Commitment: The Beauty in Between (A Beautiful Series Novella) by Lilliana Anderson Read Free Book Online

wall in the corner of the stall. He
pushes my legs slightly apart and returns his hand to my centre, slipping his
fingers inside and massaging my core. I feel his breath against my mound and
almost gasp out when I feel his tongue slip between my folds and over my clit.
    My hips flinch and I bite down on my lip, riding him. My
orgasm explodes within seconds and I shudder, holding my breath so I can’t be
heard.
    David withdraws from me and stands, pressing himself against
me so I can feel how hard he is for me. “We need to go home. Now,” he growls in
my ear.
    He lifts me over to the other side of the cubicle and I hear
the material sound again as he lifts the dress off the floor and hangs it up,
before returning his attention to me to once again get me dressed.
    “Where’s my underwear?” I ask in a whisper when he’s
standing in front of me doing my zip up.
    “In my pocket. One less thing to remove when I get you
home.” My insides clench with excitement as we leave the change room and head
straight for the car, barely taking the time to say goodbye to the dressmaker.
    “Leave the blindfold on,” he tells me when he sees me reach
for it in the car on the drive home. I lower my hands, and shift my weight,
squirming in my seat.
    I’m starting to think that every woman should let her man
organise their wedding. All the anticipation and mystery has me in a constant
state of arousal.
    David is so ready, that the moment we get home, he gets me
out of the car and throws me over his shoulder cave man style.
    If this was any other time I’d be laughing over the fun of
it all, but I’m so on edge that I gasp instead. I can’t wait to get inside…
     

Chapter Eleven
     

David
    While I knew that organising a wedding was a big deal, I
didn’t realise quite how huge it really was. Even just a small one. I’ve set
the date, organised the venue, the dress, my suit, flowers, food, music, a
photographer, and of course - a celebrant to marry us. Now all that’s left is
the cake and the guest list.
    I’m inviting our families and a few of our work and uni
friends that we actually spend time with outside of work. We’re not massively
social – we go out with other people once every month or two if we’re lucky. We
prefer each other’s company above anyone else’s.
    Scanning the list of names, I dial the first number and
place the phone to my ear. I’m calling everyone personally since it’s a
surprise and I need to swear them to complete secrecy. Plus, I can’t risk
invitations being stuck to people’s refrigerators where Trina could
accidentally see one.
    She’s kept in touch with Kayley, who is now married herself
to an Aussie guy called Chad. We probably see them as a couple three times a
year, and get along really well together. Kayley and Trina have lunch once a
month as well. So they are top of the ‘friends’ list.
    “Kayley,” I say as she answers in her familiar Irish lilt.
“It’s David. How are you?”
    “I’m great. It’s unusual for you to call me. Is everything
alright?”
    “More than alright actually. I’m calling to invite you to
Trina’s and my wedding,” I tell her. It’s so hard to keep the smile off my
lips, so I don’t bother. I just grin like an idiot.
    She lets out an excited little yelp. “Finally! I’m so happy.
When is it?”
    I fill her in on all the details, smiling the entire way
through my description about what’s going to happen, and how I’m going to get
Trina there without her knowing it’s her wedding day until the last minute.
    “Sounds amazing David. I can’t wait.”
    “Me either. It’s been a long time coming.”
    When I hang up I’m still smiling. As I go through my list
and make call after call I smile the whole time. By the time I’m finished – my
face hurts.

Katrina
    Today David is out doing wedding stuff. His actual words
when I questioned him about it were ‘wouldn’t you like to know’. He then winked
at me, grinned and walked out of