Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35289 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“If you ruin this fucking wedding—” he growls.
“I’m not going to ruin your wedding.” I want to say that I’m trying to get Carly to agree to marry me, but I don’t want to give Reed that many details yet.
“If you hurt that girl it’s going to hurt my woman.”
“Relax,” I tell him as the girls start to come back over toward us. Carly still looks upset at whatever her mom said. I should have put a listening device on her phone and not just a tracker that alerts me to who is calling and messaging her. Lesson learned. I won’t make that mistake again.
I wish she would tell me what happened, but I don’t want to push her. I have the urge to pull her down into my lap and make her tell me. I don’t think she’d take too fondly to that. Maybe slipping my hand up that pretty pink dress of hers and making her come over and over again would get me somewhere. I wouldn’t let up until she told me.
“Everything okay?” I ask Carly as she takes her seat next to me again. I can tell some of the spark has left her eyes. She pastes a smile on her face, but it doesn’t reach those gorgeous eyes of hers.
“All good. Ready to start trying things on.”
I want to take away whatever hurt her mom has inflicted but I also know that she has to find her way. “I can’t wait to see you in your dress.” And out of it. I don’t say the last part out loud but this time when she smiles I can tell it’s a real one. My job is done for now. Making her happy is the only thing I care about.
“You two need to get lost.” Tinsley makes a shooing motion with her hand. Reed just stands there, unaffected by her trying to get him out of the store. I don’t side with Reed on a lot of things because he’s an asshole, but on this he has my full support.
“I don’t want to leave you,” Reed says.
“That’s sweet.” Carly smiles up at Reed. I could punch him in the mouth.
“Fine.” The girls wander back towards the dressing room. Carly’s mood starts to pick up the more time she spends with Tinsley. I do notice she often fidgets in her dress. She’ll stare in the mirror and scrunch her nose. I’m not sure she likes any of them so far.
Reed has wandered off toward the shoe section with Tinsley. She picked out her final dress. I guess it still needs a few alterations. I slip into the dressing room, going right for the one Carly currently occupies. I pull the door open and step inside.
“James,” she hisses. She’s holding her dress up against her to shield her body.
“This one is my favorite. Get it.”
“I don’t know. It made me look top heavy.”
“Babe, you are fucking top heavy and I love it.” She blushes, looking down. I bring my finger under her chin, making her look up at me. “What did your mom say to you?”
“Nothing.”
“Tell me,” I order, my tone firmer this time. I playfully smacked her ass earlier, but I’m not opposed to doing it again for information. Her eyes go wide for a moment, but she gives.
“She asked if I’ve gained weight since I’ve been here. She went on to lecture me about how I won’t fit in my dress if I did.”
“I don’t know if you’ve gained weight but if you have it’s fucking hot.” I pull the dress out of her hands, dropping it on the floor. She stands in front of me in a strapless bra and panties. They are a sweet soft pink. My mouth waters. “You’ve been driving me nuts all day with this body and these tight dresses.” I’m at my breaking point. I need a little taste of her to get me by.
“Really?”
I grab her hips, pulling her into me. She gasps when she feels my hard cock against her. “Been like that all day.”
“Sorry.” I chuckle.
“Don’t be sorry. I’ve enjoyed the fuck out of it.” I lift my hand to her face, my thumb tracing her bottom lip. “I promise you look hot as hell. Your mom can fuck off.”
Her mouth falls open. “Don’t say that to her face. She’ll murder us all.”
I’d say it right to her fucking face for putting the shit she has in Carly’s head. I reach down, picking up the dress.
“Arms up,” I order. She lifts them and I pull the dress down, her body stopping it right when it gets to the top of her thighs. I spin her around to face the mirror. “You don’t feel sexy?”
Her face is getting pinker by the second. She gives a shrug. “Is getting off in a dressing room on your list, sweetness?” I ask as I kiss her neck before I give her a small bite. She gasps. “You can add it when we get home.”