This is love

THIRTEEN

“Make sure you behave tonight.” I murmur with a sly, teasing smile as I hook my arms around his broad shoulders from behind. I press my lips to his naked shoulder, my eyes fluttering to his in the mirror. He smirks back, running his hands across his freshly shaven stubble and incredibly envious jawline. “I don’t want to have to leave my own bachelorette party to fight someone.” 

Before I could blink, he swivels and scoops me by my bare thighs and plops me on the cold marble tops. I shriek with laughter. He nuzzles his face against my neck, placing a sweet, reassuring kiss just below my ear. “I should be telling you that. I don’t really think having a broken hand in my wedding photos from busting some scrawny ass man’s face is a good look, do you?” 

“Like you’re strong enough to break someone’s face.” I challenge cheekily, biting back a wide grin at his cocked eyebrow. He kisses his teeth, suppressing his own smile as he nods. Suddenly, the jabs of his fingers poke at my sides creating a loud and uncontrollable laugh escaped me. I plea for him to stop, and slump against his chest breathlessly when he does.

He kisses the top of my head. “Who’s not strong enough?” 

I roll my eyes and poke a finger against his solid chest, re-sitting upright as he reaches behind me to grab his collonge. “Do you know where you guys are going? Or who is even going?” 

He continues to get ready in front of me, allowing my ogling eyes to drink in every inch of him that wasn’t shielded by the white towel around his waist. “No clue. Apparently David was sworn to secrecy. It doesn’t fill me with confidence. If the boys are telling him not to spill any details it must mean it’s because they know I’ll probably bail and be home for nine.” 

“Paul won’t allow that.” I joke. “He’ll make you stay until you’re both carried home.” 

His nose wrinkles. “I don’t like the sound of that.” 

“It’s your bachelor party, don’t be the party pooper.” I tease, poking him with my foot. “I can’t wait to go out, let my hair down, drink my bodyweight in shots and grind up against that fireman stripper-” 

He attacks me with tickles again but this time, he doesn’t ease. He swiftly scoops me over his shoulder, darting from the bathroom and throwing me roughly onto our bed, not even allowing me a spare few seconds to wipe my hair from my face before he was sprawled on top of me and trapping me beneath his hold. His hands encased my wrist and pin them above my head, his knees squeezing my hips. 

“The only person you’ll be grinding against, is me and it will only ever be me.” He darkly growls. Immediately I feel heat pooling between my thighs. “Do you hear me, Mrs Hayes?” 

I bite my bottom lip and whisper. “Maybe I need to be reminded.” 

With a tensed pause, his hand at my hip loosens and starts a fiery, feather trail upwards. Grazing my ribs, tickling my breast and stopping at my chin. He nips at me with his fingers and thumb, guiding our lips together in one passion-filled kiss. My lungs were squeezed and my stomach flipped. These slow, sultry kisses were by far my favourite - judging by the erection that stiffened against my leg, they were Jason’s too. 

His newly cut and freshly styled hair was slipping through my fingers as I greedily roll my body upwards to his, allowing him to feel the pleasure I was finding. Our hips bumped but our lips never parted, instead they fought for dominance and authority, feeding from one anothers clear signs of attractions without any words being whispered. 

“Yo! You read- Oh fuck!” 

Our bodies spring apart like a pair of reckless teenagers that had been caught rolling about in the janitor's closet in school. We don’t see David behind the door, but we hear his ruthless apologises.