“We’ll be gone most of the day,” she announced, ignoring my hand on her ass. “You two will need to fend for yourselves until about four, then make your way to the big oak tree under which they’re getting married. The ceremony is at 4:30, but we’ll meet you there around 4:15ish, I think. They may not have an official wedding party, but they offered hair and makeup, so we took them up on it.”
“Looks like it’s me and you,” Zayn said, raising his cup to me again. “What kind of trouble do you think we can get in?”
“I have some trouble for you,” Lana said as she joined us. She barely glanced at Chloe and me before straddling Zayn’s lap and kissing him hard, her hands spread wide on his cheeks. Zayn dropped his coffee mug, which rolled into the bushes as he grasped her hips and pulled her closer.
“So, are you hungry?” Chloe asked me, her eyes wide as she tried to ignore their public display.
I grabbed her ass again. “Please.”
The pair were gone an hour later, both rushing out the door, insisting that they were in too much of a rush to show off their dresses.
Zayn looked at me, his hands on his hips as the door closed behind the girls.
“Want to go get drunk after a nap?” he asked.
I scoffed. “Sure.”
Zayn and I headed to the ceremony site after attending every wine-tasting and event the vineyard had on its agenda that day.
The space was filled with flowers and boho decor that blended in with the landscape, so much so that it appeared as though it had always been there. Zayn and I snagged two seats toward the back among a few other friends we’d met that morning.
Are you and Zayn at the ceremony?Chloe texted ten minutes before it was set to start.
Sitting at the back, I replied.
Okay. We’ll be up there in a few minutes. Lana took extra time deciding which lingerie to wear beneath her dress.
I scoffed.I wondered why Zayn had been staring at his phone half the morning.
Lol yes. See you in a few.
I didn’t reply, but I angled myself so that I could see her when the pair finally made it up the steps.
We didn’t have to wait long. The violinist began playing, and a few minutes after they started, I found myself staring at the most stunning creature alive. Fucking Styx, if my mother had seen Chloe right then, she might have tried to kill her herself.
Her emerald green dress had one long sleeve, and the diagonal neckline swept over her left side. It cinched the middle at her waist and hugged slightly on the tops of her hips before flowing straight down, a high slit on the right side. The nude pumps she wore made her legs look longer. Her hair had subtle waves, falling over her shoulder softly.
Her eyes brightened when she spotted me, and I stood, unable to stay seated with the restlessness in my bones.
A slight blush rose on her cheeks when she made her way over to me.
“You do clean up nicely,” she said upon reaching me.
I tilted her head back with my knuckle and kissed her. Her lip drew behind her teeth when we parted, and I had to take a step back from her, holding out her arms to take her in completely.
“You look…” A low whistle escaped me, and she did a twirl under my hand.
“It’s too much, isn’t it?” she asked. “I told Lana it was.”
“No, it’s… holy fuck,” was all I could manage. “It’s making me want to skip this ceremony and haul you into the closest private space I can find, hold your arms around your back with this tie, and fuck you until you can’t breathe.”
Her brows raised. “Explicit,” she bantered.
“Serious,” I said.
She beamed, a licentious daze in her eyes, and she reached up to my tie to straighten it. “After dinner and speeches. When we can disappear, and no one will notice,” she said.
“Fuck, you’re making me wait that long?” I asked.
