My breathing picked up the second he leaned in and only got worse with each word spoken. Speaking proves to be difficult as utter ridiculousness pours from my mouth. “Um… they’re fine. I mean, no, they don’t need any attention.”
He chuckles in response before grabbing my hand, placing it in the crook of his arm, and leading me down the aisle.
My eyes roam the crowd and find Matt right away, who waves. I beam in his direction while noticing the scrutinizing side-eye from Braden. What’s that about? He better not go all territorial on me after one brief interaction… no—after one briefmistakein the hot tub. He’s got another thing coming if that’s the case.
We make it to the end without incident and split off to take our places, allowing me to enjoy the moment. It’s a beautiful wedding. Eli and Jackson look adorably nervous but stunning in their tuxes, as do all the men. The minute the wedding march begins, the guests stand, and Cici and Mia make their appearance. It’s a sight to behold. The love between these two couples is palpable to every single person here.
The moisture in my eyes is unavoidable as I absorb the feelings pouring from all four. It becomes harder to control the tears as promises are made and the most beautiful vows I’ve heard are spoken. The moment each couple is pronounced as husband and wife, there’s not a dry eye in the house. Thank God for the tissues tucked into the bouquet.
Cheers erupt as the happy couples are presented, and it’s once again time to join my partner, who I couldn’t help sneaking peaks at during the ceremony. The wink he shot me at one point caused my belly to dip, and I tried to refrain from making eye contact after that.
With the audience standing and talking, it’s unnecessary to remain quiet as we return down the aisle, giving Braden the opportunity for the question I’m sure has been eating at him throughout.
“Is that your boyfriend?” he asks in the iciest whisper you could imagine. And I don’t like his tone or the implication that he has a right to care.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I respond nonchalantly.
“Damn straight I would, since my fingers were in your pussy last night. Is it okay if I tell him that?” Even with the hushed voice, his underlying fury is evident.
“Are you serious right now? It shouldn’t even matter to you. My personal life is not your concern, so mind your own business.”
Thinking the conversation is over since we’re around the corner and heading toward the rest of the wedding party, I yank my hand back, intending to stomp off. But before I do, he grabs my wrist and drags me through a door.
Braden
I’m furious. I won’t rest if even a chance exists thatIwas the other man. No fucking way. When I saw the guy by himself in the back row wave to Poppy, and the smile she gave in return, my insides coiled. I noticed him earlier when returning to my room to grab something before the ceremony. Even though it was odd he was coming from Poppy’s room, I didn’t overthink it, assuming he was staff.
But my blood has been boiling ever since they made eye contact. I’d have never touched her if I thought for a second she had a boyfriend. It hit me then that she’d never answered the fucking question from the day we met.
“If you think I’m going to sit back and let you fuck someone over, you don’t know me very well.”
“Funny you say that. We don’t know each other at all. And I’d like it to stay that way.”
I lean down until I’m in front of her face. “Either you tell me right now if he’s your boyfriend, or I’ll find out myself. And I won’t care who else is around to hear me explain why I’m asking,” he snarls.
“You’re an ass.”
“At least I’m not a liar. And if you keep pushing me, you’ll learn I don’t make empty threats.”
I’m about to march out when she gives me the answer I want. “No. He’s not my boyfriend. He’s mine and Cici’s friend from Bozeman.”
“Good enough friend to stay in the same room as you?” I’m still unconvinced, but her declaration took the edge off.
“Seriously? How do you even know that? And I already told you he’s not my boyfriend, so whether we’re in the same room or not is none of your business.”
“It is when I want you in mine.” With her mouth open in shock, I dive in, crashing my lips to hers. My hands automatically go to her neck, gripping her passionately and holding her steady while I take what I want. Her eager response tells me I’m not out of line and that she needs this as much as I do.
She whines into the kiss, meeting my tongue thrust for thrust. Reaching down to grip her ass, I pull her into me, seeking friction for my cock. Craving more, I shove her against the door, grinding into her. Christ, those sexy moans, along with her hips moving in tune to mine, could cause me to blow if I continue dry humping this woman.
Knowing we’ve been away too long and that if we keep this up, I’ll have her bent over taking my cock, I decide we’d better stop before the search party arrives and catches us in the act. We have plenty of time for fucking later. And honestly, I’d rather savor this one.
Reluctantly, I pull away to a thoroughly ravished woman breathless with desire. I’m two seconds from making a bad decision and saying fuck it when she reaches up to slap me. I’m too shocked to avoid the blow, immediately stepping back while shaking my head.
“What the fuck was that for?” I ask.
“Why do you think? You can’t just… do that.”
“Do what? Kiss you? You didn’t seem to mind, considering you were reciprocating.”
