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  And yet, I keep looking at him. My eyes slide over his perfect jawline and linger at those kissable lips. I bite my own, raking my teeth over it as I remember every single sordid, toe-curling, panty-melting detail of last night. The way he danced, the way he growled in my ear. The way he touched me and kissed me. The way he pulled my clothes off and ran his mouth over every inch of my body.

  The way my legs wrapped around him, and the way I eagerly let him slide that huge cock inside of me, making me moan over and over until I came all over him.

  I blush, feeling my panties growing wetter and my nipples hardening under my dress. I squeeze my thighs together, my eyes dropping down to the front of Javier’s dress pants, imagining the big dick I know lies underneath—

  “Hello! Earth to maid of honor!” The photographer barks. Javier’s eyes snap to mine, and he grins as he realizes I was staring at him.

  My face burns fiercely, and I quickly turn back to glare at the photographer before anyone else realizes where I was staring. She clicks a few more shots and has us all reshuffle around a few more times before she nods.

  “Right, I think that’s all the group shots. I already got the lovely couple, and I’ll get some more of the extended family up at cocktail hour.” She smiles as her eyes land on me. “You know what would be sweet? A few with you and your dad.”

  I smile, and my dad turns to grin at me. “Perfect. Yeah let’s get some of those.”

  Kendall lingers, but everyone else starts to disperse. The photographer clears her throat though.

  “Wait, best man. Stick around. After these two, I’ll get some of you and the maid of honor here.”

  I frown. “Oh, I don’t think that’s—”

  “Oh, that’ll be adorable, Amy!” Kendall beams. “Besides, you two look cute together.”

  I blush furiously, and Javier quickly looks at his phone like it’s a pressing matter. My dad growls.

  “Agree to disagree,” he grumbles.

  Kendall laughs and kisses his cheek before she steps away. The photographer puts me next to my dad and starts snapping away, and a few minutes later, she beams. “Wow, I got some really nice ones.”

  “We’re all good?” Dad says pleadingly. I look at Kendall and snort, both of us knowing he’s definitely thinking about the cocktail hour reception currently going on before dinner and dancing.

  “All good, sir!” the photographer smiles. “But, yeah, you,” she points at me. “And you,” she nods at Javier. “Let’s get a few with the two of you, okay?”

  Dad smiles and gives me a hug before turning and slapping Javier on the shoulder. “I’ll have a single malt with your name on it waiting for you, man.”

  Javier smiles weakly, his eyes sliding over to me as his jaw tightens. Dad and Kendall head off to the reception, and then it’s just he and I and the photographer.

  “Right, how about you stand in front of him… perfect, like that. Now, Javier is it? Wonderful. Arms around her please? No, touching her.” She sighs. “No, right on her hips. Perfect, just like that!”

  I shiver as Javier’s hands settle on my waist and slide down to rest on my hips. His grip is firm, and instantly, all I can think about is this morning, where he grabbed me like this and fucking me so hard and deep against the vanity with that perfect cock. I bite my lip, feeling the flush tease through me and squeezing my thighs again at the heat that pools between them.

  “We still need to talk,” he growls into my ear.

  “I don’t see what about.”

  A growl rumbles in his throat.

  “You know what about.”

  “No idea what you’re talking about,” I throw back. “Now smile for the camera.”

  “Were you bullshitting me earlier?”

  “Okay, let’s get some smiles going, you two!” the photographer’s bubbly voice shakes me away from Javier, and I smile widely, only to feel his hands tighten on my waist.

  “About?” I hiss

  “You know what I’m fucking talking about, Amy,” he growls quietly. “Were you seriously a…”

  I swallow thickly, feeling a heat building at my ear where his lips are hovering, and another on my hips, under his touch.

  “Were you actually a virgin?”

  “Smile, guys! Best man! Hello! It’s a wedding, not a funeral!”

  Javier swears under his breath, but then he must be smiling because the photographer beams and starts clicking away.”

  “Does it matter?” I hiss back. “I’m a big girl, I can make my own decisions—”

  “Yes or fucking no, Amy,” he grunts. “And yes, it fucking matters.”

  “Why?” I shrug, shivering against him. “I mean you got laid. Do guys even care about more than that?”

  “I care about more than that, yeah,” he mutters. "So answer the goddamn—”

  “Yes,” I hiss. “Okay? Fine, yes. Happy now?”

  He growls.

  “Oh what. I’m pretty sure you had a halfway decent time. Both times,” I mutter.

  “It’s not that.”

  “Then what the heck are you pissed ab—”

  “Because if I’d known, I wouldn’t have.”

  I frown and whip my head around. “Excuse me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

  “I’m over hee-reee, guys!”

  The photographer’s annoyingly sing-song voice has me growling as I turn back to flash her a thin smile.

  “It means, your first time should have been with—”

  “My first time should be with whoever I fucking choose, whenever I fucking choose, actually,” I toss over my shoulder. “This isn’t the fifties or King Arthur’s time or whatever. I’m not some fucking damsel.”

  “I was going to say, your first time should have been with anyone but me.”

  I frown. “Why?”

  “It just should have been, trust me,” he growls. “And I’m sorry.”

  “For?”

  “I’d have gone slower, if… you know.”

  “If you’d known I was a virgin,” I whisper, turning to glance at him.

  He nods, and goddamnit, those eyes of his catch mine, and I swallow thickly as heat pools between my legs.

  “If you’d known that no other man has ever touched me? That yours was the very first…” I bite my lip flirtatiously. Teasing him is fun.

  “Cock I’ve ever had?”

  Javier’s eyes spark with fire, and I flush as I quickly turn back to the camera.

  “You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl,” he growls.

  I gasp, and shiver, but I cover it with a shrug. “Whatever you say.”

  His hand tightens hard on my hip, and I gasp as he chuckles darkly.

  “I know what you’re doing, and it’s not working.”

  “And what am I trying to—”

  “I don’t fluster, little girl,” he growls. “But I’m pretty fucking sure you do.”

  “I do not—”

  “So how was it?” he purrs. “How was taking the first big, thick cock in your tight, sweet little virgin pussy, hmm? How was coming all over my fucking tongue for the first time, and then again all over my fat cock?”

  My face goes positively crimson, and I gasp, panting as I tremble under his touch. My nipples harden, and my panties are freaking soaked in seconds. Javier chuckles.

  “Yeah, thought so.”

  “You ass—”

  “Okay, Amy hon, you’re a little too far in front,” the photographer whines. “It looks like you’re at a junior high dance trying not to touch.”

  I blush, nodding.

  “Yeah, just shuffle back a little… yep, just like that.”

  I move back against him, and gasp quietly as my back presses to his firm chest. My ass settles back against him, and suddenly, my eyes go wide.

  Oh fuck.

  Javier is very, very hard, his cock throbbing and pulsing right against my ass. I swallow, heat blooming in my face and absolutely melting my panties. The camera clicks, and I gl
ance back at him.

  “Oh my God,” I hiss quietly as the photographer takes a second to adjust the settings on her camera. “Are you seriously hard right now?”

  “Yes,” he growls right into my ear, making me gasp. He grips my hips harder, and I bite back a moan as he presses his thick erection into me.

  “Because this seems to be the second time we’ve found ourselves in this position today,” he growls into my ear. “And the first time left a bit of an impression.”

  I blush fiercely and smile just as the photographer begins to snap away, blissfully unaware that the best man’s huge cock is rock-hard and throbbing right against the maid of honor’s ass. She takes shot after shot, and I literally have to swallow the moan as Javier grinds against me, making me so fucking wet I’m sure it’s going to drip down my freaking legs.

  Finally, mercifully, she’s done snapping pictures.

  “I think that’s it! You know, your friend was right,” she grins, winking at me. “You too look cute together.”

  “She’s eighteen,” Javier grunts.

  “He’s thirty-five,” I spit at the exact same time.

  The photographer laughs and rolls her eyes. “Well, the pictures look great. I’ll see you up at the reception!”

  She waltzes off, and I quickly turn, backing away from him.

  “You did that on purpose.”

  He frowns. “Did what?”

  “Get… you know,” I blush, and Javier laughs.

  “I got hard on purpose? That what you’re saying?”

  “Yes!” I hiss, my cheeks burning.

  He sighs. “Not that I can’t if I want to, but that wasn’t me.” His eyes sweep over me, and I shiver. “That was all you, beautiful.”

  I swallow, heat burning through me as my eyes lock onto his.

  “Well, don’t let it happen again.”

  “No promises,” he growls.

  “Make an effort.”

  “Don’t press that ass against me after you’ve been eye-fucking me then,” he mutters.

  “Pardon me?”

  He growls, and before I know it, his hands are on my waist, pulling me right into him. He’s not grabbing me that hard, and I could totally shrug away from him if I wanted.

  …And yet, I’m not.

  I let him pull me right into him, my breath catching as I fall into his chest and look up into those dark, smoky eyes.

  “Let’s get one thing straight,” he growls, his eyes flashing heat. “I didn’t know who you were last night. And I didn’t know this morning, got it?”

  I nod, swallowing the heat from my face.

  “But if I had?” he purrs lowly, leaning closer and closer until his lips brush my ear, making me gasp.

  “I would have done it anyways,” he growls, and I whimper. My whole body is on fire, and my pussy is so wet and achingly needy that I’m all but grinding against him. I pant heavily, our lips inches apart.

  And then, I feel it—his thick, rock-hard cock throbbing like iron against my stomach. My pulse skips, and I think I actually do moan a little.

  “You…” I swallow. “You’re doing it again,” I whisper.

  “No, you’re doing it again, angel.”

  “Stop getting hard,” I whimper.

  “I told you, stop making me so fucking hard,” he growls.

  Our eyes lock, my bottom lip trembles, and suddenly, we’re crashing together. I moan hungrily as he kisses me, opening my mouth so willingly for him as his tongue slides over mine. His big hands grab me tightly, keeping me firm against his hard, gorgeous body as I melt against him. He growls into my mouth and swallows my moans, and my entire world is spinning when he finally slowly pulls away.

  “We can’t do this, Amy,” he growls. “And that was the last time.”

  He steps away from me, panting heavily, his shoulders heaving. His eyes burn fiercely into mine before he drags them away, whirls, and storms off, leaving me panting, soaking wet, and aching for more.

  Chapter 6

  Javier

  “The fuck, man?”

  I about shit myself, chocking on my beer at the sound of Marshall’s voice and his strong hand clamping down on my shoulder. My face pales as I turn to look into my friend’s hardened eyes, and I swear to God, my life flashes before my eyes for a second.

  Fuck it, this had to happen sooner or later. The best thing I can do is be honest, man up, and take whatever heat comes my—

  “Is that seriously a beer you’re drinking?”

  Marshall grins, shaking his head.

  Jesus fucking shit.

  The breath leaves my lungs, and my shoulders sag a little as I try and brush away the momentary glimpse of imminent death.

  “I mean what happened to Mr. Keto-diet, no carbs, ‘gotta trim the fat, Marshall’, hmm?” my friend jokes, patting my shoulder again.

  I roll my eyes. Yeah, okay, I’ve been on a bit of a “get in shape” kick recently. Well, more like get in better shape, I guess. To be fair, and at the risk of sounding like a douche, I’m in impeccable shape on my off days. The Marines beat that discipline into me, before I got into business school, and before finance, and before La Société Rouge and getting to know Marshall. Recently though, I’ve been pushing myself to get lean and mean, and part of that was giving my buddy a hard time, usually about being an “old guy”.

  “What, I thought you were going to have a single malt ready for me?” I shrug, grinning back. “Had to make do until you could scrounge the funds together to buy a round.”

  Marshall chuckles, and fuck, all it does is make me feel like more of a shithead for what happened with Amy last night. And this morning. And fifteen minutes ago. I take a quick slug of beer to cover the guilt on my face.

  The easy balm for my guilt would be to just tell myself that of course I didn’t know who she was. And, yeah, I didn’t—fucking of course I didn’t. But then, that just brings up the obvious follow-up question: would it have changed anything if I had? If I had known who that girl was, with her arms around me, her body pressed to mine, her moans gasping in my ears and her tongue wet on mine, would I have walked away?

  The fucked-up truth is, I’m not actually sure.

  “So, how’s it feel to be off the market?”

  Marshall rolls his eyes. “I haven’t been ‘on the market’ in a lifetime, man. But how’s it feel to be with her?” He grins and nods past me, his whole damn face lighting up. I turn and smile, seeing Kendall on the dancefloor dancing with some friends.

  Marshall sighs slowly. “Well it feels like I just won the whole world.”

  I smile and clap him on the shoulder. “Proud of you, buddy. She’s amazing, and you’re a lucky man.”

  “I know.” He grins. “So what’s going on with your dance card these days.”

  I just shrug and take a drink.

  “C’mon, I know that look, especially since you ‘went out’ last night.”

  “It was just for a drink at one of those beach-side spots, that’s all,” I shrug again. “Caught some Sports Center highlights, had a few.”

  “Lotta pretty girls at those beach-side spots,” Marshall says, eying me. “And I bet any one of them would do a great job of getting your mind off Jackie.”

  A frown darkens my brow, and Marshall makes a face.

  “Shit, sorry man. Look, I know that was a rough one. Just trying to help.”

  “I know,” I smile. “And thanks man.”

  Jackie. Fuck. What can you even say about the last woman I made the mistake of letting inside my world? Jackie was too good to be true, I guess. Too nice, too sweet, too into my exact interests, too already had her own money, too willing to do anything to make me happy. Except, it was all bullshit. The only thing Jackie was actually “too” good at was lying out of her ass.

  She didn’t come from money, like she’d told me. And who the fuck cares, except in the end, that’s what she was after: money. She saw a young, up-and-coming guy like me, and she made me an easy target. The woman
must have stalked me for months before I ever met her, too. She knew every one of my quirks. All of my favorite teams were hers. Date one, and she goes and orders a rare highland single malt that maybe two bars in the whole fucking city have, one that also happens to be my favorite.

  She knew everything about me, and it would come out in these mind-blowing ways that let me to believe she was just that perfect person for me. But in the end, it was all about the money. I came home one day from work to find Jackie freaking out in my living room, covered in blood, and screaming at me to stay away from her and to please not hit her again, all while on the phone with the 911 operator.

  Yeah.

  I knew in one second I’d been fucked. So I called my lawyer, hung up, and just sat on the floor in my front entryway until the cops showed up. Luckily, I happen to work for one of the most powerful, richest guys in the city, and a friend like that pulls some serious damn strings. It didn’t take long for Jackie’s whole story to fall apart, and her plan to press charges on me for “abusing her” and walk away with a fat wad of cash fell through.

  Bitch.

  She’s tried to pull some shit with me a few times since, but mostly, I’ve got her well away from my life. Needless to say though, it’s left me a little fucked up.

  “So, you gonna tell me the truth about last night or what?”

  Fuck no.

  But I just smile at Marshall. “Sports Center and some drinks, that’s all.”

  He sighs. “Whatever. Fine, don’t tell me the lucky guy’s name.”

  I laugh. “Dick.”

  Marshall grins, but slowly, that grin fades as his eyes move past me again. I turn, and shit, the same scowl clouds my face as well.

  It’s Amy—specifically, Amy dancing way, way close with this little trust-fund looking douchebag with a preppy haircut and a smug smirk on his face. My teeth grind as I watch him slide his hands over Amy, grinning away as he pulls her close and rocks his hips to the dance beat of the deejay. Beside me, Marshall growls.

  “I mean, she’s an adult, I know,” he sighs. “But, c’mon. What dad wants to see his little girl dancing like that with a little shit like him?”

  I nod slowly, seeing fucking red. I know it’s fucking stupid, and I know I have no “claim” or whatever on her. But you know what? Fuck that. Yeah, I do, and seeing another guy touching her makes me want to knock the smug look right off his pedigree face.