Pinching my eyes shut, I felt my walls begin to flutter. One last rub of my clit, and I went over the edge. “Leo, oh yes, Leo!”
With my walls milking his cock, Leo barked out a cry of pleasure before coming in a rush inside me. As he collapsed on top of me, he murmured, “Drea."
As we lay panting in each other’s arms, I couldn’t have imagined ever being blessed with such a beautiful wedding night experience.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: LEO
After another round in the shower, Drea and I managed to get ready just before we landed. She’d found the clothes of Maeve’s that Rafe mentioned and picked out a beautiful green sundress. Considering she was slightly curvier, it hugged her body like a second skin.
One look at her in it, and I pronounced, “That’s it. I have to have you again.”
Drea giggled. “Leo, I’m going to need an ice pack for my vagina if you don’t lay off.” Shifting on her feet, she grimaced. “It already hurts to walk.”
I pulled her into my arms. “Now we can't have that.”
“Thank you.”
“Just blowjobs and pussy eating for the rest of the day.”
She smacked my arm. “Dream on.”
“Fine,” I grunted.
When we went back into the cabin, we found Rafe still with his back to us and still wearing his headphones. They obviously worked well because he jumped out of his skin when I tapped his shoulder.
Snatching the headphones off, he muttered, “Fuck.”
“Glad to know how good these are cause Drea is a screamer.”
Rafe rolled his eyes at my comment while Drea jabbed me in the ribs. “You are such an ass,” she muttered.
“I didn’t expect you two to emerge until we landed.” He swept his gaze from me to Drea. At the sight of her in the green dress, his eyes bulged.
“Watch it,” I muttered.
Rafe laughed. “Sorry. That was one of my favorites of Maeve’s. I was wondering where it had gone.”
Two bodyguards appeared from the cockpit. “It’s time to prepare for landing.”
After Drea and I took our seats, I cocked my brows at Rafe. “What’s the plan to get Maeve back?”
“I’ll fly to Catania after dropping the two of you off, and since it’ll be the middle of the night, I’ll have to wait until the convent opens.”
“Why wait? You could ring the bell at the gates and make them open up for you,” Drea suggested.
With a smile, Rafe said, “I’ve waited for her for what seems like a lifetime. I can wait a few more hours.”
“Oh, that’s so romantic,” Drea gushed.
“Seriously? What’s with all the drama? You could’ve just called her and told her the wedding was off,” I said.
Drea snorted. “You seriously are clueless when it comes to romantic gestures.”
“Excuse me? I just took my brother’s place at his wedding.”
“That was heroic, not romantic,” Drea argued.
“Okay, I see how it is. I’m going to come up with a romantic gesture that will blow your mind.”