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“You’re kidding, right?”

I nodded my head. “I’m not wasting another second on my past when my future is my Mr. July.”

“I can’t wait to meet him.”

“He said he can’t wait to meet the women who left candy cocks all over his house.”

“Is he still mad?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, once he gets some of your honeypot….”

I blushed a shade darker than the roses sitting in a cut crystal vase. “I’m nervous. When we touch it feels like threads of fire. It was never like that with anyone else.”

“Girlfriend, that’s how I ended up pregnant after dating my man for three months.”

“I have my fur babies and that’s enough for now.”

“Try on your bridesmaid dress.”

I held up the pale lavender silk to my body. It was the perfect contrast to my dark tan. “Your man is going to be knocked for six when he sees how beautiful you are going to look.”

“I hope so.” In my mind, I was counting down the hours until Chase arrived.

The next day my hands shook as I read his text:

Chase:I’m on my way. #Date number 5

I wasn’t sure what to say. We both knew where tonight would end. I’ve never had pre-planned sex before. But I didn’t want to wait either. I went with humor.

Me:If you snore or hog the blankets, it’s over.

Chase:You think we’re going to sleep?

Chase:Get your mind out of the gutter. We’re dancing all night. I can really cut a rug.

Me: Great. I have two left feet.

Chase: Not in my arms. Baby’s gonna fly.

Twenty-Seven

I held her in my arms as we swayed to the notes of a love song floating around us. I’d never much cared for weddings or thought them romantic. But tonight the fireflies were out. The stars twinkled overhead. The venue was a mid-summer night in all its beauty while I held the most beautiful creation of all.

I dipped my head; the silky strands of her hair tickled my nose. She smelled of honeysuckle and roses. The silky gown she wore clung to her curves, her toned, golden skin shone. Sighing, I let one hand fall to caress the skin in the center of her back. I drew lazy circles with my fingertips, groaned when I felt her hardened nipples press against my chest.

The vein in my cheek ticked as I tried to keep my passion reigned in. We couldn’t leave until after the bride and groom did. So, we kept on dancing. I hissed through my teeth as she stumbled. The heel of her pumps caught in the hemline of her dress. The motion making her warm body collide with the part of mine aching for her.

“I don’t think anyone would notice if we slipped upstairs.”

My heart skipped two beats as her head slipped back from mine. The golden streaked strands of her hair caught the light from string lights hanging above our heads. My answer was a kiss. Soft at first. Sweet. Romantic. The way a man kisses his girl to tell her what’s about to happen means more than just sex. A joining of hearts. Of souls. That’s what I had in mind, after I made her scream my name erasing every touch of anyone but me.

She slipped her hand in mine, as we weaved our way around other couples. We stopped by our table where she picked up her bag and I my suit coat. The wedding took place at an old planation outside of Charlestown. Ryan had a room overlooking a side garden. The keycard slipped from her nervous fingers. It was then I noticed her shaking hands matched mine.

Hunter would laugh his ass of if he saw me sweating like this. We both paused as we entered her room. Someone had surprised us. White candles were lit. Rose petals covered the bed. A bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket. “Did they confuse your room with the bride and groom’s?”

Ryan picked up a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, edible body cream and a bag of gummies that were familiar. “Nope. I know exactly who did this. The card is addressed to you.” I took the white envelope from her hand. On it in loopy cursive was my name: