Picking Someone Up Bridal Style Novels & Stories

She watched him, her pale skin exposed to the air. Alex bent down and reached for his trousers. He slid them in. He took off his shirt and walked up to Lillian. He used the shirt to cover her pale body. The fabric felt warm and she could perceive his expensive Armani perfume. She stayed still, clutching the chest around herself. Before she knew it, Alex slipped one arm under her knees and the other hand around her back. He lifted her and carried her in a bridal style. Her eyes widened but she managed to remain composed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, the oversized T-shirt falling around her thighs.

Michael made sure I wouldn't trip, then picked me up bridal style. I gave him a big, big kiss! Honeymoon, here we come!

She slowly nodded. "Well, I'm going to pick you up in my arms, and I'm going to take you to our bedroom..." I said, my voice strained with the anticipation that my words announced. She nodded, and without further ado, I picked her up bridal style and carried her around the living area, up the stairs, and into our bedroom. Her head was buried in the crook of my neck, and her hand wrapped around my neck. Her heart beat hard against mine, and it felt so right. It was a melody I didn't want to end. I placed her on her feet, a few steps from the bed.

In truth, she was merely waiting—calculating, observing, waiting for the right moment to slip away. Aiden watched her from a distance. He could tell she had a plan of her own, but he also couldn’t let the night pass without making his presence known—especially when it would benefit the woman he intended to claim as his bride. So, without hesitation, he began to walk toward her. His strides were smooth, regal, commanding. Conversations halted as he moved. Guests turned their heads. Whispers fluttered through the hall like startled birds. “The Smith's heir… he’s here?”

" I can try." "Okay, so I'm going to need you to get up on the count of three." I nodded solemnly and at the third count, he hoisted me up. His arms swung low before catching me in a bridal pose, with my permission of course. In about three to four strides, Ethan had successfully carried me from the cold floor to some kind of cushion tucked in between some flowers. The flowers rustled in the wind and I pulled his shirt jacket closer, hurdling into it.

“You’re something else.” “I appreciate the compliment,” he replied, a playful tone highlighting his words. Before she could retort, he scooped her up effortlessly in a bridal carry, a move that took her completely by surprise. “What the hell are you doing?” she exclaimed, her eyes widening in disbelief as she found herself in his strong arms. “Shh, Marcee,” he whispered, teasing delight lacing his voice. “I’m sure you won’t be able to move your body freely after yesterday.” Her heart raced, a complex swirl of embarrassment and unexpected excitement. “Besides,” Cross continued in a more serious tone, “there’s something I’ve wanted to do for years.”

He picked me upz bridal style, walking out the door “Whatever you want Miss Gatewoods….”

A long, elegant arm slid around my waist and gently tugged me aside. It caused Jonathan's deep bow to meet nothing but empty space. Elliott's lips curved into a lazy smile, but his eyes were pure ice. "I'll give Sophia a far better wedding and a far better ring."

“Are you going to let me help you this time? Or do you plan on crawling your way to the house? As I don’t think that you would be able to jump the whole way” “Excuse you, I did it the first time, I’ll do it the second” “Yeah, I think lifting you up would be a whole lot easier and would save us both more time” I said rolling my eyes at her behavior. She opened her mouth to object, however, I put my left arm under her knee and my right on behind her back as I quickly carried her bridal style making her eyes widen. I could tell that she fought herself to let out a shriek, our eyes meeting for a second making me smile. Her arm wrapped around my neck as she shook her head at me. “Come on, malyshk

I get cut off when he picks me up bridal style and carries me. “Hey! What are you doing?” I try to protest strongly, looking around. “Carrying you.” He replies as though I asked him that. I groan at him. “Put me down. People are watching.” He doesn't pay any heed to me and keeps on walking, making me go red in embarrassment. “They have eyes so it's normal if they watch.” He gives me a little proud smile before continuing to walk down the road. “Put me down, Spencer. You could have at least given me a piggyback ride. It would have been less awkward.” He rolls his eyes.