Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“There’s enough material down there, I could probably hide you under my skirt on the way out,” she teases as I bend down to help her step back into her panties.
“Don’t tempt me.” I wink up at her and she blushes.
“I actually don’t know if I can walk. My legs are so shaky.”
“You can lean on me, and then I’ll carry you home.” I stand up and wrap my arms around her waist.
“Home,” she repeats.
The way she says it makes it sound like more than just a word. It sounds like a dream that might be coming true.
I help her walk as we exit the library and back through the party. Thankfully not as many people notice us as we maneuver around the room and to the front doors. I check my phone and see my driver has texted me a few times to say he’s at the front.
“I hope our car didn’t have to leave. I might have been a bit distracted when he was calling for us.”
“A bit?” Willow teases, and I love the lighthearted feeling of having her happy and in my arms.
When we get outside we catch a break and find my driver right out front. I help Willow get into the back and then help her dress get in as well before I follow. When we’re in the backseat, I pull her over to my lap and press my lips to her neck, needing my mouth on her skin.
“I can’t believe I’m getting married tomorrow,” she says, and though she might be nervous, there’s not a trace of it in her voice.
“Anything you want, Willow. The world is at your command.”
“It sounds so overwhelming,” she admits, and I smile.
“Let’s start small then.” I slip my hand around her waist and pull her even closer to me. “When we get home, which way should I fuck you first?”
Chapter 8
Willow
I look at myself in the mirror wondering if anyone can tell that I lost my virginity last night. Everything appears the same, but somehow I feel so different.
Dane comes up behind me and twines an arm around my waist, pulling me close to him. He kisses my neck and I feel so warm and safe in his arms. He’s been all over me since last night. He can’t seem to stop touching me and I don’t want him to. I haven’t been this happy in what feels like forever. I just wish I could call Bebe and tell her all about him. I wish even more that my mom and dad could be here for this wedding. At first I was going to keep it all a secret, but it feels different now.
I want my dad to walk me down the aisle and for my mom to see her daughter in a white dress. My eyes water and Dane holds me even tighter.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
I glance in the mirror and see he’s watching me.
“I’m just happy.” It’s not a lie because I am, but it’s only a half truth.
“I’ll spend my life making sure you stay that way. I had no idea what I was getting into when I went looking for a wife, but you’re more than I could have dreamed of. My job now is to make sure the center of my world never knows a moment of sadness.” He says it so easily I know he’s telling the truth.
I look down and watch him drop Bebe’s driver’s license on the vanity in front of me.
“I don’t know what you’re running from, and it doesn’t matter. I’m not sure why you have two IDs, but you better marry me under your real name today. This marriage will be real and I’ll protect you from whatever it is you’re trying to escape.”
I nod as a tear slips free. He turns me in his arms and leans down, kissing it away.
“I want today to be perfect for you, so we’ll talk about this later,” I say.
This time he kisses me softly on the lips before leaving the room to let me get ready.
I apply some light makeup and curl my hair. When I leave the bathroom I pause when I see a wedding dress lying out on the bed. It’s not a simple white dress either. It’s big and full and covered in jewels. I pick it up and hold it against me for a moment before I run out of the room to find Dane.
When I find him in the kitchen making breakfast, I run over to him and jump in his arms.
“It’s perfect!” I squeal as he turns me in a circle.
He’s only in his boxer briefs and I think about how I’ll get to wake up to him like this every morning. How did I go from feeling like my life was falling apart to this?