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God, why is it so hot?
Swallowing down at the lump threatening to build in my throat, I catch sight of my girl rushing across the dance floor. She’s got a trail of shimmering purple material following close behind her tight ass I know I left handprints on this morning.
Because what sane man can turn down the request of ‘spank me while I ride your cock’?
Not I, that’s who.
Then I see the one who’s got me twisted and shuffling from foot to foot. The one I need to speak to before we leave here tonight.
Jaxon Jones.
Being at weddings is a thing, right? It gets people all lovey and open and soft, right?
Including me, because,damn,was I proud to finally see Rex and Aria at the altar together, with my girl as the fucking minister that bound them. Hence the paperwork I’m holding on to.
Just in case.
But right now, I’m biding my time, hoping that Jax gets enough alcohol in his system that this will either go smooth as silk, or complete meltdown that ruins Rex’s wedding.
I do notwant to see Aria if that happens.
So we’re not hoping for the latter.
While also simultaneously avoiding an astute Cedar so that she doesn’t figure it out before I can ask her. She’s been paying too much attention to the little shit, which really isn’t her paying attention to shit but more of me not knowing how the hell to hide shit from her all that well.
Maybe if I fuck her brains out first … then she won’t notice.
Kicking off from the wall I’ve been propped against watching the reception go on around me, I stalk in the direction Cedar disappeared to in hopes of catching her.
Who knew that the minister and maid of honor would be so fucking busy?
And why the fuck is the co-maid of honor not helping since she didn’t bring a date?
I round the corner that leads into the hallway and get my answer as to why little miss Aurora is notably absent from her MOH duties.
That girl, I swear.
With a shake to my head and an averting of my eyes, I slink past the bride’s little sister and follow the trail of purple fabric I want.
“Sweetness,” I growl when I finally catch Cedar’s wrist and spin her to me, making her release a little gasp that makes my cock jump when she crashes into my chest.
Yes.
“Oh, hey, hotshot.” Cedar’s chest pumps with her labored breath, successfully drawing my eyes to the way her tits nearly spill out of the top of the glittering fabric, her hand landing on my pec, her earthy scent filling my nose. “I was just—Jesus.” She heaves in a deep breath and jabs a thumb over her shoulder.
“Just gonna … suck my cock in the broom closet?Sure thing.” With my lips tipped up in a smirk, I trail a hot glance up the sides of her exposed neck to her parted pouty lips up to her darkened gaze. She’s got all kinds of makeup around her eyes, some kind of smokey shit that makes the blue look electric and normally I wouldn’t give a fuck about it, but that coupled with the way she’s eating me alive with just a look?
Fuck, it’ll definitely do.
Leaning in close enough that I feel the heat rising off of her dewy skin, but not close enough to touch except for the fingers still wrapped around her wrist, I dart my tongue out and trace it around the shell of her ear. Cedar shivers so hard that she’s pressing into me and biting her lip to stifle a noise.
That won’tdo.
“C’mon.” I hear the huskiness in my own voice and plaster my body to hers, pinning her against the wall. “Someone’s gotta christen the party.”
A weak snigger rolls up her throat, her hands latching onto my shoulders, her nails digging in just the way I like. “Bathroom, just down the hall.”
I lean back just enough to catch her head tilt in the direction and we’re off on a jog, Cedar’s giggles echoing off the walls with her hand clasped tightly in mine.
