Weddings Suck... (3 page)

        This was happening. This was really happening. The fact awed Reese; it made his cock throb painfully against the zipper of his jeans. In the back of his mind he was vaguely aware there was something else he was supposed to be talking to China about, but following her out of the pub and down the street to her place, all he could find himself thinking about was the sway of her hips, the promise of what would come. Finally—finally!!! As soon as they were through the front door, Reese pushed her against the closed door, managing to lock it while fusing their mouths together.

        It wasn’t often a man knew he was addicted at first taste. And China didn’t just demurely accept his somewhat ravenous attentions; oh no, she gave back as good as she got, threading her hands through his hair and tugging as much as he pulled on hers. Her legs wrapped around his waist as soon as he lifted her off her feet. Thank the heavens and every love deity that ever existed she was wearing a dress. The jeans he wore in between their grinding hips were bad enough, plus the dress allowed him to cup her most wonderfully bountiful backside to draw her even closer to him.

        “Bedroom?” he broke the kiss long enough to ask, but his lips traveled to her neck, tasting as much of her as he could.

        “Upstairs, last door down the hall.” God her voice was sexy as hell, all breathless with passion. It was certainly a goal to hear that once a day for the rest of his life.

        He wasted no time placing her on the bed, stripping them both out of their clothes. The need to have her nude, to be nude with her was just too much. Then there was tasting her; really tasting her. It took less than a minute or two to have her gloriously bare, legs resting on his shoulders as he dove in for the treat he’d waited a lifetime for.

            Reese groaned with pleasure at her ambrosial taste, causing mini-vibrations against her sensitized clit. Her breathing became labored and hitched at his onslaught. She tasted so sweet, he didn’t want to ever stop.

“Oh, God, Reese!” China cried out, yanking at his head to bring him closer.

He didn’t stop. His tongue invaded her over and over again. He used his fingers to lightly pinch her clit, to roll it between his fingers, then switched places with his own mouth and used them to plunge inside her until she was screaming his name. Yeah, he liked that even better than the breathless voice—barely.

Placing a lingering kiss on her pussy, Reese moved up her body slowly, taking her legs and wrapping them back around his hips.

“Mmm, that’s what I call a meal.” He winked at her.

China couldn’t respond; she felt the bulbous head of what had to be the most beautiful cock she had ever seen rubbing against her outer lips, running up to torture her clit and back down again. She writhed under him, desperate to have him inside her, but Reese wouldn’t budge.

“Please, Reese, I’ve been needing you so bad,” she gasped, looking like a mythical siren all spread out on the bed, need burning bright in her gaze.

He had intended to torment her a little longer, to make her feel half of the burning need that had raged within him for years, but he found with her words he could hold back no longer. Entering her was heaven and hell all wrapped up together. She was unbelievably tight. He had to work his throbbing length in a little at a time, advancing and withdrawing until he could work himself inside.

He heard China exhale a harsh breath as soon as he was finally fully seated. Reese had to grit his teeth and stay completely still for fear of losing control completely and hurting her. Lord knows that was the last thing he wanted to do.

“Are you okay?” he asked, praying that she was. He didn’t think he could stop now to save his life.

“Yes,” China whispered. “But please, Reese.”

She shifted, heaving her hips upward, sending a bolt of pleasure straight through him.

“Shit!” Reese growled, his hips moving of their own accord.

There was no way he could stop now. He moved deeply, encouraged by every gasp, every moan. There was nothing tentative or hesitant about the way she responded, bucking wildly up against him, grabbing his thighs trying to force him to move harder, or perhaps faster; he wasn’t sure which. Reese guided her with his hands, lifting her up to meet every downward stroke. They needed to slow this down or it would be over all too soon. Soon, China was moving her own body in perfect time with his own, receiving all he had to give without reservation.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he growled, his eyes holding her captive. “No one will ever touch this body but me. Do you understand me, China?” So long, too long—khe’d needed this, wanted it. Somehow he had known back at the tender age of twenty-three this was it for him, all the woman he needed. There was no going back now; he could never go back to being friends. He could never settle for not being hers and having her as his own. It would kill him to walk away.

        China could only nod at his fierce proclamation, but that was enough for him. Her body was completely at his will. Every nerve in his body felt as if it buzzed with electric fire, tingling through him from the inside out. His movements increased, pounding inside his woman faster with determination. He had no right, it was so wrong, but deep down he wanted to bury his seed so deep it had no choice but to take root. China hung on to him as he furiously bucked inside her. The volcano inside him boiled, ready to erupt at any second. The walls of her cunt had begun constricting around him, and he could feel her orgasm washing over him—one after another. Holy hell, that was just too fucking good to be true, yet he felt it. He heard her cries, felt the nails digging into his skin and relished every second. Unable to hold back, he exploded, lifting her hips and tilting them so she could receive every drop. His head spun as his body fell to the mattress at her side, pulling her with him as he went. Perfection, but then he knew it would be.

China lay cuddled in his arms, her eyes closed with a lazy smile on her face. If she liked that, just wait until he got a second wind.

“Look at me, China.”

Her eyes snapped open at his command, staring up at him and silently waiting.

        “Say it,” he ordered her. “Tell me you belong to me.” If she didn’t, Reese wasn’t sure what the hell he’d do. Besides seduce her over and over again until she agreed.

“I belong to you,” she whispered. “Always have.”

        China cast a helpless look in Reese’s direction as she stood by Purity’s side at the altar. The two of them really should’ve put more thought into stopping this wedding, but the last two days, they had spent the majority of their time in her bed. When they weren’t making love, which was more often than China believed humanly possible, they were making plans. Who would be the one moving, which was Reese of course. Where they wanted to live, because her little townhouse was nice, but a little too small.

        The whole thing about trying to get Tanner and Purity to see reason had gotten lost in the shuffle. But really, it wasn’t like she could stop herself from getting swept up in Hurricane Reese. The man had entirely too much stamina and a will that just wouldn’t quit. He was such a giving, yet intense lover it was hard not to forget her own name sometimes.

        “If there is anyone here who knows of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace....”

The silence was deafening. China looked to Reese. They had to say something. Given his slight nod, Reese agreed, but lifted a finger to point at himself. So cute, trying to be all manly and take responsibility. China opened her mouth, but before she could get a single syllable out, Tanner and Purity spoke in unison.

“We do.”

Okay then. That was a shocker. The couple turned and faced the few friends gathered in the small chapel.

“We are very sorry, but neither of us can go through with this,” Purity spoke in her sweet contra-alto voice. “All of your gifts will be returned, of course. And there will still be a reception afterwards.”

Even better. She didn’t get all dolled up for nothing. Plus she and Reese could slip out early now...

“The only reason Purity and I decided to take it this far is because there are two people here who should have been brought together a long time ago,” Tanner went on. “We think maybe they would like to take this opportunity to speak their vows even if it won’t be official. Reese?”

Reese didn’t look quite as shocked as he did. What the hell was going on? Right before her eyes, Reese switched places with Tanner, while Purity more or less shoved her over to stand beside her new lover. Then just like that, Reese went down on his knees.

Holy shit, he had a ring! When the hell had he had time to buy a ring?

“China, I bought this ring out senior year, because even then I knew you were the one for me.” China’s heart stuttered, tears forming in her eyes. He had? How could she have not seen it? “I’ve kept it with me all this time because I knew someday, somehow, I would get this chance. China—will you marry me?”

She must’ve said yes, mumbled it or something. China wasn’t really sure. All she knew was there was a roar of approval in the small crowd gathered, and she was being swept up in Reese’s arms. Where she belonged. Everything else faded as his lips touched hers.

So maybe not all weddings sucked. This one had turned out to be pretty damn spectacular.