The possession that burns in his voice heats me from within, and I know the journey is short, but I can’t help myself. I unbuckle and crawl onto his lap, reaching for his zipper. His eyes flare with want, and he grunts his approval as I free his cock and lift the fabric of the dress and cloak around me. Within seconds, I’ve got him inside me again, and we’re going at it hot and heavy all the way to the church. We both come hard, Judge continuing to grind my body down onto his long after the last convulsion has rocked through him. And when his eyes meet mine, I know this is just the beginning. He isn’t even close to being done with me tonight.

“Now you’ll have my come dripping down your thighs as you join me at the altar.” He brushes his lips against my ear, kissing his way down my jaw, and I shiver.

“Mm-hmm.”

His hands continue to stroke my ass, even after the car comes to a stop, and we hear the commotion of everyone gathering outside. Someone knocks on the window, but we ignore them, Judge bringing my lips to his, kissing me like we have all the time in the world. I think we do too, until I hear another persistent knock, followed by Solana’s chagrined voice.

“You better not be messing up her hair, Lawson Montgomery!”

He chuckles, shaking his head, and I smile. After we right our clothing and he helps me out, Solana ensnares me with a disapproving look.

“Nice.” She rolls her eyes. “I didn’t realize freshly fucked chic was the look we were going for.”

I shrug. “As if you wouldn’t have done the same.”

“Who knows, maybe I will.” Her eyes scan the crowd before turning back to Judge. “Is your asshole brother here tonight?”

At her question, I stiffen, and Judge settles his hand on my lower back. He doesn’t answer her, but nods to the crowd filtering inside. “We better go in.”

I’m grateful for the interruption in that conversation, but I make a mental note to talk to Solana about Theron later. Again.

Judge guides me inside while Solana wanders back to the others, presumably to boss people around and make sure everything’s in order. And then all too soon, we are separated with little more than time for a kiss, taken to our own separate areas to get ready. Although there isn’t much for me to do than remove the cloak and visit with Ivy, Georgie, and Solana, who’s fussing over my hair that she insists I messed up during our pre-wedding romp.