Their mouths pressed together, forcing a jolt of desire straight through him. He traced his hand to her neck and rubbed his thumb behind her ear. She moaned into his mouth. He took the kiss deeper, drinking in all she had to give.
“Fuck, you can kiss,” he said against her mouth.
Her response was to kiss him again, pressing her tits against his stupid tourist T-shirt. The wedding was already fucked. Maybe the wedding planners getting caught fooling around in the hallway wasn’t the worst thing that could happen at this point. He moved his fingers to unbutton her shirt.
“I love it when mommy and daddy make up.” Jase’s voice sliced through the moment, severing Brek’s reality and bringing him back to the present.
Velma pulled away and pressed the back of her hand to her mouth. Her cheeks flushed a deep red.
Jase officially had the absolute worst timing.
“Hope he apologized for being a dick to you earlier.” Jase sauntered by and paused at the doorway to the kitchen. “Don’t put out right away. He needs more time to grovel. Tell him to buy you more flowers first.”
Brek prepared to beat the shit out of his best friend.
“Don’t mind me.” Jase lifted his hands in defense. “I’m just the poor schmuck trolling for leftovers and finding my best friend and his girl in a clinch.”
“Get your dinner, asshole,” Brek hissed, holding Velma so she wouldn’t take this as an opportunity to run.
“Roger that. Enjoy your evening.” Jase gave a two-finger wave and disappeared into the kitchen.
“He thinks I’m your girl?” The little creases between her eyebrows deepened.
“Seein’ as my tongue was in your mouth and you were squeaking, he’s got a point.”
She wiggled in his grasp. “I don’t squeak.”
“V, I haven’t had lots of time to explore the interior of your mouth. But both times I’ve had the pleasure, you squeaked.”
“I did not,” she huffed.
“It’s adorable.” He brushed his lips over hers once more. “One of my favorite things about you. Makes me wonder what noises you’ll make when I’m inside you.”
She gasped. “You need to go talk to the band.”
“Yeah.” He traced her lips with the pad of his thumb before he stood and offered his hand to help her up.
She took it.
The length of her pressed against him. “V, you’re all kinds of fucked up when it comes to what you think you want. But we’re gonna make some mistakes and sort you out.”
“What mistakes?” she asked cautiously.
“The naked kind.”
She stilled. “Oh.”
“Either that or we get you a tattoo. Your call.” Brek headed to the stage.
“What tattoo should I get?” she asked his back.
“Whatever you’ll regret most,” he replied without glancing behind.
Chapter Twelve
Countdown to Claire & Dean’s Wedding: 4 Weeks
Velma continued to mull over Brek’s proposal. She had said no, but the more she thought on it, the more shedidwant to do something out of the ordinary. Different. Crazy. The world was moving along, and she was getting left behind.
