Give Me More--A Sexy Billionaire Romance A.C. Arthur (the giving tree read aloud .TXT) 📖

“I love you, Gracie.” The words came before his mind could process whether or not it was wise to say them. “I love you so damn much.”

She made a sound that was too close to a whimper and he paused.

“Please, don’t stop, Ronald. Please.”

He continued, loving the sound of his name on her lips, the feel of his dick being gripped by her muscles, the warm dampness of her pussy. It was everything and still on some level not enough. Until she bucked beneath him, her body going still, his name a litany on her lips.

“Never stopped loving you, Ronald.” She gasped and shook her head. “Only you. I only love you.”

As if that was what he needed to take that leap into pleasure, he pumped into her a couple times more before his body jerked, his release coming with such force he lost his breath.

The moments felt like hours before he could ease out of her and fall flat on his back on the bed. She collapsed onto her stomach and he reached out to take her hand, bringing her fingers to his lips once more. “I love you, Grace.”

She turned her head toward him, touching her lips to his biceps before whispering, “I love you, RJ.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

THE AIR WAS warm even though the sun had already set. It was the night before the wedding. The family was gathered outside on a grassy area, with the magnificent mountains and water as a backdrop. The ceremony would take place here tomorrow morning at eleven.

Grace stood off to the side, admiring the work Riley’s event planner and her massive team had created. A gazebo covered in peach, orange and white roses was at the end of a twenty-foot aisle flanked by rows of white chairs. White silk was draped from one chair to the next, and gold lanterns with peach ribbons hung from iron shepherd’s hooks at the end of every other row. Tomorrow the floor of the aisle would be covered in fresh white rose petals.

She’d seen the gowns that Nina, Desta, Marva and Veronica would be wearing. While Marva and Veronica would don original designs by their husbands, made of the same cream-colored fabric, Nina and Desta had signature dresses from the RGold line in the palest peach hue. Riley’s wedding gown consisted of over seventy yards of pure white bias-cut organza tiers that hung beneath a tight bodice, creating a gorgeous fantasy-looking piece that Ron Gold was more than a little proud of designing. They were all going to look amazing. Even the guys, who would wear specially designed cream-colored tuxedos.

When Veronica had invited Grace to the island, Grace knew it was going to be for Riley’s wedding, but she hadn’t given any thought to whether or not she’d be invited to attend. For tonight’s dress rehearsal, she’d been asked to stand in for Riley, as the family believed it was bad luck for the bride to walk down the aisle before her wedding day. Grace’s family believed that same superstition, so this wasn’t Grace’s first time as a fill-in. It was, however, the first time she would walk down an aisle and see RJ standing at the altar. The implications of that were huge and not easily ignored.

“You all right?” She jumped at the voice and turned to see Riley standing next to her.

Grace knew she’d never seen a happier smile. Riley was ecstatic to be marrying Chaz. There was no doubt the two of them were madly in love, and if there had been a doubt, they’d both dispelled it during their separate interviews with Grace. Riley and Chaz had fallen in love against all odds and under the scrutiny of the media. Yet each day Grace watched them in this tropical setting surrounded by family, she saw how tight their bond truly was.

“I’m fine. Just daydreaming, I guess.” Grace shrugged in the hope that it would help downplay the surge of longing she felt when thinking about walking down that aisle toward RJ.

“Daydreaming of a wedding possibly?”

Obviously, she hadn’t convinced either Riley or herself.

Grace shook her head. “No. We’re not ready for that.” Which was exactly what she would’ve said ten years ago. She’d really had no clue that RJ had been ready to propose to her. Sure, they’d talked about their future, but that was just talk. Conversations they’d had in the middle of the night, ideas for a shared life she’d thought was further away than RJ did.

“I don’t know,” Riley said. “RJ really wants to be married. And I’m not just saying that because I’m getting married tomorrow. He never talked of not getting married or not committing to one woman for the rest of his life until after you left. Now he’s not frowning whenever one of us holds hands or kisses or says anything about being a couple. He’s been doing that for the last decade and we were all wondering when he’d snap out of it.” Riley touched Grace’s shoulder. “The minute he saw you again, he did. How amazing is that, that even after all this time the two of you are still in love.”

The event planner arrived with her clipboard and two assistants by her side. “Let’s get started. We want to be at the rehearsal dinner on time,” she said.

From that point on, everybody followed her directions, until the moment it was time for Grace to walk down the aisle.

Ron stepped up and extended his arm to her. Their interview had gone as well as could be expected, but she knew he still wasn’t happy about the story. When she only stared at him, the edge of his mouth tilted up in a smile that looked so much like RJ’s she couldn’t help but smile back. She linked her arm in his, and when the event planner gave the signal they started walking slowly down the aisle.

“You’ve put a smile back