“Fuck yes. That’s so sexy, love.” His hips come up to meet me and I drop my eyes down, locking onto his. Harder and faster, I feel him moving through me and pulling my orgasm to the surface as his thumbs press into my hip bones. I tell him to press harder, to bruise me because I want his marks on me, all over me. My hands drop to his chest and I pant against him, feeling him pulse against my walls. “Come for me, Dylan.” I obey, quickly coming apart over top of him and rocking my hips to pull out his orgasm.

I droop forward and sprawl out onto his bare chest, feeling his arms wrap around me as we gasp against each other. “I love slutty wedding sex with you,” I force out through my ragged breath, feeling his body shake slightly.

“Same here. We should really make a habit of this.”

We let ourselves stay like that for several minutes, holding each other and coming down slowly before Reese sets me to the side and grabs some toilet paper to clean me up with. After resituating ourselves in the mirror and making out against the door for several totally worth it minutes, he reaches up and unlocks it, allowing for a mad rush of young boys to come into the bathroom.

“Uh oh,” one says through a crooked grin as Reese quickly brushes past him, my hand in his with his fingers laced through mine the way I love. Total boyfriend move. We stop at the door leading to the reception and he turns towards me, bringing my hand up to his lips for a quick kiss.

“You ready for this, Sparks? You’re officially mine now and I plan on being very intimate with you, and often. Lots of sex in beds and sleepovers.” He smiles behind my hand quickly before his face turns serious. “But just so you know, when I say you’re mine, I fucking mean it. I will personally remove anyone and anything that stands in my way of you. Including your panties.”

My grin bursts through my face and he laughs with me as I place my hand on the doorknob with him. “Please, Carroll, bring on the intimacy because I’m not taking you any other way. And just so you know,” My eyes narrow in on his and I spy his wicked grin behind my hand, “You are mine and I will dismember any chick that looks at you twice. And I fucking mean it.”

We walk hand in hand through the crowd of people and spot the wedding party on the dance floor who all begin to cheer and whistle at the sight of us. Juls and Joey move quickly and pull us into the group.

“Fuck yes. Who had the reception?” Joey asks and Billy and Ian both raise their hands. Juls, Brooke and Trent all start clapping as Reese pulls me against his chest and kisses my hair.

“Damn it, Dylan. I really thought you two would fix your shit at the rehearsal. You just lost me a hundred bucks,” Juls scoffs as Joey shakes his head at her. Reese grins widely at the lot of them and Ian moves in and slaps him firmly on the back, issuing me a quick wink.

“I was way off. I pegged your rekindled romance to happen tomorrow after you two went home and sulked over one another all night. Oh well, at least my baby won.” Joey beams, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek and rolling his eyes at Reese.

“Thank fuck, Dylan. This man has been so miserable. I’ve barely been able to stand him around the office. He’s fired three receptionists in less than three months. No one wants to work for him.”

Reese glares at him and I gasp. “Three? Why? What happened to that one guy? I liked him.”

“He annoyed the hell out of me, so fucking cheery all the time. Then the one girl didn’t know how to work the phones properly and lasted about twenty minutes before I made her cry. And the last one used your shampoo. Shit drove me crazy.” Ian bursts out laughing and walks away from us as I fling my arms around my boyfriend’s neck. Yup, that’s right. My boyfriend.

“A I’m sorry, handsome. I do hope you’ll lighten up on your staff now that you have me back. I plan on making frequent visits to your office and would hate to see you giving your poor receptionists a hard time.” I kiss his lips quickly as he smiles against me, his arms wrapping tightly around my waist.

“Frequent office visits? Mmmm, I can’t wait, love. Any chance we can substitute frequent for daily?” He spins me around as a song begins to play and we pick up where we left off with our slow dance.

“Could you even handle me on a daily basis? I would insist on multiple orgasms and get rather hostile when I don’t get my way,” I whisper against his mouth, relishing in the combination of his minty flavor and me.

“Hostile with a dirty mouth?”

I arch my brow at him and nod slowly, his grin spreading across his face.

“Fuck yes. I love that girl.”

His hand firmly grips my ass and pulls me against him as we move slowly between the other couples. Our eyes are locked, bodies pressed together and my head is tucked in my favorite spot in his neck. This is where I want to be, with the person I want to be with and now that I have him, there’s not a chance in hell I’m letting him go. And I’d love to see anyone try and stop me. Seriously, I know exactly where Joey hid my butter knife.

Epilogue

“Cupcake, you have a special delivery,” Joey sings, emerging in the doorway with the familiar white box.

I wipe the flour off my hands and set my measuring cup on the worktop. “Do I need to sign for it?” I try and look past Joey to spot Fred in the main shop, but Joey’s massive frame blocks my view.

“Nope. I signed for it. Here you go.” He places it on the worktop and steps back.

Sliding it across the wood, I pull the white ribbon and lift the edges, opening the top of the box. Hmm. I’m rewarded with the same white box, only a bit smaller, with the same white ribbon. “That’s strange.” I pull the ribbon and lift the top, only to reveal yet another white box. I chuckle and shake my head. My boyfriend is crazy. Going through the motions once more, I lift the top of the significantly smaller box, and gasp loudly. Sitting in the middle of the smaller box is a brown card, but that’s not what makes my heart flutter. What’s making my pulse race faster than it ever has is the tiny black box that’s peeking out from underneath it. “Oh my God. Joey look.” I turn and if I wasn’t already hyperventilating, I’m definitely losing my shit now. Standing next to my sobbing assistant is Reese, decked out in a dark gray suit, and making it look better than any man every could. “Hi,” I manage to choke out, but it’s barely audible.

“Hi, love. Read your note.”

I force my fingers to move and pick up the brown card, opening it slowly.

Dylan,

One hundred and thirty-two days. That’s how long I’ve loved you. That’s how long I’ve wanted to protect you, take care of you, and cherish you. I’ve known for one hundred and thirty-two days that you were it for me, that you were my forever. You’ve completely captivated me. My heart, my soul, my entire being. I can’t imagine my life without you in it, and as long as I have you, I don’t need anything else. Just you and me. Forever.

I love every single part of you, and I always will.

X, Reese

“Oh my God.” I cry, my tears dropping down on the card. I glance to my right and have to drop my gaze. Because my gloriously handsome boyfriend is now on his knee, holding the little black box that he delivered to me himself. Joey wails behind him, naturally, and I reach up and wipe underneath my eyes. “What are you doing?” I’m not sure anyone will make out my words through my shaky sob filled voice, but I say them anyway.