The Best Man

Chapter 19: Taron

I woke up the next morning and opened my eyes to find Meghan staring at me

"Good morning" I could get used to having her in my bed.

She just smiled before she came closer and pressed her lips to mine. I was taken aback at first, before I pulled her closer to me and kissed her back. Her tongue danced with mine just like they had kissed that night at the club.

I groaned as she moved on top of me and started to leaving a trail of kisses down my neck. I wouldn't mind if she gave me more hickeys. In fact, she could do to me whatever she wanted. My skin was tingling with her every touch.

I rolled us over and pinned her down into the mattress. We smiled at each other before I met her lips with mine again. That was what heaven looked like.

"Taron" she gasped "Don't make me wait"

I closed my eyes, relieved and overwhelmed at the same time. We stripped out of our clothes and soon enough I thrust into her, hard and deep.

The sun was shining in brightly as I opened my eyes, ripped out of my dream in a heartbeat. Oh shit. Not like I hadn't had these kinds of dreams before. But her body was halfway draped over mine and I was holding her close. I didn't let go of her as I looked at her beautiful hair and face. It felt like the most natural thing in the world and apparently my dick thought so too.

She stirred and stretched as she woke up.

"Oh sorry" she giggled, feeling somehow embarrassed about how close our bodies were. "You stole my duvet, you know?"

"Me? Stealing anything? Never" I teased her. Let me steal your heart.

Her head hit the pillow again and she jawned "I don't even know why I am that tired"

"Well you have a lot going on with the –" I stopped myself to talk about the wedding while we were laying in bed together.

She looked over to me and smiled. "I know. That will all be over soon"

I wanted to grimace but stopped myself. I wouldn't want her to get married. Or not to James at least.

"You could stay in bed and my mom and I take care of everything" I suggested. I wouldn't want her to get burned out by the time she was getting married.

"No, of course not. That's not why I am here" she rolled over so she was facing me "I'm here to support you" she ran her thumb over my cheek and chin.

"Thank you" I said, addicted to her touch. At least we had some time together before all this would be over.

I stood under the shower and let the warm water stream down my body. My cock was rock hard. How would I be able to not lose my shit around her when I was in that state all the time?

I wrapped a hand around my aching cock, slowly moving it up and down, imagining it was her soft wet pussy. I thought of her body under mine, her skin against mine. Making her feel like she never had before as I fucked her hard and deep and she certainly did the same for me.

I quickened the pace, feeling that indescribable knot in my belly before I came on my hand, trying to keep my grunts as quietly as possible. I was breathing heavily as I opened my eyes, staring at the tiled wall. I felt better, but knew fucking her would be unlike anything I had ever experienced before. And that would never happen.

Meghan accompanied my mom and me to the town's florist and talked about possible flower arrangements. I guessed it was a girly thing to do, because I had no clue what they were talking about. I watched them in awe as they discussed possible options before wandering off topic to Meghan's wedding flowers. I wanted to groan but controlled myself. It was the reality and the sooner I learned to accept it, the better.

The days flew by in a blur, every night with Meghan leaving me needier than the night before. I would have to find a girlfriend when we got back home, because I sure as hell wouldn't fuck random women. I wasn't a one-night stand kind of man and I wasn't planning on becoming one.

It was the day of the funeral and Meghan and I got up, ready and dressed as if we were actually living together. She still hid away in the bathroom to change though. As if her body was anything else than perfect.

I wore a black jeans and jumper while Meghan wore a black dress and tights. Holy hell. It was longer, slightly moving over her knees and swinging with her ever move. It wasn't as tight as the one she wore to her bachelorette party, but my thoughts were still running wild. I pushed theses thoughts from my mind. I certainly didn't want to think of sex while burying my gran. I shuddered.

"Are you ready?" Meghan asked, looking at me sympathetically.

"I am" I cleared my throat. I didn't want her to pity me.

We all arrived at the cemetery and suddenly everything got very real. I was near tears before the funeral service had even started. Everyone my family knew expressed their condolences and somehow, I hadn't been prepared for that.

The priest talked about how wonderful and kind my gran was. How she had been with the love of her life for 52 years before my granddad had died. How short life could be. How you should make the most of every moment.

I started sobbing and my heart was beating faster at the accuracy of his words. Meghan sat next to me and took my hand in hers. I met her eyes and there were tears in her eyes too. I squeezed her hand in mine and never let her go, even when we walked out of the chapel together.

We walked towards the grave and I hugged my mom and stepdad, completely losing it as they lowered the coffin into the grave. I didn't think Mari and Rosie actually quite understood what was happening. I glanced over to Meghan who was quietly crying too, as if she had no right to miss her or to be sad that she had died.

I took a step towards her and hugged her tightly and we cried together, never letting go of one another. I didn't know what I would have done if she hadn't been here.

Eventually the tears subsided and we let go of each other again. Her eyes and lips were swollen as were mine probably. She sniffled and as did I. I handed her a tissue and she smiled lightly.

The funeral feast flew by in a blur. I was too emotional, too sad and confused to actually take notice of what was happening. Meghan and I held hands most of the time and I was so glad to have her by my side.

We got back home eventually and I went upstairs to our room as the others prepared dinner. I wasn't even hungry.

I lay down on my side of the bed, still fully clothed but I couldn't care less in that moment. The thoughts running through my mind made me wild. I was so sad and utterly heartbroken about my gran's death, but then I also was so in love with Meghan I felt like my heart was beating out of my chest. I had tears in my eyes again, or they had never subsided.