Winter Wedding (Blythe College #5) Read Free

my big brother here,” she admitted.
    I felt a small twinge of possessiveness at the idea of her missing another guy on our wedding day even though I knew damn well she’d never thought of Jackson as anything other than a friend. And he only had eyes for Kaylie ever since he’d met and fallen for her, realizing what he’d thought he’d felt for Alexa before I’d met her hadn’t really been love. But I regretted that circumstances being what they were meant she couldn’t have them here for her big day like she wanted. I’d even called Jackson to see if there was anything I could do to get them here, but there was just no way. The timing was too tight since she was so close to the point where she wasn’t allowed to fly and the drive was too long for them to do.
    “How about we make sure you FaceTime with Jackson and Kaylie the day of the wedding? It won’t be exactly the same as them being here, but we can try to do something so they’re still part of our day,” I suggested.
    I loved the way she cocked her head to the side as she thought about my idea. “I like it! I think it might help to be able to see them even if it’s through a screen and not in person. I think that, instead of coming to terms with my feelings about my mom and everything, I clung to your mom to make some of the pain go away. But I think I went too far with it, and now, we’re having a huge wedding here in your backyard with so many people attending and I feel like it’s all spinning out of control.”
    “And that’s it? The reason you’ve been so distant is the sadness over your mom and the stress of the wedding since my mom turned it into the event of the year?”
    “Yes. I swear I didn’t even realize I was pushing you away so much. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just let it all get to me and withdrew into my shell a little bit,” she explained.
    “I know your first instinct when you’re hurt or scared is to protect yourself by hiding inside your head, but I need you to let me in there with you too,” I said.
    “I promise to try, but if you ever feel like I’m shutting you out, please say something right away. It isn’t easy breaking a lifetime of habits, so I need your help when you see me slipping at it.”
    “Sounds like a deal to me,” I agreed. “Now, about the wedding… Is there anything you want to change? I know you think it’s too late, but it’s not. If there’s anything you don’t like, tell me and I’ll fix it.”
    She smiled brightly up at me, her expression clear of worry for the first time in weeks. “It’ll be fine. It’s only one week away, so it really is too late to change anything major. Yeah, it will be surrounded by hundreds instead of just our family and friends, but as long as I get to be your wife at the end of the day, then I’m happy.”
    “Fuck. You have no idea how much I wish you’d told me that in June.”
    “Why, so you could whisk me away to Vegas for a quickie wedding?” she teased.
    “I would have if I’d known that was even an option,” I said, meaning every word of it. “Then I could have spent all these months with my wife under me instead of my fiancée.”
    The mood between us shifted with my words. Alexa rubbed her thighs together before turning in my lap so she was straddling me.
    “How about you show me what you can do with me under you right now?”
    “I have a better idea. Why doesn’t my fiancée show me what she can do on top of me instead?” I dared her. “Last chance for us to have chair sex out in the open before everyone starts descending upon us until we leave for our honeymoon.”
    “Chair sex, huh?” she asked in a throaty tone of voice. “I think I could get behind that plan.”
    I watched as she rose up on her knees so she could wiggle her hips and move her skirt out of the way. She fumbled with my belt and zipper, freeing my cock from the confines of my pants with a determined glint in her eye. Before I realized her intention, she gripped my