“Okay,” I say, gripping his hand tighter. “Let’s go get ready.”

We make our way through the hotel and to our room. We don’t say much other than how our mornings were, simple things like that, but I’m not sure there’s much to talk about after the conversation we just had, so I’m grateful for the uncomplicated chat.

When we’re in the room, Ryot sets my bag down while I walk over to the bathroom. Since my hair is already in a bun, I turn on the shower and strip down to nothing just as Ryot walks in and leans against the bathroom doorway. His eyes peruse me, hunger tainting them as he wets his lips with his tongue.

“You’re so fucking fine,” he says as his eyes reach up to mine. He removes his shirt and pushes down his shorts.

I smirk. I do love naked Ryot. “Speak for yourself.”

I move into the shower and wet down my body as Ryot opens the door and slips in as well.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Showering with the hottest girl I know.”

“I can’t get my hair wet.”

“Can you get other things wet?” he asks with a waggle of his brow.

“Do you expect cheesy lines like that to turn me on?”

He chuckles, then turns me around and covers my back with his large body. His hands smooth up my sides to my breasts, where he cups them. I feel his erection grow against my backside as he toys with my nipples.

“Do we have time for this?”

“Probably not,” he whispers. “But I want you, Myla. All of you. Forever.” Then he bends me forward so my hands rest on the built-in bench in front of me, and he positions his cock at my entrance. “I need this. I need you.”

He slowly enters me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, enjoying every pleasurable inch of him. All I can think about is how much I need him as well.

* * *

RYOT

“She looks hot,” Banner says as he holds a glass of whiskey. “And I say that with all the respect in the world for your wife. But that dress.”

Yeah.

I know.

That dress.

She’s not wearing a bra or underwear. I know this because I watched her slip the silky sage-green fabric over her curvy body. The back of the dress dips to just above the arc of her ass. The thin straps barely press into her delicate shoulders as her breasts sit high on her chest, shown off by the thin fabric. She styled her hair into a bun on the top of her head and placed baby’s breath around the thick bun. Her makeup is minimal because we didn’t have much time after I fucked her in the shower. But it works for her. I’ve always liked minimal makeup on her, just enough to make her eyes stand out even more than they already do.

“Besides the bride, I feel like every fucking guy in here is staring at her,” I say as I watch her speak animatedly to Kelsey and Lottie.