Page 123 of The Dance

“Do you still love me?” He brushed the tear off my cheek, but more fell.

“Yes,” I whispered.

His mouth crashed against mine, and when his tongue slid between my lips, I let him. So lost in the moment, I forgot about the party, my mom and Eddie’s dad, and Blake and the fact we were getting married. I forgot about everything.

In the heat of the moment, Eddie lifted my tank top, throwing it onto the floor. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him to me, his hips going between mine.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he said against my lips.

I wanted to tell him I’d missed him too, but I couldn’t find the words. Instead, I reached for the button of his shorts, and he took the hint.

We hurried, both of us removing our shorts and underwear. Once we were bottomless, Eddie stepped between my legs again, and I leaned back, angling my hips for him to enter me.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned.

“Just fuck me.”

And he did. My little desk rocked against the wall as he pounded into me. Our mouths licked and devoured each other, and within minutes, we were both coming. As he slid out of me, his cum dripped from between my legs.

“Shit. You didn’t use a condom.”

* * *

One Month Later– Blake and Stacey’s Wedding Day

The last monthhad been a whirlwind. Molly threw me a bachelorette party the weekend after the 4thof July party, where my mother confessed that she and Ian had been together a few months but didn’t want to tell me because I was already stressed with planning my wedding. Eddie and I went our separate ways after what happened on my childhood desk, and every day I felt as though I was walking on eggshells around Blake. There was no way for me to tell him what had happened with Eddie, and Blake would never find out.

Maybe it was karma because the morning I woke on my wedding day, I had a migraine from hell. No amount of painkillers made it go away, either.

“You need to eat something,” Molly said, shoving a club sandwich in my face.

I gagged. “I can’t eat. I’m too stressed.”

“Or pregnant.” She chuckled.

My eyes widened as I realized I’d calculated my cycle and knew I was going to be on my period on my wedding night, but I wasn’t.

Molly stopped chewing. “Are you?”

I broke out in a sweat, nausea coursing through me at the speed of light. I wasn’t pregnant. I was stressed. Planning a wedding in a few months was stressful. There was the dress, the venue, invitations, flowers, the caterer, the DJ, every fucking thing in such a short amount of time. But even when I was in college or on tour with Maze and under the most stress of my life, I still had my period.

“I …” I whispered, thinking about the only time someone came inside of me. “I … think so.”

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Blake

“I can’t believeBlake Montgomery is getting married!” Jason boomed as he entered the groom’s suite, where my groomsmen and I were getting ready. I’d asked my brother to be my best man, and Jimmy, Dylan, and Adam were my groomsmen.

“Is it snowing in August?” Brandon asked, smirking as he looked out the window.

“Okay, you both can fuck off.”

“We’re just fucking with you,” Jason said. “You’re going to love married life.”

I smiled and straightened the bowtie of my black tux as I thought about all the things I wanted to do with Stacey once we were married. It wouldn’t be anything different from what we did now since we lived together, but I was looking forward to going bareback and practicing for babies.

And my mother was dying for another grandchild.

Little did she know, Spencer was pregnant again. My brother hadn’t told her because they didn’t want to take the attention away from me and my wedding, but Mom was about to have her hands full because Spencer was having twins.

A knock rapped on the door, and Brandon opened it. Speaking of the devil herself, Spencer stood in the entry. She gave me a sad smile, and I balked slightly. She whispered something to Brandon, and he hung his head for a moment before turning toward me.

“What?” I asked my brother.

“Stacey isn’t coming.”

The End … for now.