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“I’m one-hundred percent sure. Thanks, though. I’m glad you guys have my back. And that you’re all here.”

“You know we’ll always come when called. We’re like dogs.”

From beside me, Tag whispers, “Speak for yourself!”

I want to say that Tag is the most dog-like of the bunch, but the church doors are finally opened completely, and the music swells to a crescendo. It’s time for this stupid ceremony to start. Thank god because the sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can get to the open bar.

Herbie is sweating bullets as the first bridesmaid makes her entrance. Well, I guess she’s actually the second bridesmaid because the first one is still playing the organ.

I try not to laugh as the woman walks down the aisle. The obnoxious purple fabric of her dress swallows her body whole and she literally stumbles a bit on the excess material. Of course, that dress wouldn’t flatter anyone. No doubt Trudy wanted to make sure her bridesmaids looked ugly next to her, and she definitely succeeded.

“Those dresses are ridiculous as fuck,” Tanner whispers. Tag laughs quietly. We all get a stern look from Herbie while I swallow another guffaw. The guy is whipped if he thinks Trudy picked those dresses out of the goodness of her heart. Surely he doesn’t think the layers and layers of grape-colored fabric actually lookgoodon either of these girls?

Two more bridesmaids enter, and they’re frightfully thin, surrounded by poofs of purple fabric. What the hell? Herbie promised us that Trudy’s friends were hot and we’d find plenty of tail at the wedding, but so far, it’s looking like a bust. These girls are so skinny they’d probably break if we tried anything fun. I’m worried they’ll pass out from hunger just walking down the aisle.

Then another bridesmaid enters the hall. My eyes glance over her at first because I’ve assumed she’s the same as the others, but then I do a double take because this woman isgorgeous. She’s wearing the same dress as the others, but that’s where the similarity ends. It doesn’t look half bad on her sexy curves, to be honest. This woman has huge boobs which are only emphasized by the ruffles, and her ass sways back and forth as she walks down the aisle. To be honest, her cleavage is so generous that it threatens to spill over the top of the neckline, and my mouth waters.

If that wasn’t enough, the woman also has the face of an angel. She’s smiling so brightly as she walks down the aisle that I can’t help but smile too. Her brown eyes are big, focusing on the pastor at the front of the church.

Tanner coughs behind me. Oh shit, he sees her too and is also turned on. I can picture him and Tag just as glued to this bridesmaid as I am, watching her hips sway side to side as she makes her way towards us.

The beautiful woman takes her spot across from me, but she avoids my eyes. Her cheeks are flushed like she’s nervous, and there are two bright spots marking her excitement. The music changes, and she, along with everyone else in the church, looks towards the doors for the bride’s entrance.

Sure enough, there’s Trudy. While the sexy bridesmaid is wearing minimal makeup, Trudy looks like she’s emulating a wannabe drag queen. She bats her huge fake eyelashes as she takes slow steps towards us.

I feel so bad for Herbie because he’s about to trap himself with this woman for the rest of his life. But my friend is actually mesmerized by her, and he’s looking at Trudy like she’s the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

Trudy finally makes it to the altar and hands the curvy, gorgeous bridesmaid her bouquet. The pastor starts the ceremony, but I’m too focused on the bridesmaid to focus. Who is this girl? How did she come to be here? Is she really friends with Trudy?

My eyes finally catch hers, and she smiles just slightly at me before returning her attention to the bride and groom. What is this woman’s name? I need to know. Her chest rises and falls with every heavy, excited breath. My groin stirs. Does she have any idea how tantalizing and tempting she is?

Because if she doesn’t, I’m going to show her. I’m not leaving this town until she does, and neither are my friends.

3

Tanner

Imake good money, but being a banker is boring.

That said, I’d rather stare at spreadsheets than listen to the pastor drone on and on. Why can’t it be like it is on TV where the bride and groom each give like a one-minute speech, and the pastor says they’re married, and then we break for commercial and beers?

“Herbie,” Trudy says, finally getting to her vows. “I’ve loved you since the moment we met …”

I tune her out. I want Herbie to be happy, and to be honest, Trudy feels like the wrong choice. But then I see the goofy grin on my friend’s face as she swears her undying love, and I question that stance. Maybe two people who seem incredibly wrong for each other can actually be right if they get lucky. Who knows?

My eyes wander across the aisle to the hot bridesmaid who waltzed in right before Trudy. Talk about saving the best for last. Trace is also staring at the curvy girl, and I can tell that Tag has his eyes on her too. We’re virile men dying for an outlet, and the answer just showed itself to us a hundred times over.

After all, I used to think that Boone, Georgia, had nothing going for it. I mean, Herbie is the mayor out here, but I’m pretty sure they have more livestock than humans. Not that that’s a bad thing because that livestock feeds us, but still. It’s just boring, and I’ve always wanted to go to the city.

So after college, I migrated to the Big Apple along with my buddies Tag and Trace. We were following jobs, as most young men do, and it’s worked out for us. Tag works in real estate and Trace is a tech guy, whereas I’m in banking. Our city friends would laugh if they saw us now, standing around in a small-town church. We took a picture earlier to send off to a group chat of guys we work with, and I bet we got a lot of hilarious responses. Our co-workers find it especially funny when we have a twinge of a Georgia accent after coming back from a trip. We try to fight it, but it never works well. You can take the man out of Georgia, but you can’t take the Georgia out of the man.

So yeah, Trace, Tag and I have been living in New York since we graduated from college over ten years ago. I don’t think we’d survive living in Georgia again. At this point, there is nothing for us in a small town, except this sexy bridesmaid. Hello beautiful!

To be honest, I was a little concerned when the first three girls walked out. Herbie swore that Trudy’s friends would be easy targets, and he’s probably right. Even now, the two in the back are trying to make eyes at us like we’re the only men in this city. I’m avoiding their flirty gazes, and I know my friends are too. We don’t want to give them the wrong idea because honestly, they don’t have a chance with me or the other guys.

After all, we’re never been into skinny girls. You know, the who look like they’ll order a salad and only eat one leaf of lettuce. I like a little something tobr grip while we’re rolling around in bed. I go to the gym six days a week to stay in shape, and with my muscular frame, I’d crush these girls in bed. They’d break in half, come to think of it, with blood and guts everywhere.

But the maid of honor is exactly what I’m in the market for. She has meat on her bones, and a generous dose of healthy curves. I doubt this bridesmaid skips any meals, and I could definitely handle her on top or on the bottom. I could sink my fingers into her hips as I plow into her …