Talk Wordy To Me (His Curvy Librarian Book 1), Frankie Love [knowledgeable books to read .txt] 📗

here we are, one month later, nearly two months to the day after our blind date, on our wedding day. Two of Cassidy’s younger sisters, Lydia and Jane, came home from college just to celebrate with us, and Gramps is out of the hospital and on the mend. He’s in physical therapy for some mobility issues that arose after the stroke, but his doctors say he’ll make a full recovery with time.

The biggest surprise is the fact that he’s got a date with him.

Just a little while before the big moment, Gramps strolls into the back yard with a woman on his arm, her white hair swept up into an elegant bun and a red rose pinned to her dress. When I come over to greet them, Gramps introduces me to her.

“This is Evelyn,” he says. “Cookie will recognize her, we met at senior book club, after all. Neither of us wanted to miss seeing you two be married.”

“Well, I’m glad to see you’re happy,” I tell my grandfather, who, for all his harping on the fact that I was single for so long, has lived alone and tended my grandmother’s rose bushes in solitude for many years.

The ceremony begins a few minutes later. It’s perfect, with my guys from the brokerage as groomsmen and Nora and Brooklyn as Cassidy’s dual maids of honor.

When she comes down the makeshift aisle toward me, Cassidy steals my breath away. She looks like a princess in a wispy chiffon dress. It comes down to her knees, and I smile when I notice she’s wearing the red heels she wore on our first date.

I can’t wait to say “I do,” and I steal a kiss from my new bride before our officiant tells me I’m allowed to.

At the backyard reception after our vows, I can’t keep my hands off my Cookie—if all our guests got up and left suddenly, I might not even notice. I’ve only got eyes for the curvy librarian who stole my heart.

I’m leaning in, whispering all the dirty things I want to do to her when we get to our honeymoon suite tonight, when Nora and Brooklyn descend on us. Nora fusses with Cassidy’s veil, trying in vain to make her look even more perfect than she already is, and Brooklyn is sipping champagne as she says, “You know you two are ridiculous, right?”

“Why’s that?” I ask.

“Two months ago, this one was complaining to us about how the dapper old gentleman in her book club wouldn’t stop trying to hook her up with his grandson,” she says, rolling her eyes in Cassidy’s direction. She picks up her friend’s hand, pointing to the big princess-cut diamond and the brand-new wedding band on her ring finger. “And now you’re married.”

“Well, what can I say?” Cassidy says. “I wasn’t ready, and then I met Chuck and I was.”

Nora smiles, a touch of their mother’s romanticism evident in her eyes. “We should all be so lucky.”

“Why don’t you mingle some more?” I suggest. “You never know when you’re going to meet The One.”

Now it’s my new sister-in-law’s turn to roll her eyes at me. Clearly, she’s not sold. She and Brooklyn tell Cassidy how beautiful she is, and how happy they are for her, and I have to agree with all of it. But when they wander off again, I’m glad we’re alone once more.

“Cookie,” I say, taking her by the elbow to pull her close to me. “I can’t wait a minute longer to find out what you’ve got on under that pretty little dress. Do you think we can sneak out of here?”

She laughs. “Sneak out of our own wedding? No, I think they’ll notice that we’re gone.”

“Damn it.”

Then she cracks a smile. “But that doesn’t mean we have to stay all night.”

An hour later, I’m carrying my wife across the threshold of the hotel suite we booked for the night. My cock is already rock-hard and aching for her before the door is even shut—hell, I’ve been fighting a losing battle with my desire to rip that dress off her all day.

Now that we’re finally here, I throw her down on the big, plush bed and all those layers of fabric float around her.

“God, I want to crawl underneath that dress and live between your thighs,” I tell her, kicking my shoes off and loosening my tie.

“We’ve got all night, baby,” she says, inching the bottom of her dress up her thighs teasingly. Her eyes go to the bulge of my trousers and she licks her lips. God, how I love seeing my length in her mouth. The idea alone has my cock throbbing, eager to be freed.

I strip naked while Cassidy’s eyes stay locked on me, reading me like an open book. But when she sits up and reaches for her shoes to take them off, I say, “No. I want to be the one to undress you. And first…”

I crawl onto the bed, separating her thighs as I crawl beneath the many layers of her skirt. I run my hands up her soft, bare legs, and I groan with happiness when I see the delicate, lacy white, crotchless panties my wife is wearing.

“Goddamn, you are perfect,” I say as I nudge her thighs over my shoulders and bury my face in her dripping pussy.

“I thought you’d like those–” she says, but then I take a long swipe with my tongue and cut her words off instantly. She’s reduced to moaning and writhing beneath me, which happens to be exactly how I like it.

I close my lips around her clit, sucking and teasing with the tip of my tongue. Cassidy arches her back as I slide my fingers deep inside her. She’s moaning unintelligible things and bracing against the bed as she locks her thighs firmly around my head. I really could stay like this forever, tasting her, feeling her pussy gripping my fingers as I make her come.

But I need her on my cock.

I need her screaming my name