Page 95 of The Best Man's Secret

“Hey.” He placed his hands on either side of my face. “I’m here, and we’ve made enough memories together to make up for the ones I’ve lost.”

“I love you so fucking much, Emery.”

“I love you too, Lex,” he said after a moment, pulling back with a smile that promised forever. “Come on, let’s get you buttoned up. Adam and River are counting on us to be ready.” He stood, taking me with him.

“Says he who is practically naked.”

He struck a pose with his hands on his hips and stuck his tongue out.

“Hey, do you think they’ll resist not seeing each other before the ceremony?” Emery asked, his voice dancing with mischief as he leaned against the hotel room’s dresser.

“I wouldn’t.”

“Is that so?” His laugh was a low rumble, sending a shiver of desire down my spine.

“That is so. And I wouldn’t even break the rules.”

“How?”

I winked. “I have my ways.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t let you in my suite. I’m a nice boy who follows the rules, you know?” he said.

It wasn’t a lie, and I loved when he did all the right things, like driving his teacher colleague to an out-of-state conference just because she was scared of flying. I also fucking loved it when he broke the rules.

I crouched by my suitcase and searched for the tie I’d worn to the rehearsal dinner. “You’d beg me to break the rules, baby.”

“Prove it.”

I approached him, the silk tie sliding through my fingers like a promise. “Close your eyes,” I instructed, my heart racing with every step.

He complied, and I blindfolded him with care, ensuring the fabric hugged his head just right, leaving him in darkness. His breath hitched, and the air between us became charged with an electric current.

“Lex…” Emery’s voice was a blend of excitement and vulnerability.

“Shh,” I whispered, tracing my fingers along his jawline before sinking to my knees. The scent of his body wash mingled with his arousal, intoxicating me further as I pulled his boxer shorts down to his knees and took him into my mouth.

The fact he was fully naked while I was already dressed—cufflinks and all—made it all the more electric between us.

“Ngh…” Emery’s hands found my hair, his grip tight yet reverent. The sound of his restrained moans was sweeter than a song. “Oh fuck, Lex.”

I pulled off him with a pop. “How can I be Lex? You can't see your groom before the ceremony, remember?”

He gasped as I resumed my worship of his cock, taking him down all the way until my mouth was full and he touched the back of my throat.

I massaged the inside of his legs with one hand while the other tugged his balls gently. He’d spill into my mouth in no time because I knew Emery’s body better than my own.

As soon as I teased a single finger around his rim, I felt the tell-tale shakes of his impending orgasm.

“Lex, I—” His words broke off in a gasp as I brought him to the brink, his body tensing, seeking release.

When he finally came, it was with my name on his lips, a declaration that echoed in the stillness of the room as I drank every single drop of his essence.

I carefully undid the blindfold, revealing his flushed cheeks and the raw adoration in his eyes.

Without a word, he switched places with me, his mouth on mine, claiming me with a hunger that matched mine. As Emery returned the favor, my world narrowed to the sensation of him, the heat, and the pleasure only he could bring to me.

After I came, releasing his name with a hoarse cry, we stood holding each other, marveling over the connection we had.