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“I can’t go back out there with this mess all over me.”

“Yes, you fucking can. The dress is long. It’ll be fine.”

“Easy for you to say.”

“Trust me, I’ve got a mess of pussy juices all over me. I could care less.”

“Grant!” I push him again, but it’s playful.

He leans his forehead against mine, resting. I wish we could stay here longer, but we’re at a fucking wedding.

“We better head out there. Scarlett will be pissed if we missed her perfect pictures.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He straightens like it’s hurting him. “We need to get out there.”

He lifts me off the shelf and pulls down my dress in a slow manner while he kisses down the outside of my legs. I pray my hair and lipstick don’t look a mess. He didn’t grab my hair, so I’m thinking it’s fine. We look each other over. I pulled at the base of his hair, so he’s still in tact. He tucks his shirt back in. I smooth over my dress as he adjusts the strap on my shoulder. I wipe around my lips just in case my lipstick smudged.

I hope no one can see the come dripping down my leg. Even if they do, I don’t think I really care. That was by far the hottest moment of my life. I’ve hidden away enough. I’m breaking through to a new place in life where I’m fucking amazing.

No one is stopping me now, especially not myself.

Chapter 52

Lana

Grant and I walk out of the closet, hand in hand, to find where the rest of the wedding party went. Paige notices us first and can immediately tell what just went down. She shuffles over to me with the grin of Freddy Krueger.

“I can’t believe you did that,” she whispers.

“Did what?” I avoid eye contact.

“Don’t play Little Miss Innocent with me!” she whisper-shouts. “I’m jealous. If I had found someone here who wasn’t as boring as a toadstool, I’d have beaten you to it.”

I can’t tame the laugh bursting out of me. “I’m sure you’ll find someone at the reception.”

“We can only hope.”

“Lana!” Scarlett screams. “I needed you right here,” she points to a spot on the floor, “five minutes ago.”

“Oh, right. I’m coming!” I rush over.

~

The bride and groom have been announced, performed their first dance, and we’ve eaten a catered meal, complete with servers. Everyone is dancing and mingling.

My parents wave from across the room to come over. I tell Grant, who has yet to leave my side. The only time we’ve been separated tonight has been for pictures. Even then, Grant’s eyes were on me, his hand twitching until we got near again.

He leads me through the crowd by my hand while I keep my eye on the floor to ceiling windows with a view ofthe ocean. We pass chandeliers, candles lit on dramatic candelabras, and red roses everywhere. Once we reach my parents he pulls me by his side and keeps his hand on my low back.

“Mr. and Mrs. Love.” He nods in greeting. My mom attacks him with a hug—before me!

“Hi, Dad, hi, Mom!” I go in to hug my dad, then mom. “You remember Grant, Josh’s friend?”

My mom speaks first. “Hi, Grant. Nice to see you again. It’s been so long. Lana told me you guys have been talking.”

I eye her with a warning to not say anything further than talking. She ignores it.

“You must come over for dinner. I’m sure there are so many plans to discuss. Where you’ll be living. How many guests you’d want to attend the wedding. Paul and I can’t wait for Lana to have a family.”