Page 43 of Mate Matched: Xavier & Brady
“Don’t we have speeches soon?”
“Yeah, but I need your help.”
I followed him into the bathroom and locked the stall door behind me. His fingers went to the button on my pants. “Wait!”
“I need you to fuck me. You look so hot dressed like that. I think I’ve developed a kink for weddings.” His fingers ran down my thigh, then slowly back up again, tracing over my hardening cock.
“We can’t! You’ve got to get up there in ten minutes.” I pushed him against the wall and went to my knees. “I’ll take the edge off for you. We can pick this new kink up later, okay?”
“Less talking, more sucking.”
His cock was hard, the tip leaking when I pulled him out of his briefs. I licked over the head and sucked him deep into my mouth. After all this time, I knew what Brady needed to get off. With one hand I stroked the shaft while I kissed and licked the head. With the other, I plunged two fingers inside his hole, tagging his prostate.
“Fuck!” he cried, the sound far too loud. He bit his hand, muffling another curse as I took him into my throat.
I bobbed up and down over his cock while fingering his ass until he clasped my head and thrust. I let him use my mouth and get lost in the feeling. He came a minute later, all flushed and rumpled looking. So fucking sexy.
“Wow, I needed that!” Brady helped me up and kissed me, tasting himself on my tongue. “I wish I had time to get you off.”
“Later. Now let’s get you cleaned up so you can make Jae cry with that speech.”
Brady’s pregnancy seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. He savored every moment of it. There were endless pictures and diary entries written to our unborn child. I’d cried at the first scan appointment, which, of course, he snapped a pic of. I didn’t miss a single appointment because each milestone was important.
Every high point, like feeling the baby move for the first time. Every low point, like Brady getting too big to fit into his favorite sweatpants. All of it was celebrated.
I couldn’t keep my hands off him. The bigger his belly got, the more I wanted him. We were told that the pheromones from sex were good for the baby and as long as we weren’t too athletic in the bedroom, sex was perfectly safe. It helped Brady feel connected to me even when he felt like a stranger in his own body with how much it was changing. He could still go to the gym as long as he was careful. He still went swimming, which was good for them both, but he’d slowed considerably and it often felt uncomfortable for him.
Our families and friends threw us an amazing baby shower where they spoiled us. Now they were gathered together for another milestone event: our wedding.
Rather than plan a big day, Brady asked that we have a ceremony at City Hall, then head to Chen’s parents’ restaurant for a big family dinner afterwards. The wedding didn’t matter to me. The marriage did. If Brady wanted a quiet, simple wedding,then that’s what he would get. If he decided later that he wanted a big wedding, then I’d throw one for him, no expense spared.
We met everyone outside City Hall just before they closed, after booking the last appointment of the day. Brady looked amazing in a maternity shirt and comfortable, yet stylish, dark gray pants. At eight months pregnant, he was so big he couldn’t see his feet, so he wore slides. It fit the vibe perfectly.
He grinned broadly at something Mama said, his joy easy to read. I raised my phone to snap the moment. I loved him so dearly.
There were photos outside before we entered to take our vows and sign the license. Everything passed in the blink of an eye until we were standing there with our wedding bands, officially married.
As I drove us to the restaurant, I raised our joined hands and kissed his ring. “Happy?”
“Is there a word for beyond happy? Because that’s what I am. I can’t believe this is real.”
“Well, it is. We’re going to have a really nice meal then, if you’re up for it, I’d like to mark you.”
He grinned widely. “I’d like that.”
We ate too much at dinner, but it was worth it to see everyone so happy for us. Brady was dozing in the car as I drove us home. He woke when I parked. “Home?”
“Yeah, we’re here. Do you want to sleep or do the marking?”
“I’d like your bite.”
He followed me into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. “This might be easier if you lay down a little.” It took some work, but I got him comfortable on the bed, propped up with pillows.
I curled up behind him, my hands on his swollen stomach, and licked the scent gland that would hold my mark. Without teasing him for long, I bit down, finally marking Brady as mine. Hisblood flooded my mouth and his pheromones settled around me, melding with mine.
With careful movements, I hovered over him, giving him access to place his own bite. The pain was sharp, yet it held pleasure in it, too.
We were fully mated.
