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Total bullshit. I have no idea what I’m yapping about. All I know is they’re looking away from Carter’s hand on my back.
“My goodness, thanks for telling me. I’ll have to mention it to my granddaughter.” Natalie, the other one, scours through her purse. “She’s getting married next year, and they’re aiming for a winter wedding.”
Hook, line, and motherfucking sinker.
“Better get on it, then.” I stick to the white lie.
Carter’s whisper of, “Bad girl,” has my heart beating wildly.
Then I catch a glimpse of something rare and beautiful. Killian’s smiling. It’s blinding, like watching a lunar eclipse. Dark and wonderful.
Another second of that, and I’ll dissolve into nothing.
I spin to Carter, my other handsome, amused partner. “About your earlier comment, Mr. Steele.”
His gray eyes glint in a challenge as we pass through the doors.
“You’re anything but decent.” My words aren’t an insult. They’re meant to be a compliment. Still, I add in case he misunderstood me, “It’s one of the things I like the most about you.”
“Beautiful, bad girl,” Carter says, taking a step to the right.
The lack of his heat on my back is painful. But I understand. More people appear in front of us. Some I recognize, some I don’t. Doesn’t matter. We have company. Lots.
“Amara, the flowers turned out lovely.” Killian flanks me from my other side. His stern tone comforts me.
His lips are pressed tight, his eyes apologetic. Then he’s looking down at my cleavage, and they heat up. I bet he’s seeing his cock there. Pounding into me. Coming on my throat.
“Mr. Murdock.” My wide smile somehow complements his ever-serious scowl. “My pleasure. Opal did most of the work, I just spread them around here.”
“That again?” Carter teases me, his voice low. “Maybe we should’ve invited Opal instead.”
“No.” My nostrils flare.
“Maybe next time.”
His playfulness sparks a fire inside me. I want to tear his tux off, climb him, and bite every single inch of his body.
Later.
The black seats on either side of the aisles begin filling up. The lights begin to dim. The ceremony will start any moment now.
Carter’s gaze dares me to be naughty.
Straightening my spine, I turn as if I’m about to leave to take a seat with the rest of the guests.
Right before I disappear into the crowd, I whisper to Carter, “You invite Opal instead of me, and I’m hiding your lube.”
I stride off, not sparing him a glance. I don’t get to watch the effect it had on him.
Don’t need it. I have Killian’s surprised cough to tell me I nailed it.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Amara
Never, in a million years, would I have believed I’d cry at a wedding. Luna and Julien have officially broken me.
From the song choice for her walk down the aisle—an acoustic version of Foo Fighters’ “Generator”—to the vows they exchanged and how she ended hers by saying, “I’d chop your balls off if you ever cheat on me.”
