“Fuck, city girl.Fuck.”
Before I can respond, he tugs my hair back and pushes his fingers into my mouth. “Suck them clean for me,” he commands.
And I do. Every last drop. He presses himself against me, and I feel his erection against my ass. I’m failing to see how any part of this is punishment. I’m enjoying every second. And he knows it.
One more smack and I shriek—pain and pleasure tangling together until I can’t tell them apart. My back arches, my wrists pulling against the restraints, white dresses swaying around me.
“Hunter!” I cry out, almost out of breath.
He leans over and whispers in my ear. “This part wasn’t the punishment, firefly. And you know that, don’t you?”
I nod. A shaky breath leaves me.
He unties me. Helps me stand upright. His arm snakes around my waist and pulls me flush against him. His lips hover over mine, and when I reach up to kiss him, he pulls back just enough to make me whimper.
That smile. That devastating, in-control, I-own-you smile. “Time to go pick out the dress to marry me in, firefly.” He winks and steps back.
“Asshole,” I mutter.
He runs a hand through his hair. “Call me that again, and I’ll phone Ruth and ask her to stay for longer than an hour. And make you wait until the very last second to come.”
I watch him drag the velvet chair from the corner to the middle of the room. He drops into it, unbuckles his belt, pushes down his boxers, and takes himself in his hand.
Now the punishment starts. Watching him jerk off, while I’m soaking wet and aching for him, trying to concentrate on picking a white dress to marry my insane cowboy in.
I pull the first dress off the rail that speaks to me. Something short. Silky. It almost has a vintage feel to it. It would look amazing in Vegas.
I step into it and turn to face him.
His hand moves slower. His eyes burn into mine. A flicker of something I can’t name flashes across his face.
Almost like adoration. Pride. I’m not sure, but it makes my heart skip a beat.
“Look in the mirror, firefly,” he tells me, pointing at the wall to my right.
I’m going to die in this boutique.
But what a way to go.
I love this man.
And in a few hours, he’ll be my husband.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
HUNTER
Song- Worthy,Home Team
The first dress she tries on takes my damn breath away.
I think any of them would. Just the thought of her becoming Lola Sterling makes my chest almost crack open. But this one, it’s short, white, fitted at the waist, the fabric catching the light every time she moves. This one does something to me I wasn’t prepared for.
I found something in the last shop that’ll be perfect with this look. She doesn’t know about it yet.
She turns slowly and walks toward the mirror, smoothing the dress against her waist with her good hand. The diamond on her ring finger catches the afternoon sun pouring through the window and throws a tiny prism of light across the glass.
“It can’t be the first one I pick, can it?” she asks.