“I made a lot of mistakes with Guy and his mother. I regret a lot of things. But he’s a good man. He makes room for mistakes and forgiving. I’m lucky his mom raised such a good son.”
“I know a little about complicated family relationships,” I said. “Just curious, which of you reached out first?”
“He contacted me. One of the best things that’s happened in my life.” He finished his Coke and raised it to me. “Enjoy the wedding.”
I stood, cemented to the spot. Things still weren’t fixed withmy family. But Guy’s willingness to take his dad back, who had done some pretty fucked up shit to him growing up, made me look at my own life a little differently. I wasn’t dreading seeing my family in a few weeks as much as I was before.
Dinner was served, glasses were clinked for kisses, the cake was cut, the bouquet and garter tossed, and Jess and I were enjoying a quiet slow dance. I’d long since shed my suit jacket, wearing suspenders and a bow tie with rolled-up sleeves. She played with the bow tie and booped my nose.
“I think the answer’s yes,” she said, peering up at me.
My heart raced. “What answer? The answer to what?”
“That question you ask me every day.” She said it so casually, like she wasn’t dropping really big news on me.
My stomach fluttered. “I didn’t ask you yet today.”
“Well, the next time you ask, the answer’s going to be yes. So choose carefully.”
“Really?”
Her smile was huge and her eyes bright. “Yeah. Really.”
I pulled her into me, wrapping my arms tight around her. “Seriously? You’re going to marry me?”
She looked up at me and raised her eyebrows. “Is that how you’re asking?”
“No. No no no no no. This one counts. I wanna get it right. And I don’t wanna storm on Guy’s big day,” I said.
“Smart choice.”
“You’re not even gonna see it coming, baby. It’s gonna be like, the biggest left-field thing ever.”
She grinned, her dimple popping out. “Is that so? So like, when you’re balls deep in me?”
I shook my head. “More left-field.”
“In the TSA line on the way to Japan?”
“Stop guessing, because you’ll never get it. You’ll just have to let it happen organically.”
“You don’t actually know, do you?” she teased.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”
“I love you, Benny.”
“I love you, too, Sweet Cheeks. Every day. All the time.”
She got a mischievous look on her face. “Come with me.”
She dragged me by the hand inside, to the hallway by the bathrooms, pulling me into a little alcove. She slinked her leg around my calf and grabbed me by my shirt, locking her lips with mine. This was no wedding kiss. Jessie was starting something. I got lost in the kiss, biting her lips, sliding our tongues together, sucking. One of her hands went to my back, while the other went straight down my pants. I hummed in surprise, as Obi walked behind us and said, “Get a room!”
Jessie looked up at me, love-stoned, took her hand out of my pants, and pulled me up the grand staircase to an empty hallway. I pushed her against a door, the little plaque next to it reading “storage closet.” I ground my hips against hers, letting my erection meet her center. I pushed down on the door handle and we fell inside, a loud moan meeting us.
“Wait, what the fuck?!”
There was Guy with his pants around his knees, Kitty’s legs wrapped over his ass and her wedding dress shoved to her waist. I see Stelle’s ass all the time, but Jessie does not. And I certainly have never seen Kitty and Stelle doing the deed. Jessie covered her eyes and backed away.
