When we finally part, a new song has started, and we continue to dance. A couple of minutes into the second song, Tanner swings by with Grandma. She reaches out and grabs my arm.
"You two are sitting with me at breakfast tomorrow," she says before Tanner waltzes her away.
"Oh, shit. I didn't think she would expect to see you at breakfast," I say, looking at Joelle, feeling guilty.
"This was my last wedding gig for the weekend, so I'm free."
"You sure? It'll be at Sea Glass Tavern."
"I love Sea Glass Tavern," she says, beaming up at me.
6
Joelle
"Thank you again, seriously," Evrard says before I close his car door, wave at him, and practically float into the house.
Closing the door behind me, I let out a sigh.Tonight was magical.
Digging my phone out of my dress's pocket, I send a quick text to Petula. I tell her I had a wonderful night and I'm exhausted, but we'll text more tomorrow. I plug it into my charging station, kick off my shoes, and pad into the bedroom.
Unzipping the dress, I fling it over the chair by my bed and quickly wash up in the ensuite bathroom. I throw on a sleep shirt and tumble into bed completely spent, but my body continues to sizzle from Evrard's touch and the excitement of tonight. Never mind that toe-curling kiss we shared on the dance floor.
The way he held me. The way he looked at me, like I was the only person in the room. The way his lips felt against mine, soft and demanding all at once.
I'm not supposed to be feeling this way. This was supposed to be a favor, a fake girlfriend situation to make his grandmotherhappy. But somewhere between the ceremony and the reception, between the tulips and the dancing, something shifted.
Sliding my hand between my legs, I begin to rub my clit as I picture us kissing on the dance floor. My fantasy instantly turns into imagining him in his firefighting gear, helmet and all, except without a shirt underneath the heavy jacket. He's sitting by his fire truck as I walk over, wearing nothing but the nightie I have on right now. I tear it off, tossing it to the side. Watching me, Evrard slips his hard, ready cock out of his bunker pants.
The firefighter's hungry mouth greets my breasts as I straddle him, rubbing my wet pussy up and down his shaft before guiding him inside me. My fingers rub faster as I fantasize about riding the sexy firefighter while he grabs my tits, pinching my nipples.
Suddenly, my orgasm ricochets through my body as my legs flail, crying out into the empty bedroom.
I lay there for a moment, catching my breath as my heart slams against my chest. Rolling to my side, I grab an extra pillow and hug it close, smiling to myself as sleep consumes me.
As I slideinto Evrard's SUV, he gives me a guilt-ridden look.
"I really feel bad that this is turning into way more than you expected or agreed to."
"I'm having fun," I say, clicking my seat belt.
"Really?" he says, dumbfounded, and I can't help but snort.
The drive to Sea Glass Tavern takes less than ten-minutes. When we enter, we find that his grandmother has saved us two seats right next to her.
During the meal, everyone is discussing what they loved about the wedding and reception. Lots of laughter fills thespace as folks take turns telling funny stories about drunken shenanigans at the hotel.
Evrard excuses himself when the servers come to clear the plates to go use the restroom. When he walks away, his grandmother turns to me and squeezes my knee.
"I'm so happy that Evrard has found someone again," she says.
"Again?" I ask.
"Well, yes, after his ex-wife broke his heart twenty years ago," she hisses. "I never liked her. But you? I liked you as soon as I set my eyes on you," she says, grinning at me with another squeeze on my knee.
My chest tightens at her words. Twenty years. He's been guarding his heart for twenty years because someone hurt him that badly. And here I am, pretending to be his girlfriend, probably making everything worse.
After breakfast, we all head outside as people say their goodbyes to the newlywed couple who are preparing to leave on their honeymoon later in the afternoon.
