Until the End (Sea Breeze #9)(60)

“Exactly where you think I’m going,” I told him.

“Just got an hour. Can’t wait until then?” he asked, amused.

“You’re next. When you’re wanting to see Sienna and they won’t let you, you’re gonna need help. You cover for me and I’ll pay you back.”

Dewayne nodded, then chuckled. “Yeah, I got this. Go see your girl.”

That was an easy sale.

I ducked behind the corner when the door to Manda’s room opened. Willow said she needed to go check on Eli and she’d be back soon to help her. Smiling, I waited until Willow was out of sight and I made a run for it.

The knob turned and I slid inside the room, closing the door and locking it behind me.

Amanda sat with her back to me, wearing a white lacy bra and matching panties, and—God help me—she had on a frilly garter belt and thigh highs. Jesus . . .

I must have made a sound because Amanda spun around.

“Preston,” she said in a surprised whisper. Then she started giggling. “Willow will be furious.”

I could give a rat’s ass what Willow was gonna be. “Stand up,” I said as I took the three long strides that got me to my bride.

She stood up, and the shiny white heels I’d missed with all those other things—now I saw them.

“How the f**k am I gonna get through the ceremony knowing you look like that underneath?”

She shrugged playfully. “Maybe that’s why you weren’t supposed to see me.”

That was bullshit. I didn’t like that rule at all.

“Manda, you’re wearing a thong,” I said as her ass cheeks flashed me.

She nodded.

“Sit on that table,” I said, stalking her as she backed up and sat down on the table behind her.

“Now, pretty girl, spread those legs for me,” I demanded, and she did exactly as I told her.

“Put those heels up on the table, but keep those thighs open wide.”

My bride did just like she was told. Grinning, I went down on my knees, watching her face while I did it. She had known while I was telling her what to do exactly what I was planning on doing to her. She wanted it.

I had a naughty bride. “When my pretty girl walks down that aisle toward me wearing white, her thighs will be wet from my mouth,” I said, then pulled the thong aside and began tasting the sweetest candy in the world.

“Preston,” she moaned, reaching for my head. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair. I glanced up at her—her knees up high, legs wide open, arms reaching down to hold my head between her thighs—and it was the most f**king erotic thing any groom had ever seen on his wedding day.

“Sweet pu**y,” I said with a smile, and she watched me with her mouth open. Those lips of hers had been perfectly painted the pink I’d helped her decide on. I wasn’t going to mess that up until I got to kiss her in front of everyone.

There was a knock at the door, and her eyes went wide as her attention shifted from me to the door.

“It’s locked,” I assured her.

“But—”

I didn’t give her a chance to stop me. I played dirty and began sucking on her cl*t like a lollipop.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she kept her hands on my head to hold me there.

“Yes, yes, yes, there, just . . . like . . . that,” she panted, then squealed as she tried to keep from being loud.

I lapped at her until she laughed and pushed me back.

Grinning up at her, I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and stood up.

“Don’t clean that up. I want to say my vows knowing how wet you are. That little slip of satin you’re calling panties is drenched. I like it.”

Amanda was gasping for breath.

“Oh, for GOD’S SAKE! Preston, you have the rest of your lives for that!” Willow called through the door.

Amanda started giggling again.

“I get to taste you all night,” I said, licking my lips. “Before the reception I’m gonna need to f**k my wife.”

She puckered her lips like she was thinking, then sighed. “I guess I can manage letting my sexy husband have his way with me before we go dance and celebrate.”

“That’s good to hear,” I said, then pressed a simple kiss to her nose so as not to mess up her makeup. “I’ll let you get dressed. See you in a few. I’ll be the handsome guy at the end of the aisle. Come get me.”

Amanda

Preston blew me a kiss, then opened the door and walked out.

“I can’t believe you,” Willow said to him as she walked past him into the room.

Preston shrugged, and Willow burst out laughing.

When she closed him out of the room, she turned to look at me. “I guess if a bride is going to have wild, hot sex with her groom minutes before the wedding, it would be Preston Drake’s bride,” she said, then shook her head and laughed again.

“I’d say I’m sorry I let him stay, but . . . I’d be lying.”

“I know you would. I walked up on the end of that and heard enough to know I didn’t want to stand too close to the door. I backed up and kept everyone else away. You can thank me later for saving your mother the horror of hearing you get off.”

My face flushed and Willow laughed. “Girl, it is too late for blushing now.” She turned and got my dress, which I had taken off after pictures so I could use the restroom and touch up my makeup. “Time to get this back on you. It’s almost time for you to marry Sea Breeze’s very own reformed playboy.”