Ready to Wed (Ready #1.5)(11)

“Oh God, yes,” I moaned as his head descended on my breast, taking my taut peak into his mouth.

“Good, we agree. No sex is bad.”

For the next several hours, he continued to remind me exactly how much I missed over the last few days.

Chapter Seven

~Logan~

The elevator door closed with a soft click, and I turned to my beautiful bride to be. The moment our eyes collided, she lost her cool and burst into a fit of laughter.

“It’s thirty minutes after seven,” she said, trying to cover her laughter with her hand. Her vintage engagement ring twinkled under the bright lights above.

“Uh huh,” I confirmed.

“We’re late for our own rehearsal.”

I smirked, remembering twenty minutes earlier when a very happy and contented Clare was sprawled out on our bed. She’d been naked and sighing peacefully from the three orgasms she’d just screamed out under my expert touch. She stretched like a cat, looked over at the clock and froze.

“Oh shit!” she’d said. “We’re going to be late!”

“Late for what?” I’d said, crawling up her body, more than ready for round two…or three. I’d lost count.

“Our rehearsal! We’re getting married tomorrow!”

“Oh shit!” We’d both shouted in unison, as clothes went flying and buttons were snapped and hair was tamed.

We flew out of our hotel suite and made it to the elevator in record time. And now we couldn’t hold in the laughter. We were late to our own rehearsal because we’d been too busy…getting busy upstairs.

“Oh God, I’m never going to be able to look your father in the eye again,” I said.

“Oh my God, you don’t think he’ll know, do you?” she asked, completely mortified.

“Have you taken a look at us Clare? Your clothes look like they were thrown on while sharing a car with a bunch of clowns, and my hair? You can actually see Clare sized dents in it from where you were holding on for dear life.”

She turned and took a good look in the floor to ceiling mirror of the elevator. Her eyes went wide as she took in her appearance. I thought she looked f**king hot, but I knew the exact reason she looked that way. She looked thoroughly used, and really damn happy about it. But I didn’t exactly like the idea of my future father in law seeing her that way.

She started to quickly adjust her skirt and tank top, making it look more presentable. She grabbed her large mane of burgundy red hair and tied it in a bun at the nape of her neck. Within seconds, she went from sexy vixen to classy woman, and I loved both.

The elevator dinged, and as we exited, she gave me a knowing smile. Then she glanced up and suddenly looked horrified, “Fix your hair!” she whispered.

I laughed, but did as I was told, trying to smooth down my dark tresses without much luck. She always told me I had “just f**ked” hair so I didn’t know exactly what she wanted me to do with it. I ran my hands through it, and messed it up a bit and she seemed pleased.

As we walked outside to our ceremony site, we were greeted by just about everyone we knew.

“They’re here!” Leah yelled, “Finally!” She gave us a look. One that said she knew exactly why we were late.

We were then rushed around and put in places and everything that happened after that was a blur. I always thought rehearsals were strange. It was like dry humping; Almost, but not the real thing. There was a nice dinner afterwards, and toasts were delivered, but no one actually got married and I definitely didn’t get a wedding night. We were spending the night apart…Our wedding party had made sure of that.

Well, at least I’d taken care of us ahead of time.

“Why are you grinning like a moron?” Leah asked, smacking the back of my head.

“Just so damn happy,” I shrugged.

“Gonna go puke now,” she muttered, as we all made our way to the restaurant, having finished our practice run of tomorrow’s nuptials.

“Oh, come on now, Leah. Don’t you see yourself settling down one day? Finding that special someone who will make you go all mushy inside?” I grinned.

“Yep, just officially barfed a little in my mouth. And no, I will never settle down. There isn’t a man in the world who could handle all this,” she said, waving her hands up and down her body.

“You don’t think my buddy Declan could handle all…that?” I waved my finger up and down, mimicking her motions.

“Shhh!! We do not speak his name!” she said.

“Is he like Voldemort?”

“No, Dr. Dork. But I would just prefer to not talk about that specific member of the male species. Ever.”

I gave her a hard look, as she wrapped her hands across her chest.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Leah and I weren’t as close as Clare and Leah were, but I’d come to be very fond of the crazy blonde walking next to me. Declan was a good friend of mine, we’d grown up together, but if he’d hurt her, I’d call him on it. I’d add a few other things to the list as well, like asking where the f**k was he? It was a day before my wedding day and he was nowhere to be seen. My best friend Colin, his wife and newborn son had all flew in today to be here. My mom, who until recently was estranged, was here. Everyone who mattered to me was here. Except Declan. He hadn’t spoken to me since the day I told him I had cancer. It’s not like I was going to give it to him…He knew that right?