Page 22 of Hooked On Him

“Again. This is your wedding, you weirdo,” I laugh.

“That you are right about.” She hooks her arm through mine. “Now, let's go find our men.”

I almost say Austin isn’t my man, but bite my tongue. Austin might not be my man, but to everyone here, he is. And the shitty part is, I wish he was my man in real life.

But that's not what Austin wants. He’s not looking for anything serious. That's why he suggested the friends-with-benefits arrangement. If he wanted more, he would have said so, right?

As soon as my eyes land on Austin, all the air leaves my lungs.

He really was too good-looking for his own good. He stands there talking to Roland, shirt untucked, a few of the buttons of his dress shirt undone.

Flashes of him on his knees, his pretty pouty lips wrapped around my cock as he swallowed me down earlier enters my mind, and my whole body flushes.

Roland looks our way, smiling when he sees us, Austin looks too. The smoldering eyes he sends my way have me wanting to drag him back into that closet for a repeat.

I didn’t get to return the favor after all. And trust me, I really, really, really want to. God, I want to know what that man tastes like, the look on his face when I choke on his cock as he spills down my throat.

“Hey, you,” he murmurs when we reach them, pulling me into his arms.

I go willingly because stupid me really loves being held by him.

“Hey.” I smile up at him, feeling a little flustered.

“Everything good?” He searches my eyes.

“Everything is perfect.” For now, it’s not a lie. Ask me again tomorrow, though.

“Alright, you two love birds. Let’s dance!” Megan shouts. “DJ, let’s get freaky!”

“Oh god,” I snort out a laugh.

“Come on, baby,” Austin pulls me out onto the dance floor. “Let’s get freaky.” He wiggles his brows, and I can’t help but burst out laughing.

I haven’t felt this happy in a long time. I can’t remember the last time I just let myself enjoy life and had fun.

Too bad this is all a lie, and when I wake up tomorrow, it’s going to poof, be gone.

***

It’s three in the morning by the time I enter my apartment. I go in quietly, careful not to wake up Cole, even though I want to charge in there like a bull and rip his head off for the stupid stunt he pulled.

Locking the door behind me, I place my keys on the counter and kick my shoes off. Snicklefritz comes bouncing over to me, meowing his head off as he starts to rub against me.

“Hey, little man.” I laugh, scooping him up in my arms. “I missed you too.”

He starts to purr up a storm, rubbing his head against my cheek. I pet him as I start to make my way into the apartment.

Needing a drink before I head to bed, I detour to the kitchen and nearly die of a heart attack when I see Cole sitting there like some sort of evil villain, the light on the stove casting an eerie shadow over him.

“What is with people trying to scare me to death today?”

“And how many people have done that?” he asks, raising a brow with an amused look on his face.

I flick on the lights and let Snicklefritz down before joining Cole in the kitchen.

“You would make two.”

“You're so dramatic,” he chuckles.