“No, actually, I think she should have to jump on my back or I’ll just fireman carry her out,” Parker adds.
“If you try to lift me, I will drop-kick your ass.”
“Think you can? I’ll give you a free shot to try, Lil.”
“I think we got it down, who’s hungry?” Jameson cuts off their bickering.
We all end up inside at the dining table, and I wish I could say it’s a peaceful dinner, but it seems nothing with this group ever is. Throughout the entire meal, I focus on not paying attention to Wes, but when my eyes accidentally look over, I find he’s alreadylooking at me.
I want to say something snarky and antagonize him like I usually do, but then I remember his threat from earlier and bite my tongue, holding back. He tilts his head like he knows I want to say something.
“I swear to God, Parker, if you keep trying to play footsies with me I’m going to jam one of my heels into your big toe,” Lily threatens and it’s enough to pull my attention away.
As the night continues, Wes’s threat lingers in my mind, and I struggle to figure out if it’s even a threat at all. Or if it’s exactly what I want to happen.
CHAPTER 11
Wes
I can’t takemy eyes off Bailey the entire dinner. I’m waiting and hoping she gives me attitude. I’m practically silently pleading for it to happen because I want nothing more than to punish her. There’s so many ways I could do it. So many ways I’ve fantasized about it, and I would love nothing more than to make them a reality.
I’ll make her scream, plead, and beg for my cock until she’s a mess. Then I’ll deny her. I’ll push her to her absolute limit and it’s going to make up for the years of attitude she’s given me. She’ll make such a pretty mess, I already know it. If she gives into this thing between us.
I can see her holding back the entire dinner, just trying not to do or say anything to me. That’s okay, I can be patient. I know it’s only a matter of time.
She’s quick to leave once dinner is done, but I’m not far behind. I left Bruno at home because I’m not sure how he would be around other people when he’s still getting used to me.
Once I get home, I notice Bailey’s car is already parked and most of her lights are off, probably anticipating me coming home shortly after her. I let Bruno out in the backyard and lean against the doorframe, facing her house watching for any movement.
It’s subtle, but the curtains in her bedroom move, and I know she’s watching. I step outside, staring up at where I know she is, knowing she can see me. I raise an eyebrow, but say nothing. She doesn’t move, just watches.
Bruno walks inside, and I wait an extra moment to see if Bailey will step away from the window first, but she doesn’t. I walk inside, grab my phone off the counter, and send a single text before setting it back down and going upstairs.
Wes: Were you expecting a show? The only one that does that is you, Angel.
I do my best to get some sleep knowing tomorrow is a big day, and it’s one of the few where I need to be well rested.
I’ve beena part of several weddings for friends, but I think Jameson is the calmest groom I’ve ever seen. No one I know has ever been as sure of who they are marrying as he is. There’s not even a hint of hesitance as he finishes getting his suit on. Parker’s already started pouring drinks, but other than him, no one else is drinking.
I’m not sure that’s going to help him and Lily get along, but I’m not here to parent anyone.
When it’s time to start, Jameson and I walk out to where the small crowd of guests are already seated. He greets several of them by name as we head down the aisle. I don’t know anyoneso I just make my way to the front and take my position, folding my hands in front of me as I stand, just waiting to begin.
The same song they played at the rehearsal yesterday starts and I watch Bailey walk down the aisle with Dave. Even though it’s completely innocent, the way her hand rests on his arm has me clenching my jaw. She isn’t looking at me, and that only makes me more pissed off, but I do my best to hold it together.
Parker and Lily are behind them, surprisingly not arguing, though I’m sure it’s killing them both not to be trying to get under each other’s skin.
Finally, Bennet and Duke walk down, meeting up with Bailey and Lily before Sutton and Emily make their way down the aisle. I can’t see Jameson’s face, but I’m sure he’s smiling and completely focused on his future wife making her way toward him.
They meet in front of me, whispering to each other, and acting like they’re the only two people here.
I clear my throat. “Are you ready to start?”
There’s a scoff off to the side, and Bailey mumbles, “Don’t be a mood killer.”
Guess she made her decision.
I do my absolute best to get through the quick ceremony without focusing on when or how I’m going to get Bailey alone. And what exactly I’m going to do with her once I do. She doesn’t seem fazed as I finish up; even with a small interruption from a bird, we manage to get through the ceremony easily.
