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I watch while Mia and Zander float among their guests, smiling at each other and looking more in love than I’ve ever seen. I’m glad my gut was right about those two and that Zander was able to pull his head out from his ass. He leans in to whisper something in her ear and I feel like they’re trying to get out of here as fast as they can. I giggle at the thought.
“I’m glad they worked out,” Spyder says, suddenly standing right next to me. His brow rises conspiratorial when he sees the drink in my hand.
“This is a judgment free zone. You’re my friend so don’t even think of ratting me out.”
He laughs, his head tipping back. “I would never rat out my little heart.”
I roll my eyes at his nickname and also hit him with my elbow in the ribs. “Liar. You are usually the first one to take my drinks away.”
“That's when we’re at band parties. I don’t trust any of them with you or Mia. Or Jade, but she always had Onyx around.” He shrugs.
“Sure.” I pretend to agree with him and tip more of my drink back. Right as he whistles under his breath.
“And now I don’t have to be so worried about you anymore either Heart. It looks like you have your own protector and he’s coming this way.” Spyder grabs his beer and hustles away, leaving me floundering.
I know exactly who he is referring too. I saw him slip in the back row of chairs during the ceremony, looking absolutely devastating in his all-black suit and button-down shirt. He unbuttoned the first three buttons leaving his neck bare. My attempts to dodge him all night have not gone unnoticed by him, judging by the way he’s staring at me now, as if daring me to try and hide. I set the champagne flute down and run my hands over the silky, lilac colored material of my bridesmaid’s dress.
“Ezra,” I greet him once he’s standing in front of me, blocking my view from the rest of the crowd.
His dark brow lifts, surprised at my friendly greeting for once. “Ocean.”
“Lovely wedding, isn’t it?” I ask, keeping a smile on my face and faking niceties. My insides are rattled. Ever since I heard from Theo and Beth about what he did for them, I’ve been even more torn than before. Part of me wants to give into what he’s offering, while the other is fiercely guarding what is left of my heart.
His head tilts as if considering my words. He takes a sip of his drink before saying, “Our wedding will be lovelier.”
I gape at him, my mouth opening and closing. I’m caught off guard, but his words make my heart race and butterflies swoop in my stomach. “You can’t say things like that to me.”
He shrugs. “Why can’t I? I love you. I know you love me too, but your heart is broken right now. I’ll show you that you can trust me again, that all I do is for you and all I ever will do is try and make your life everything you want. In return, I’ll put a ring on your finger and eventually fuck my baby into you.”
My cheeks are scorched red and I feel light-headed from his words. Ezra had never even mentioned being fond of me, now he’s declaring his love and talking about marriage and babies. As if it's casual conversation and not a drastic change in lifestyle.
“You’ve never said things like this to me before,” I murmur and glance around the party to make sure no one heard him.
Ezra steps closer to me, his hands circling my waist and pulling my body into his, gently, as if asking permission. His pale green eyes flare with triumph when I easily rest against him. “You are all that has occupied my thoughts since you were fifteen years old. I barely understood it, and there was no fucking way I would hurt you or act on it. When you kissed me in that hotel room, it changed everything. I realized you wanted me too. I haven’t so much as thought of another woman besides you since then. I’ve been waiting for you and doing everything in my power to give you what you deserve. I love you, Ocean. I want you. I need you.”
The whimper that escapes my lips at his words is all he seems to need, before grasping my hand in his and leading us out of the tent. No one stops us as we pass; they all seem to be enjoying their drinks and talking about the happy couple. No one can tell that my heart is thundering in my chest, my breaths are becoming quick little pants and wetness is pooling in my core. Something about his unyielding devotion to me and the dirty words coming out of his mouth have my head spinning. I need him to do something, to touch me, to ease this ache he’s creating.
We walk quickly up the path and into the mansion of a house that I now know was Mia’s grandfather’s home before his death. I try not to think about it though while Ezra searches for the first door that will open, a small and bare sitting room. He closes the sliding door behind us and that’s when I realize that we’re alone, pressed together, and my body is tingling all over in anticipation.
“Ezra,” I say his name and notice how breathy and strained my voice sounds. I want this, to be with him this intimately. The one thing that was denied me years ago.
“I want to kiss you, Ocean. If you aren’t ready, I’ll keep waiting. I’ll wait for you forever if that’s what it takes.”
I shake my head no, my eyes dropping from his eyes to his lips and to his mouth again. I can feel my body straining to be near him as if it’s known all along it belongs in his hands. Ezra needs to make the first move though. I need him to take the choice from me.
His hand slides through my hair, gripping hard enough that my head tilts back but not so much that it hurts. My lips are offered up to him, his eyes zeroing in on them, his pupils bleeding out.
“You look fucking beautiful tonight. All I could think about since I got here was touching you, kissing you. I need to kiss you, princess. I need to make you come on my tongue, on my fingers, on my cock. Say you want this too.” His lips whisper over mine with every word. My thighs shake and my hands grip his shoulders.
“Yes.”
His mouth slants over mine in a powerful kiss. I grip that fabric of his coat tighter, moaning in response to the way his lips feel on mine. His other arm wraps around my waist, pulling my body flush against his. The feeling leaves me gasping, my mouth opening in surprise, which he takes advantage of. Ezra’s tongue parts my lips and dips inside, plundering and tasting. He pulls away and our eyes meet for a heartbeat before he uses his fingers to angle my head for another searing kiss. This time, it’s deeper, and he groans before shoving my body back into the wall. My arms wrap around his neck, while his hands slide over my hips, up the sides of my waist and across my chest before his hands cup my breasts, squeezing them in his large hands. The heat of his skin against the silk of my dress makes my nipples pebble even harder.
I break away from his kiss, moaning his name. He chuckles and the sound is dark and full of sinful promise.
“I love you, princess.” He presses his forehead to mine, and I feel his hand start to slide the skirt of my dress higher, the material fluttering against my skin. “Rub your pretty thighs together. Tell me how wet you are for me.”
I groan in response to his command, my hips pushing out from the wall, angling toward his hand. He hands me the material of the long skirt and I clasp it, eagerly holding it up for him. His fingers hook on the material of my thong and slide it down until he’s kneeling at my feet. He gently touches my ankle and lifts, so my heeled foot rests on his thigh, opening my hips wider. His eyes flare with victory, and he grips my thighs with his hands, holding me in place.
