We’re going to have to pose for pictures? Fuck. My. Life.
Priest and Luna turn to us, both of them grinning widely. “We did it!”
Isla drops my arm like it caught fire and moves a few feet away from me. “Congratulations, you two!”
It’s not like I want her to be clingy or to get any ideas. What happened between us was a one-and-done deal, and it can’t happen again. Especially not now that I know who she is. My old man always said never to shit where you eat, and as far as I’m concerned, hooking up with Isla is exactly that.
But it’s annoying me, the way she refuses to even look at me.
“Congrats,frattore mio,” I tell my brother easily, going to him and slapping him on the back, shaking off Isla’s rejection.
Which, for the record, I’m not used to.
“Time for pictures,” Luna announces.
Behind me, Scorpion and Lucky groan in unison. They’ve got Luna’s bridesmaids, our cousins Carina and Francesca, on their arms. The cousins are on our father’s side, and we were never all that close, but Luna being a part of the family has changed things. Carina and Francesca have taken her under their wing.
“No complaining,” Carina snaps.
“Yeah,” I agree, grinning evilly at them. “Behave,stronzi.”
If I have to suffer through all this wedding shit, then they do too. Besides, it’s the least we can do for Priest. He’s a damn good leader, and he’s shown it. He’s also united the warring factions of the Andrianis and Revellos back into one big family. We’re thriving because of the sacrifices he made, and he put his life on the line to get us here.
“I need some fucking air conditioning,” Lucky complains.
“You can have air conditioning later,” Luna says. “We’re doing pictures now. I want everyone smiling. Don’t look like you’re hot and ruin it. I mean it, Lucky.”
“How are we supposed to do that?” I ask, repeatedly wafting my shirt to fan myself. “Iamhot. I can’t help it. But I haven’t had any complaints.”
Priest snorts. I shoot a glance in Isla’s direction, but she’s not looking at me. She’s staring at her bare toes. Fair enough, theyaresexy toes, and now I know why they’re painted blue. The color matches her dress perfectly.
Suddenly, something else catches my eye.
There’s a faint bruise on her throat that I didn’t notice earlier in all my distraction. She’s covered it with makeup, but in the sunlight, the mottled coloring is visible underneath. For a split second, blood lust roars through me. I’ll kill whoever dared to hurt her. I’ll cut off his fingers first, and then I’ll put a nine millie in each kneecap just to see how much he squeals…
And then I realize it’s not that kind of bruise.
It’s a hickey.
And it’s from me.
I recall having my face in her neck while my cock was deep in her wet pussy. I lost control, biting and sucking on her throat when she clamped down on me like a vise, and I came hard enough that all I could do was suck on her throat and groan. In my defense, it was the third round of fucking we’d engaged in that night.
I kind of like seeing her wear me on her skin.
I also want to see her wearing my come.
But I can’t. And thinking about that is only making my cock wake up again.
You’re here for pictures, I remind myself.Don’t fuck up Priest and Luna’s wedding day any more than you already have by dicking the maid of honor.
“Very funny,” Luna tells me, giving me a death stare. “No shit-eating grins in the pictures, Saint. And Scorpion, a real smile. Not that little half-assed smug thing you do.”
I give Luna a shit-eating grin in response because I like busting her balls.
“I don’t do anything half-assed,” Scorpion defends himself, sounding insulted. “How’s this?”
The smile he gives Luna is borderline serial killer.
