Chapter Twenty-Five

Dylan

Some would argue that having my hen's party at the exact same bar my future husband owns defeats the purpose of having a hen's night, but they don't know me very well if they say that. I love the place; it makes me feel like I'm home. And knowing Brad is watching me from the bar makes me tingle in all the right places.

Vada has let loose tonight. While she still has her headphones on, she is four drinks in and dancing like nobody's watching on the dance floor with Logan. He wasn't invited, but pleaded his case that Roman got to be here, but he is only here for Vada. She decided that in order for her to get sloppy drunk, she needed to know he was close in case she wanted to leave quickly. Honestly, the whole concept of separate bucks' and hens' nights really doesn't make all that much sense to me. I want to celebrate my upcoming wedding with all my friends, male and female.

Much to Brad's disgust, when Chad turned up to drop off Mady and her mum, they brought dick everything. Straws, headbands, confetti—you name it and it's here.

Tonight, my entire mission is to make Brad horny. I went through my sex to-do list, and I still have sex in public not crossed off, but I plan to change that. Isabelle lent me a really tight, short dress. My brother growled at the idea of her wearing it, and she just laughed and told him she had plenty more from her pre-responsibility era.

I wasn't sure about Isabelle when we first met. Maybe it was because she was in a weird love square with my brother, Roman's brother Grayson, and his best friend Taylor, but Taylor was in a fake relationship slash situationship with Vada and that all blew up, Taylor kissed Isabelle and Vada, but declared he was in love with Isabelle. Meanwhile Grayson was sleeping with Isabelle, and Dominic found out, but he wasn't down to be part of that kind of drama. Eventually they all worked it out, though. Now I think Isabelle and I are going to be great friends.

"So, you're actually getting married," Minnie says, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his body. It makes sense that my brother is here to celebrate with me, as for a long time he was one of my only friends.

"I can't believe it, but I am. Who would have thought I'd get hitched before my big brother?"

"I'm still in shock myself, but I'm happy for you, sis."

"Thanks. Okay, time to go and seduce my fiancé." Minnie pushes me away from him and I laugh. "You do realise I have sex, right? Really, really good sex."

Minnie screws up his face. "I don't need that picture in my head, and I really do not need to see it."

I laugh. "I can't promise that. Public sex is something I need to cross off my list."

Dominic groans. "Really? Do you know how many people I have had to arrest for public indecency?" He shakes his head. "You can be so annoying."

That makes me laugh even more. "I know, but you love me."

"I do. Go seduce your future husband while I sit at the bar and not move until I see you resurface again. I should have used this as your wedding gift—would have saved me so much money."

"Ha, I'm sure you and Isabelle bang all the time, so get over it."

Minnie flips me off as I go in search of my future husband, and I find him leaning against the bar, talking to Chad. He must be able to feel me watching him because he looks over his brother's shoulder and I smirk at him and motion for him to follow me.

He places a hand on Chad's shoulder, then heads in my direction. I walk backwards, not breaking eye contact, and hoping like hell I don't bump into anything and turn this sexy moment into a disaster.

Turning at the last moment, I walk through the doors that lead out to the beer garden where we will get married. Ella must have used solar fairy lights because the space is dark but illuminated by the small lights, and I gasp at the transformation. Ella has done an amazing job of clearing the space.

Brad's large body presses up against my back. "You have no idea what you're doing to me wearing this dress," he whispers.

I chuckle, pushing my arse back into his crotch and he moans.

"Oh, I know, and I think we need to cross number thirty-three off my list."

"Sex in public, I think we can do that," he says, tucking my hair behind my ear. His lips press against the skin below my ear and my damn knees feel weak.

"You're so beautiful," he says, feathering kisses down my neck to my shoulder. He slides the thin spaghetti strap down, releasing my breast, and I'm thankful Isabelle couldn't convince me to wear that chicken-fillet-looking sticky bra.

His hand cups my tit, and he rubs the pad of his thumb over my nipple. With the slight suction on my neck, I jump forward, and he laughs.

"No hickeys in plain sight—we are getting married."

Brad growls and grabs my shoulders, slamming my back against the exterior wall. He leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I tangle my fingers in his hair as one of his hands slides up my thigh, and his finger hooks into the corner of the G-string. It's the one thing Isabelle did manage to get me in, since it was that or going commando, and I wanted to cross this off the list but needed something in place to catch the cum.

The G-string hits the ground and Brad drops to his knees, pushing the thin material of the dress up, and it bunches at my hips. As he leans forward, I can feel his breath against my sensitive areas. Needing more, and with my fingers still in his hair, I pull him to where I want him. He chuckles against my pussy, and the vibrations have my eyes rolling.

"Fuck, Brad. Please ."

His tongue dips inside me and runs the length of my pussy and across my clit. My hips buck as he sucks my clit into his mouth, and stars dance in front of my eyes.

He licks and sucks as if he is a starved man. My orgasm builds fast, and I slap my hand over my mouth as I shudder against his face.

Brad doesn't wait for me to come down from the high as he stands and smashes his mouth to mine. I can taste myself on his lips.

"You can cross two things off your list," he whispers as he pulls back from the kiss. "Number fifty-seven, if I remember correctly."

My heart swells in my chest. How he remembers everything on my list blows my mind—and he is right.

Number 57: Taste my arousal on a man's lips.

I'm glad I have crossed everything off my list so far with him. He is my world, and I can't imagine it being anyone else.

He lifts my leg and steps in closer, lining himself up, then thrusts inside me. For the most part, he is sweet and gentle when it comes to me, but these moments where he needs me just as desperately as I need him, he fucks me hard and fast.

"This is where you will become my wife," he says, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He supports me using the wall and my arse.

This is only going to be quick—knowing someone could walk out on us at any moment is thrilling, but I also know Brad won't want to risk it for long. He is the only one who gets to see me like this and RIP to anyone who walks out.

"I can't wait to be your wife," I say, resting my head on his shoulder as he thrusts in and out of me.

"Even if it means being stuck with me for life?"

"It's not that long—you're already one foot in the grave."

Brad snorts. "I'll show you one foot in the grave," he teases back. "Do old men fuck like this?"

"You would know," I throw back, looking into his eyes as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

He doesn't respond, instead pressing his lips to mine—more than likely to shut me up—just as my second orgasm has me seeing stars, and Brad follows right after me.

Once I can stand, he sets me on my feet and helps me put my dress back in place, along with my underwear, if you can even call them that.

"Are you okay, future Mrs Walker?"

I beam up at him. "I'm perfect, Mr Walker."

I never imagined in a million years that at eighteen, I would be getting married. Well, if someone had told me, I would have guessed I got knocked up and was trying to do the right thing. But I'm finally home—a place where I have friends and family who love me because they want to, not because of obligation.

I'm excited to see what my future holds beside Brad; he is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I can't wait for him to see me in my dress.