Page 38 of The Final Game
Luckily, I know how to touch my wife until she writhes with pleasure, and in no time, she’s bucking her hips, moaning, gripping my arm, squeezing her eyes closed until the orgasm hits her like a tsunami, and a flood of liquid surrounds my finger.
Fuck. As soon as I get home, I’m going to lick her clean. I pull back with a chuckle, adoring how flustered she is. “You see how fun that was?” I say with a smirk.
She lets out a laugh, leaning in to kiss me, but then the bathroom door is flung open, and we both break apart to see Gabi standing at the door.
My hand is still inside my girl, and it’s very obvious as Gabi’s eyes fall to it before she turns around and groans. “Come on,” she says. “In a bathroom, really?”
“We couldn’t wait,” I say, Madi and I sharing a smirk.
“Your hotel is five-minutes away,” she says, before letting out another groan. “Hurry up. I need to use the bathroom, and I don’t want anyone in here.”
We pull apart, and make ourselves decent, quickly washing up before we make our way out of the bathroom.
“Don’t stay up all night fucking,” Gabi yells back, the whole bar clearly hearing her. “I’m getting married tomorrow.”
“We know,” Madi and I say in unison, before the bathroom door closes.
Chapter 16
My head turns toward the bathroom door when I hear Lucas let out a whistle. He leans against the bathroom door, his arms crossed as he checks me out, giving me a once over. He whistles again which makes me roll my eyes, unable to stop the smile from spreading across my face as my husband devours me with his eyes.
He steps away from the door and heads toward me, placing his hands on my hips when he reaches me. “Holy shit, baby,” he murmurs, moving my hair to the side so he can place a kiss on my neck. “You look so fucking good.”
I let out a chuckle, turning back to face the mirror, loving how my husband is still crazy attracted to me after three years of being married.
“Are you sure you’re not going to upstage Gabi in this dress?” he asks, smoothing his hands over my dress.
I lift my head, our eyes meeting in the mirror, and let out a scoff. “Trust me. There’s no way anyone can upstage her. Her dress is so beautiful. Rosie spent a whole year making it for her,” I tell him, looking at him over my shoulder. “And you know how expensive her dresses are.”
It’s crazy to think how far she’s come since college. When I met her, she was innocent, and too good for this world. But now she’s the CEO of her own designer firm. I couldn’t be more proud for her.
Lucas makes a noise, trailing his lips against my shoulder. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to tear my eyes off of you long enough to even glance at her dress,” he says, which makes me chuckle before I turn around to face him.
My hands rest on the lapels of his tux, seeing his gorgeous face grinning down at me. “You look really good,” I tell him.
His grin widens, and he lets out a soft laugh. “Yeah?”
“Mhmm,” I confirm with a nod as I let my hands run over the fabric of his tux. “Really good,” I emphasize, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.
His low, raspy chuckle makes my core throb. “That’s good,” he says. “Since you picked my tux and all.”
“I wanted us to match,” I say with a shrug. When Gabi let me decide the color of the bridesmaids’ dresses, I chose a dusty pink, which complimented her dress perfectly. And of course, I had to make the men match, so I had them wear a matching dusty pink pocket square.
Lucas hums, sliding a hand to clutch my face. “You did your job perfectly,” he says. “We look like a match made in heaven.” He leans down and brushes his lips against mine, our kiss soft and sweet and full of love.
I get lost in him, completely disregarding how long we stay here making out, or the fact that his hand is completely messing up my hair. “Lucas.” I pull back with a hum, my vision a little hazy when I open my eyes to look up at him. “My hair,” I murmur, reaching up to smooth it down, hoping it’s not too messed up.
He chuckles, wiping a thumb over my lips, and that’s when I remember my makeup is no doubt messed up too. “You’re so fucking beautiful,princesa. I can’t help it.”
I shake my head at the same time as my lips curl into a smile. “You can mess it up later, I promise.” I turn around to face the mirror, my eyes widening when I see the smudged lipstick, and my hair out of place. “We can’t get off track,” I tell him, fixing up my makeup. “Besides, we need to leave in …” I glance over at my phone, my eyes widening when I see the time. “Now.”
“Right now?” he repeats, arching a brow. “Are you sure we don’t have any time left?”
I let out a sigh, hating how well he knows me. “Fine, we need to leave in thirty-minutes. But I want to be there early,” I say, picking up my perfume before spritzing some on my skin.
Lucas immediately buries his face in my neck, letting out a groan, and I chuckle as the vibrations of his voice ripple through my skin. “Lucas,” I say, a little breathless as he starts to kiss all over my neck.
“Just two more minutes, baby,” he murmurs, leaving soft kisses on my skin as his hands curl around my waist. “Let me just hold you for a bit.”