“Please,” I whimper against his neck, past the point of caring how I sound.
His thick calloused finger scrapes along the sensitive skin of my crack and stops. He taps my hole once. Twice. I squirm, trying to get more, and he chuckles.
“Fuck you, Aidyn.”
His laugh deepens. “Hold on, darlin’.” He brushes a kiss over my mouth. “I need you to be sure about this.”
I hold his gaze. “I’m sure, Aidyn.”
“Thank, fuck.” He pulls my pants and underwear down past my ass and pushes his finger against my hole. Fuck, I’m so turned on that I could come from just this. Sweet Jesus. We kiss messily, and it’s intense, and I can’t believe I get to have Aidyn Christy, even for one moment.
Briinnng. Briinnng.
My phone. Shit. Where is it? I lean back to check the counter. Nope.
“Ignore it,” Aidyn growls and kisses me again, pulling my leg higher so he has better access. He teases my rim, and fuck, I want to impale myself on his thick fingers—with or without lube. “So fucking hot.”
The blare of his phone startles me. What are we doing? We have a wedding cake to deliver. And lives that don’t quite mix.
7
AIDYN
“What?”I yell into my phone, not caring who’s on the other end. I’m so fucking turned on it’s painful. Wanting Garrett is like an ache that never goes away.
“Christy?” Jane. Fuck.
There’s rustling on the other end and then a new voice. Sharper. Zye. “This wedding is important. Stop fucking it up.”
I close my eyes and turn away from Garrett. The sight of him, his bare chest, his cock hard and ready for me. It’s too tempting. “Hold your damn horses, Zye. We’re on our way.”
“You’re in the car?”
“We would be if you weren’t bitching at us.”
He huffs, and the other sounds—laughing and music—fade. A door clicks shut, and the other sounds are gone. “I can’t stall much longer. This is a disaster, Christy. Please hurry.”
My gaze returns to Garrett. He’s partially dressed already. He zips his pants and fastens the few buttons left on his shirt before slipping his tie around his neck. I hold back my sigh. I’d had plans for that tie. And him. “Fifteen minutes, Zye.”
I jab the end button, resisting the urge to throw the damn thing across the room.
“Garrett—”
“No. None of that. We have fifteen minutes, and ten of that will be the drive to the VFW hall. No time to talk about whatever this is.”
Garrett steps closer and grabs the edges of my shirt like he’s going to button it for me. Good luck with that since he popped them all off. He laughs and rests our foreheads together. “You need a new shirt.”
“You think? Thanks for that.”
“Sorry.”
I wrap my hand around the back of his neck. “Don’t be. It was fucking hot.” This close, I can’t see his smile, but I feel it.
He sighs. “We’ve got to go.”
My hand tightens on his neck. I need one more kiss, but I keep it as light as I can while memorizing everything about him. The feel of his lips. The taste of him. The intoxicating smell of expensive cologne.
He backs away and drags a hand through his thick dark hair. “Go change your shirt. I’ll finish loading the cake.”
