Funny Story

Chapter Three

Two days before the wedding

Laurel's back arched off the bed as she rocked up against Ian. "Fuck me," She moaned out.

"You have to be quiet." Ian said. "Everyone is just outside."

Whining softly, Laurel pulled him closer.

Ian rocked down against her.

Opening her legs wider, Laurel tried to get him inside.

Ian reached between them and thrust into her.

Gasping, Laurel pulled him into a rough kiss to quiet her moans.

Ian moaned into her mouth.

Their movements were growing fast and rough, causing the bed to squeak.

Ian's hips faltered as he thrust into her and he grunted.

"Fuck," Laurel breathed out, pulling him closer. "Don't stop."

It wasn't long before they both fell over the edge.

Laurel rolled them over and began rocking her hips down against him.

Ian gasped.

The blonde leaned down and connected their lips as she began to ride him.

Ian moaned softly.

Their movements sped up as Laurel chased her release.

Ian thrust his hips up against hers and it wasn't long before they fell over the edge for a second time.

Laurel dropped down against her and nuzzled his neck.

Ian smiled at her.

"I can't marry her." Laurel mumbled softly. "I want you."

Ian's smile faded. "What?"

The blonde sat up on his waist. "I want to be with you."

"Laurel." Ian said. "What about Felicity?"

Laurel sighed softly. "I don't love her like that."

"How long have you two been together?" Ian asked.

"Almost seven years." Laurel said.

Ian swallowed thickly. "That's a long time."

Nodding her head, Laurel shifted. "But I want to be with you."

"You don't want to be with me." Ian said. "You love her. You wouldn't have stayed with her for seven years if you didn't. You wouldn't have asked her to marry you if you didn't." He pulled out of Laurel and reached for his clothes.

Laurel reached for his hand. "Ian, I want you. I stayed with her because she needed me. I love you."

"You only love the sex. We don't know each other." Ian said. "You love my daughter. You look at her as if she is the only person in the world sometimes, you still love her. You're just getting cold feet about the wedding because it's in two days." He pulled his hand from hers and pulled on his clothes.

Laurel got up and limped over to him. "I love you Ian."

"You don't love me." Ian said sternly. "You love the sex."

The blonde shook her head. "I love you." She repeated.

Ian shook his head. "No! You don't!" He barked. "I won't let you break my daughter's heart just because you have cold feet."

"I don't have fucking cold feet Ian! I fucking love you." Laurel snapped out, moving closer to him.

"No you don't!" Ian snapped back. "You can't love me!"