Perfectly Ever After (Pieces) (8 page)

I raised an eyebrow at the ridiculousness of Frank’s theory.
“So you think the reason she let you back into the bed was for sex? Tell me you realize that women can get themselves off too.”

“Yeah.
Okay,” Frank laughed incredulously.

“He’s serious,” Troy said.
“How do you not know this?”

“No way Claire does that.
She needs a dick to make her happy.”

I shook my head as I put my jacket on and took one last look in the mirror.
I couldn't suppress my smirk as I adjusted my tie. "You're definitely right about that one, my friend."

***

My time with the guys had been a welcome distraction from my thoughts about Carly. But now, as I waited at the altar, a strange feeling overtook me. Despite the warmth coming from the fireplace on the side wall, my hands felt cold as they wanted—no, needed—to have Carly’s intertwined with them. The seats filled with our family and friends did nothing to make the room feel less cavernous. And the soft overhead lights seemed much too dim for such a celebratory occasion.

As the wedding party made their way down the aisle and I waited for Carly to emerge from the dark wooden door at the back of the room, my fingers tingled with the need to touch her.
My breaths deepened as I inhaled the smell of cedar and wondered if she could smell it too. I hoped she could. Something about knowing we shared the same air made the distant feeling seem less lonely. I missed Carly with every cell in my body, and she was only a room away.

And that’s when I knew: I felt that way for a reason.
The emptiness that consumed me only served to magnify how complete I felt with Carly. It confirmed that we were meant to be together.

Impatiently, I straightened my vest, fidgeted with my tie, and shoved my hands into my pockets before quickly pulling them back out again. My weight shifted from side to side as I struggled to keep my posture
confident and straight.

Though the wedding party
had proceeded down the aisle, including Eva, I never even registered them. I stood there staring, knowing that Carly would be the next face I’d see, but no amount of preparation could have prepared
me for how beautiful she looked. Finally, I stilled and my breath hitched as my eyes found hers. And what I saw in them mirrored my own sentiments. Tears threatened to fall from them, and a hint of a soft smile spread across her pink lips, which looked to be wet with the cranberry gloss that I loved to taste. My tongue moved inside my mouth as if practicing for what I planned to do to hers later.

My gaze made its way to her silky red hair, which flowed down past her shoulders.
I’d never seen her hair in curls before, but they suited her. I didn’t know she could be any more gorgeous than I already knew she was.

Roaming down her body, my eyes focused on the perfect
curves of her breasts and hips. Her strapless dress fit snugly on top and flowed loosely to her feet, and the white satin and subtle sparkle in the beading highlighted Carly’s porcelain skin—skin that I ached to lick and caress with an almost unbearable urgency. By the time I’d been able to take in each of Carly’s delicate features as I appraised every inch of her from head to toe and back up again, she had nearly reached the altar.

My whole body heated at her proximity as the minister asked Carly’s father who’d be giving her away.
Until then, I’d been so consumed by Carly, I hadn’t even noticed him beside her. Mr. Stanton let go of her, gave her a kiss on the cheek, and guided her toward me. “Take care of her, Adam,” he said with a firm handshake.

“Always,” I replied simply, before taking Carly’s hand in mine.
Instantly, with just her touch, I felt full again. I tried to focus on the minister’s words, but my hands nearly trembled with how badly I wanted to run them across Carly’s body. In the last week, we’d barely gotten any time alone, and seeing her in her wedding dress only served to remind me of how badly I wanted to see her
out
of it.

Finally, I focused when I heard something that spoke to exactly how I felt today.
“Marriage is never being lonely or afraid of tomorrow because of the strength you derive from each other here today,” the minister said.

I saw in Carly’s eyes that she
had picked up on it too. All of the fear, all of the solitude I’d felt for so long, had vanished completely when Carly had come back into my life. I squeezed her hands, tracing small circles on the tops with my thumbs. I knew she loved that—when I massaged more innocent areas of her slowly before moving in to run them down her legs and back up to her most sensitive area. Her expression was full of need, and I guessed my own probably mirrored hers.

The minister's words cut into my sexual daydream, which I hoped I'd get to fulfil sooner rather than later. “Marriage is belonging together through years that are filled with cherished memories, years that are never quite long enough to hold all your tears and joys.”
Then he looked to Carly and me. “Will you, Adam, have Carly as your lawful wedded partner, to live together in a state
of matrimony? Will you love her, honor her, comfort her, and keep her in sickness and in health; forsaking all others, to be true to her as long as you both shall live?”

Without hesitation, I spoke.
“I will.” I’d been waiting so long to finally say those words. But as much as I’d wanted to
say
them, nothing compared to
hearing
them when Carly said them back.

Both of us smiled.
And Carly wiped a tear from her eye before holding her hand out to mine. After we slid the rings on each other’s fingers and the minister pronounced us Mr. and Mrs. Adam Carter, I pulled Carly’s body against mine, our lips pressing against each other's in a slow, sensual kiss that both of us wished could have been more. “Now that I have you, Mrs. Carter,” I whispered against her lips, “I never plan to let you go.”

“
Mrs. Carter. I could get used to that.” She moaned softly against my mouth—a sound that made me semi-erect instantly, regardless of the audience, and I was sure I felt desire radiating from her skin.

The guests cheered and we finally pulled away.
Quickly, we made our way hand-in-hand down the aisle toward the door. Pictures were being held in the adjacent room in front of a large stone fireplace. We said hello to some of the guests and headed toward the photographer. Once in the room, it was clear that pictures wouldn’t be starting for a while. The photographer’s assistant let us know that group shots would be taken first and we’d have a few minutes to ourselves because he was working on getting everyone rounded up, including Noah and Emma, who were pulling flowers off a nearby table and trying to eat them.

Carly and I moved against a nearby wall, happy to get a little downtime.
She leaned into me, scratching my head with her nails as she ran her hand through my hair. “I love you, Adam.”

“I love you too, Carly.”
I placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. “You know what that does to me, though,” I said, referring to her nails against my scalp. “And I still have hours before I can take you upstairs.” She knew me so well, knew where all of the spots were that drove me wild for her. And as she let her other hand drape around my side to squeeze my ass gently, I knew she was doing it on purpose. “If you keep that up, I might not be able to
wait
‘til we get upstairs.”

Carly’s mouth turned up into a seductive grin.
“Is that a promise?”

My cock strained against my pants at her words.
“Don’t tease me, Mrs. Carter.”

“Who said anything about teasing?”

Without even bothering to see how much time we had before pictures began, I gripped Carly’s waist tightly and pulled her against my side. “Let’s go.” I ushered her down a nearby hallway that looked like it had some offices at the other end.
Fuck, at this point, even a utility closet’ll do.

Carly walked with me quickly down the hall, stopping only when I did to turn doorknobs.
Finally, I found one unlocked, flung it open, and looked inside. A small kitchen with a wooden table.
Empty, thank God.

Carly moved toward the doorway, but I stopped her. “Wait.”
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but she quickly understood when I swept her off her feet and carried her over the threshold. “Might as well do it right,” I shrugged.

I kicked the door closed and put Carly down so I could lock
it behind me. When I turned around, Carly’s hands and mouth were on me, tugging on my belt and rubbing my hard cock through my pants before unzipping them roughly. I returned her aggressiveness, kissing her neck, squeezing her breasts through her dress. I desperately needed a release.

She stumbled backward in her heels as I guided her
farther into the room and biting her lip as she moaned into my mouth. “God, Adam. You don’t know how much I’ve been waiting for this.”

“
Mmm,” I growled, “I think I have some idea.”

She groaned whe
n her back hit the countertop, and I lifted her swiftly, placing her on the counter. Her hands tangled in my hair and then worked their way down to push my pants and boxers just below my ass. My cock sprang free and it felt heavy with the need to be inside her. I could already feel my orgasm building, and I rubbed the pre-cum
across my tip. “This is gonna be quick,” I said. “But it’s gonna be so fucking good.”

Her head lolled back in response, allowing me access to the soft flesh of her neck.
I could feel her pulse throbbing against
her throat as her breathing increased. We were frantic with need, our hands gripping each other’s bodies, our tongues colliding with every kiss.

With one arm, I lifted Carly and hiked up her dress with the other.
She pulled on the other side of it until it was around her waist. I silently thanked God she’d decided on a dress without a train. I panted against her neck as I put her down on the edge of the counter and yanked her thong to the side. I could feel the slickness on my fingers. With one hand, I gripped the fabric tightly while my other pointed my cock at her slippery entrance and thrust deep inside her with one hard push.

The feeling of her warm, wet pussy around me made me even harder, and she called out as her hips returned their own sensual thrusts.
Her nails dug into my skin as she gripped my ass, causing me to pound even deeper inside her. I buried myself in her, giving her all of me at once, over and over again, until I felt like I could explode.

Carly’s teeth bit my arm so hard that I could feel it through my jacket.
“So . . . good,” she cried out. “Make me come. Jesus, Adam, make me come.”

I angled my body to stimulate her clit as I rocked against her two more times before her heels dug into the meat of my ass and she yelled my name so loudly
that I had to stifle her screams with my hand as I emptied myself inside her, groaning through my own release.

We stayed still for a few moments before I pulled out of her slowly and grabbed a few paper towels.
I slid Carly gracefully off the counter to stand, and as I held up my wife’s wedding dress and cleaned my cum off the insides of her thighs, I hoped that the reception would be quick so I could relive this moment again, allowing myself more time to savor it.

Carly slid her thong down her legs and stepped out of it.
“I think you stretched it out,” she smirked as she handed it to me. I placed it in the inside of my jacket pocket, loving the thought of Carly without any underwear on. We finished straightening our clothes, and Carly looked at her reflection in the microwave door to fix a few pieces of hair. “Do I look like I just had sex?” she huffed, probably just now realizing that she’d have to take pictures in a few minutes.

“You look . . .” I said as I let my eyes roam down the length of her body, “beautiful.”

Chapter 7: “And I Could Not Ask For More” (Edwin McCain)

When we returned to the group, I noticed a few sly glances in our direction, but no one commented on our absence. Well, no one except Frank.

"Hmm, I wonder what's down that hallway?" he asked in a tone laced with faux curiosity as he peered toward the hall Carly and I had just emerged from.

I ignored him, but that didn't dissuade him.

The photographer was organizing the men around Carly when Frank spoke again. "I remember taking pictures at my wedding. I was annoyed because all I wanted was to get Claire alone somewhere. You feel like that, Adam?"

My groomsmen snickered, and Carly's face flushed. I just shook my head and willed the photographer to hurry so I could get away from Frank before I killed him.

After taking nothing short of eight thousand photos, we were guided into a room tucked around the corner from the ballroom. It served as a bridal suite where we would wait until the guests
were settled into their seats so we could make our entrance.

Upon entering the room, Frank immediately headed toward a loveseat that sat against one wall. He threw himself down and lay back, fidgeting around to try
to fit his large frame on it. Then he quickly sat up and shook his head. "Pretty uncomfortable. And definitely not big enough for two people."