“You don’t have to thank me for that. Come on, sweetheart. Let’s enjoy the rest of the celebration.”
I regained my senses and rushed out onto the dance floor, where Bonnie was giggling breathlessly. Judd tugged her garter belt off with his teeth while the crowd whooped. The DJ called for all the single women to gather behind them, and I moved towards the middle, not wanting to be pushy. As the DJ yelled out the countdown, Bonnie threw the pretty bouquet over her shoulder. I held my hands up, and to my utter shock, the bouquet sailed right into my grasp. I caught it!
Bonnie rushed over and hugged me.
“It means you’re the next one!” she squealed. “Yay!”
The DJ counted down again for Judd to toss the garter belt. Much to my chagrin, Sam caught the flimsy lace garment in a similar way. He looked surprised as it hung from his hand, but when he caught my eye, he smiled as if it were all planned.Before I could cross to him, I found myself planted on a folding chair with my leg outstretched. Tradition was a tradition.
Sam knelt in front of me, resting my foot on his thigh. He took his time, sliding the silky band up and over my heel, then continued upwards. For that moment it was only us, his hands on me. I was sure my eyes were sparkling as Sam kept his gaze on me. Our friends cheered and hollered, encouraging him to move higher up my thigh. He played into their playfulness letting his hands completely disappear under the hem of my dress. The guests roared with delight. I batted my eyelashes and feigned innocence while he finally let his hands slide suggestively down my leg, a smirk playing on his lips.
Getting up from the chair, I was breathless from the excitement. Sam nuzzled under my chin. “At least I have a reason to be flushed now.”
“Yeah, let’s blame it on that,” Sam took my hand and kissed it. “Do you have any more maid of honor duties?”
I nodded quickly, before my nerves kicked in again. “A few. Just have to watch them cut the cake. Then they are leaving for some much-needed alone time.”
“Sounds good. I’ll help with whatever you need.” He let go of my hand slowly. “Then you’re all mine. Are you okay with that?”
His eyes sparkled as he stared at me.
“I think I’m way more than okay with it.” I giggled as Sam leaned in to kiss me. “If you caught the garter and I caught the flowers does that mean…”
“It means whatever we want it to mean, sweetheart. If we weren’t at your best friend’s wedding, I’d drop to one knee and propose right now.”
I giggled again, but the sentiment wasn’t lost on me. We were together. Trial dynamic or not. I needed to stop fighting our chemistry, our connection. A lifetime of excuses didn’tmatter. Nothing would tear our relationship apart except for my overthinking and distance.
Chapter Seven
Sam
Driving Mikayla home from the wedding was the quiet break we both needed after so many intense moments. I still couldn’t believe the audacity of my ex-wife, and the terrible way she’d behaved toward my girl. But that one bad moment aside, I’d been craving Mickie’s mouth as much as her hands. That blowjob in the fancy lounge had been incredibly hot. I tightened my hand on her thigh as I thought about her oral skills. Her thin silk dress didn’t leave much of a barrier between us and the warmth of her body radiated into my palm.
“You handled today with grace and class, babygirl. Try to focus on us and not worry in your head.”
“Mmhmmm,” she said non committedly.
“You’re awfully quiet. Is something bothering you, Mickie?”
“I’m really not trying to overthink, but I sorta want to jump out at the next stoplight and run.” She set her hand on top of mine, lacing her fingers delicately as if she wanted to keep herself grounded.
“Well, youcando that. But then I’m going to have to pull over and chase you. I’m wearing these stiff loafers that will slow me down. Plus, it’s not easy to move in these suit pants.” I winked. I was going to ruin my fancy loafers, they were borrowed from a friend, but the cost of replacing them was nothing compared to what I was about to prove to my girl. Unless she stayed put… but I highly doubted it. She was still so caught in her head about everything.
“Your lack of chasing attire is not my problem,” she snipped.
“No, little wildflower, your perception of the situation is off.”
“Pfft. That’s a stupid nickname,” Mickie said and moved her hand, crossing both arms over her chest.
“Stupid or too close to home? You’ve always been a beautiful mixture of wild, passionate, and unkempt while being polite and classy. Wildflowers thrive in rough soil. Did you know that? They bend under harsh conditions but they don’t break easily.” I hoped she was reading deeper into the nickname I’d bestowed on her.My little wildflower.
“I still want to run as much as I want you to carry me into your house and fuck me senseless!” She nearly growled. “Can you imagine what that dichotomy feels like?”
Pulling over to the side of the road, I put the truck into park. “Go on.”
“What?” Mickayala studied my face though she likely couldn’t make out my features in the darkness of the cab.
“Bearcreek Park has plenty of open space. There are no dips or divots in that field right there.” I gestured to the spot. “If you need to run, babygirl? Run.”
