have made me lose my mind.”