Page 13 of Accepted Precedent (Love & Politics #3)

Andrew

I ’ve never pictured myself getting married—even to Mickey. I love him, but settling down with one person for the rest of my life feels… stifling.

Evie has joked all week about how we’re in a marriage of convenience trope from one of her books, except temporarily marrying her is anything but convenient.

I hate that our vows will be empty promises—the only one that’s true is my love for her.

Our friendship is strong enough that I’m not worried about losing her when this is over.

Mickey, on the other hand, is falling hard and fast for my best friend.

Seeing him grow more distant each day has me questioning whether this is the best idea after all.

Evelyn invited Kristin, Ileah, and Jaclyn to the wedding, and as much as I want Mick to come, it would be too much for him.

Honestly, it would be too much for me as well.

Alex, Tim, and my brother, Richard, are coming, but with Ileah and Tim in attendance, Mick has assured me Finn won’t be here.

Considering Mick’s scowl has been making its appearance more than usual this week, the last thing we need is either of the Gallagher brothers in our wedding photos.

It’s supposed to be a celebration of love, and the growly Irishmen won’t photograph well.

With only a few friends joining us, our ceremony is taking place in a small outdoor space at a private venue in Niagara Falls, with a quiet dinner afterward—all of it professionally photographed for announcements.

Keeping a smile plastered on my face shouldn’t be too difficult; it’s no different from attending a campaign fundraiser.

Kristin managed to plan the entire wedding in less than a week. Her attention to detail is unmatched, and I’m feeling even more confident about her managing my campaign. With Evie by my side and funding from the Gallaghers, the election should be in the bag.

The guys are getting ready in their respective rooms, leaving me to get dressed alone. As I’m checking my tie in the mirror, there’s a familiar knock at the door. I rush to answer it, finding Mick bracing himself on the doorframe.

“What are you doing here?”

He doesn’t reply, pushing past me to enter. I get a whiff of whiskey as he storms in. “Two years.”

“Yeah, I know, we’ve been through this a dozen times. Once I’m settled as Senator, we’ll get divorced.” I ask again, “Why are you here?”

“Because the two people I want to be with are getting married,” he snaps.

As he takes a seat on the bed, I sit next to him, sliding my hand into his.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this vulnerable or upset before.

He’s always been so steady, so sure. “I love you. And Evie cares about you.” I squeeze tighter.

“This is all for show. And… it was also your idea,” I remind him.

He chuckles softly and brings our joined hands to his lips. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m a selfish arsehole who wants what they can’t have.”

“You have me. But you know if you want to keep Evie too, you’ll have to fight for her.”

“I’ll fight for both of you.”

I lean in and kiss him, missing his rough, commanding touch.

He grips the front of my throat, squeezing gently on the sides as he angles me right where he wants me.

In one swift motion, he pushes me onto the bed, then he falls to his knees and unzips my pants.

I prop myself onto my elbows, enjoying the sight a little too much.

As he pulls my cock out, he slides his mouth onto me.

I can’t help the groan that escapes, but then I startle at the faint click of the door unlocking.

“Hey, I need to change into my— Oh my God! ” Evelyn shields her eyes, peeking through her fingers. “Seriously? I thought we agreed: no sex.”

Mickey doesn’t stop, and while I might regret it, I can’t help pointing out, “After we’re married.”

She opens the door, leaving in a huff, but Mickey pulls off me and commands, “Get back in here, angel, and sit on his face.”

“I’m not going to sit on his face,” she grits out, closing the door and stepping back inside. “We’re two friends getting married—not lovers.”

I sit all the way up, a little hurt and offended, even if it’s true. “What? You don’t think I can get you off?”

“I don’t know,” she mumbles, lowering her gaze as she nervously fidgets with the hem of her shirt.

“Or would you rather come on Daddy’s cock one last time?” Mick suggests.

Her eyes snap up to him, wild with lust. “No.”

“No?” he laughs, slowly stroking me. “I can guarantee I’ll have you coming in under a minute, love.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Evie crosses her arms over her chest and pins him with a glare. “You’ve been an asshole to me all week. I don’t want you anywhere near my pussy.”

I shrug off my jacket and toss it aside. “Then hop on and fuck my face. Consider it an early wedding present.”

“Andy!”

“What? It’s just sex. It could be fun.”

“Fun? Do you hear yourself? We’re getting married today. Mar-ried.” She pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs. “I can’t talk to you about this while your cock is out.”

“You’ve seen me naked a million times.”

“Not after you asked me to take your tongue for a joyride!” she groans, and I let out a full laugh. “This isn’t funny.”

“This may be the last time I touch either of you for a very long time,” Mick growls, his commanding tone making my cock twitch in his hand. “If you won’t fuck his face, then let me watch you touch yourself while I take care of your soon-to-be husband.”

“No. Andrew and I made a promise that we aren’t going to sleep with anyone until we get divorced. Just because he broke that promise doesn’t mean I get to.”

Mick stands and stalks toward her. She holds her ground, and as he reaches her, he bends and lifts her over his shoulder, then tosses her on the bed.

“You’re going to be a good fucking girl for Daddy and let me see you come one last time before you walk down the aisle.

You pick how, but I want that pretty pussy fucking glistening—either from his mouth or my cock. ”

“Hey,” I say softly, turning her chin to face me. “Let me make you feel good. Say ‘Brussel sprout’ and I stop.”

“Are you sure about this? It seems like a really stupid idea. What if you, I don’t know, catch feelings?”

“He probably will,” Mick insists.

“I won’t, but he might.”

She contemplates it for a moment, then unbuttons her jeans. “Okay. Just this once. Then we go back to normal and never speak of it again.”

There’s nothing normal about any of this, but I agree with a nod. My hope is this little bonding exercise will help us be more comfortable with each other when we’re in public. After today, my cock is staying in my pants, and there is no vibrator I could buy her that would match sleeping with Mick.

Two years. We can handle two years.