“Hang on,” Nat called, and hearing her voice so close sent a jolt through me, my balls pulling up tight to my body as my breathing turned ragged.
And then the knob turned.
“I’ll be right there, June.” She poked her head inside. “Did you call?—”
“No,” I tried, though it came out strangled.
I didn’t know if I was talking to her or myself. It didn’t matter because it was too late anyway. Our eyes locked, and I groaned out her name, my cock thrumming in time to the rise and fall of her chest as the warmth of my come spilled across my bare stomach.
For what felt like an eternity, she stared at me, her lips parted and eyes glazed as she took in every inch of me. Especially the inches that perked right the fuck back up thanks to her attention.
Then, June called for Nat again, and she tore her gaze away, the spell broken. With a mumbled apology, she closed the door, leaving me to clean myself up. And wonder just how the hell we were going to traverse this.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
NAT
I wassure I wasn’t the first bride to be thinking about what my soon-to-be husband looked like when he came—flushed cheeks, parted lips, thick cock in hand as his eyes pinned me in place—but I wasn’t exactly a typical bride.
From the moment I’d walked in on Asher, I hadn’t been able to get the sight of him out of my head. Lying there, stomach muscles rippling, arms tight as he stroked himself faster and faster. And then when his eyes had locked on mine and he’d spilled himself across his stomach, I’d nearly come without so much as a flick across my clit.
One thing was for certain—I definitely hadn’t needed any blush today. My cheeks had been flushed from the moment I’d shut the door with a squeaked apology, and they hadn’t shown signs of letting up anytime soon.
The real question was, what the hell did we do now?
Not just after I’d stumbled in on him pleasuring himself—while sayingmyname, apparently—but there also was that kiss to contend with. We may have been able to plead ignorance prior to that, but now there was absolutely no denying the chemistry that crackled between us.
I wasn’t sure which was worse—being in a marriage with someone I wasn’t attracted to, or being in one with the best friend I absolutelywas.
“Is it time to gonow?” June asked, barely restrained frustration echoing in her voice.
“Almost, Junebug,” Asher said. “You got on your dress pretty early. We won’t be leavin’ for a bit yet.”
“Actually, that might have changed,” I said as a text came in from my mom.
Asher glanced at me, the first time he’d made eye contact for more than a fleeting second since Cockgate, and raised a brow. “As long as it’s not you backin’ out on me, we can figure it out.”
I laughed and batted aside his concern. Surprisingly, the thought of not going through with it hadn’t even once entered my mind. But that was something I could unpack later. Right now, we had other things to deal with.
I turned my phone to face him and gestured to it. “My momma’s guilt-trippin’ us into coming over for pictures. What, since we didn’t care enough to invite her to the ceremony and all.”
Asher huffed out a laugh and rubbed a hand across his trimmed beard. “All right. If we’re gonna do that first, we better get a move on. How long till you’re ready?” he asked with a raised brow.
“All I need to do is put my dress on. But she’s ordered me not to do that either so it doesn’t get wrinkled. So…I guess I’m ready now? How about you? You thinkin’ about maybe cleanin’ up a bit?” I asked, somehow managing to keep a straight face even through my blatant lie.
He looked ridiculously hot in his dark jeans, vest, and a light gray button-down shirt rolled to his elbows, showcasing the toned forearms I hadn’t ever really paid much attention to before. But now, after seeing them flex as he’d pumped his cockmere hours prior, they would most definitely be starring in my nighttime fantasies. He’d left his hair loose like I loved, and I had the strongest urge to run my fingers through it. Gather a fistful just to guide his face close to mine.
“Thought I’d go like this,” he said with a shrug. “Hope it won’t be too much of a burden to sayI doto someone who looks like a bum.”
“I’ll force myself to suffer through.”
“I appreciate that. We can leave as soon as Owen wakes up and swing by your parents’ on the way to the courthouse.”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the monitor crackled with Owen’s happy, sleepy baby murmurs.
“I’ll pack the diaper bag,” I said, having no idea who the hell I’d become that that was now my first instinct.
“Already ahead of you, wifey.” He winked and gestured to where the diaper bag sat by the side door.
