Giving her what she asked for, I grabbed her hips and pulled another orgasm from her as I hit the spot I knew was her undoing over and over. The moment I felt her squeeze on my dick, I exploded. It was almost as if time stopped and I was trapped in a lovemaking euphoria.
It was paradise.
Standing at the end of what would be the aisle Grace was supposed to walk down in two hours; I stood there in silence as I listened to everything that had gone wrong since this morning.
The guy who was delivering the cake tripped, falling on the cake, thus destroying it.
The florist, who had designed all of the flowers, was in an accident on the way to delivering the flowers. She was okay, but our flowers were spread across the highway. Apparently, there were three cows in the middle of the highway and when she tried to avoid them, she swerved too much and flipped her van. She walked away without a scratch, thank God, but we wouldn’t be having flowers for the wedding or the reception.
The pastor who was going to do the ceremony was stuck in Austin on the side of the road. His truck overheated and he was waiting on someone to come help him.
The band that was going to play at the reception all came down with strep throat. Yes. The entire fucking band all had strep. Colt was scrambling to find someone to step in. Jeff and Gunner offered to play a few tunes, but apparently, Grace threw a shoe at both of them when they told her their idea.
Scrubbing my hands over my face, I asked. “Is there anything else that’s gone wrong?”
Alex scrunched up her nose and said, “Yes.”
Grayson was standing next to me as he murmured, “Oh shit.”
Rolling my eyes, I whispered, “Hit me with it.”
Alex sucked in a long deep breath as she slowly blew it out. “I called St. Regis to confirm your honeymoon package and they said they didn’t have you coming in until next week.”
My mouth dropped open. “What?”
Nodding her head, she said, “Yep. Grace has the confirmation email with the correct dates, but honestly, I’m too afraid to even ask her for it. If she finds out this is going on . . . she may lose her shit. She’s been pretty calm so far.”
Holy fucking shit. Shaking my head, I said, “It’s like someone doesn’t want this marriage to happen.” Turning slowly, my eyes searched for him.