“Not a chance.” Finn stiffens and tries to turn, until a small hand grasps our wrists.
“But it’s my turn. I’d like to dance with you.” Winnie looks up at Finn with an expectant glance, and he physically melts, picking her up and sending Max a deathly glare.
“Max, you’ve got one song.”
I start to giggle and lean into Max’s embrace as Finn stays close.
“Is it too late to steal you away and make you forget about that dipshit?” Max starts to laugh as he leads me deeper into the dance floor.
“Oh, no, it’s totally appropriate to run away with the groomsman hours after saying I do. We’d only be on the run for about fifty years,” I joke with him.
“That’s why you’re cool as shit—you totally get me!” He lifts me and spins until I squeak, bringing attention to us.
“You’re going to make him very happy.” Max sobers, and I feel a tug at my heart.
“I’m going to try my best.”
He opens his mouth to say more, but the song ends, and he remains quiet. There’s a statement in his expression that I read loud and clear. I lean up to kiss his cheek and force him to look me in the eye.
“I will love him forever.”
“He deserves no less.”
“You’ve had long enough. I need my wife back.” Finn steals me to his side.
“Tell me when it’s time to run.” Max winks and punches Finn lightly as he walks away.
“SOB is trying to steal my wife at my own wedding,” Finn hisses.
My head flies back as I laugh loudly at their antics. Ember warned me this would happen. Even at eight-months pregnant, Max still goaded Robbie tonight that Ember was too good for him.
That’s why we all love Max.
“Hero, Max may be hot, and sexy, and a total lady killer… but I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me,” I assure him.
His eyes flicker with jealousy at my description, but instead of arguing, he laughs along with me.
The last few months flash before my eyes, and I lay my forehead against his, locking our gaze. “For the rest of my life—”
“—‘til death do us part.”
“—you will be my light…”
“—and you will be my always…”
He repeats my vows from earlier along with me, and my heart swells with bliss and happiness.
This is my forever…
Finn - Three weeks later
“Oh, fuck,” I growl as Presley sucks me deep into her mouth and massages my balls with her fingertips, lightly scraping her nails across the under-skin. My hips buck up, and I grab onto the headboard, gripping tight.
She backs away and takes her time licking up and down my dick with her tongue, taunting me as I start to pant. She rolls her lips across my head, kissing my slit, then works her way back down, finally increasing her suction until I start to see stars.
My stomach tenses, and I lose all control, my hands flying to haul her up my body until her pussy is hovering over my pulsing cock. She flips her hair over her shoulder and gives me a seductive grin as she positions herself and sinks down, taking every inch of me slowly. I close my eyes for a brief second to soak in the feeling and then look back up at her.
“You’re so tight. So fucking tight. It’s fucking perfection.” My hands skim up her torso and massage her breasts as she rocks back and forth. “I feel every inch of you wrapped around me. Each movement makes me want to pound into you until you scream.”