Maggie

“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey.”

I woke up to my mom’s sing-song voice. Opening bleary eyes, I found her standing at my doorway. Considering I barely remembered leaving Harrison’s bed down the hall a few hours ago, it was quite startling. I lifted my hand to my chest and was happy to find I was wearing my usual sleep shirt, so there wasn’t anything out of the norm to make her suspicious. Or I didn’t think there was, until I scooted down the bed a little and realized I wasn’t wearing any panties.

“Breakfast’s ready, sleepy head,” she continued. “Now that you’re up, I’ll go wake Harrison so we can enjoy a quiet family moment before the insanity begins.”

“No!” I yelped, jumping off the mattress as I remembered exactly where my panties were—smack dab on top of the nightstand in Harrison’s room. My mom was oblivious most of the time, but I doubted she’d miss seeing them when she went in to wake him up. It wasn’t as if she was blind, after all.

“Oh, dear. Are you okay, Magnolia?”

“Yes, sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you,” I breathed out, wrapping my arms around her waist after she moved forward to give me a hug. “It’s just that today and tomorrow should be all about you. Why don’t you head downstairs, get yourself a mug of tea, and I’ll make sure Harrison is up before I join you and dish up breakfast?”

She bent down to squeeze me tightly before stepping away to look at me with tear-filled eyes. “I’m not sure what I ever did to deserve such an amazing daughter, but I’m so grateful for you either way.”

Guilt stabbed me in the gut as I watched her walk away since tricking her into letting me wake Harrison up wasn’t amazing. Not at all. In fact, it was the opposite, considering he was my soon-to-be uncle who’d given me my first orgasm. I wanted to keep that from my mom until I was more certain what was going to happen between Harrison and me. My motives were purely selfish, but I couldn’t find it in myself to feel too guilty about it. Not with the way he made me feel last night—and in the wee hours of the morning.

I rushed through getting ready. A quick brush of my teeth and hair. Tossing on some clothes. A swipe of cherry flavored lip gloss. Then I went down to Harrison’s room and knocked softly on the door before cracking it open to peek my head inside. My breath stilled in my chest when I found him sprawled on the mattress, shirtless, and with the sheet wrapped around his lean hips.

I’d felt all those sun-kissed inches of skin on his chest under my fingers, but I hadn’t really had the chance to appreciate them. There hadn’t been much light, only the moonlight streaming in through the glass doors. Even if it had been as bright as it was this morning, I didn’t think it would have mattered because it hadn’t taken long before I’d been unable to concentrate on anything other than what we’d been doing. Those long, drugging kisses. Our tongues tangled together, the taste of him filling my mouth. And then the feel of his mouth on my—um—down there, after he’d flipped me onto my back. It had been better than anything I’d ever imagined.

A quick glance at the nightstand made me gasp lightly. My panties were nowhere to be found. But then I caught a glimpse of pale pink peeking out from under the pillowcase, right next to Harrison’s arm. Shutting the door behind me as softly as I could, I crept forward and whispered, “Harrison.”

“Maggie,” he murmured sleepily, his voice low and raspy.

Just the sound of him saying my name had me wanting to climb in beside him, but that wasn’t an option with my mom and his brother waiting for us in the kitchen. Which meant I needed to do something quick so I didn’t fall victim to the temptation he presented. “Whatcha doing with my panties?”

Was that a little hint of pink rising up on his cheeks as he tucked them deeper under the pillow?

“Mine,” he growled, reaching his arm out and wrapping his hand around my waist to pull me towards him.

“Harrison,” I breathed out. “We can’t. Mom and Stanley are up. Breakfast is ready, and I convinced my mom to let me wake you up because I thought she’d find my panties on your nightstand and the jig would be up. Little did I know you slept with them after you shuffled me out of your room.”

“Wanted the smell of you around me while I slept.”

“Oh my goodness.” There went the panties I’d just slipped on not even five minutes ago. Drenched by the words he rasped, making it even harder not to join him in the bed just so he could remove this pair the same way he had the other ones.

“Gimme a kiss, and then I’ll let you go.”

I leaned down and rubbed my lips against his for a brief moment before his hands fisted my hair. Then he took over, tilting my head as he plundered my mouth until I was panting for breath and shaking with need.

“Mmm, cherry.” His tongue flicked out to swipe across his bottom lip after he pulled away. “Were you thinking about the one I’m gonna pop soon when you picked out your lip gloss?”

“Ummm,” I gulped. I hadn’t been, but I couldn’t seem to form any words.

“You better head out before your mom or my brother come here looking for you and get more than they bargained for.”

“Uh-huh,” I agreed dazedly.

“Go on, baby doll.” He turned me around and gave me a little swat on my butt. “I’ll be right behind you.”

* * *

The rest of the day flew by in a whirlwind of activity. I made about a million phone calls, making sure everything was in order for the rehearsal dinner tonight and the wedding tomorrow. I answered just about as many questions since everyone knew I was the point person instead of the bride. My mom wasn’t quick to make decisions, so it was easier for me to handle stuff for her since I knew what she liked.

Luckily, the rehearsal went off without a hitch—unless you considered me staring at Harrison the whole time a hitch. It had been impossible for me to pull my eyes away from him as he stood next to Stanley on the opposite side of the aisle from my mom and me. With his whiskey colored orbs locked on mine, I listened with half an ear to the directions the minister was giving. It wasn’t until my mom flung her arm around my shoulder to lead me forward that I even realized the rehearsal was over and it was time to head to the restaurant.

I’d requested a private dining room when I’d made the arrangements at the restaurant where Stanley had taken my mom for their first date. It was a quaint little Italian place that served the most amazing pasta in town, and since I’d gone to school with the owner’s son since Kindergarten, I knew they’d make it super special for my mom. And boy, had I been right. Our group was seated at a long table covered with a crisp white cloth. There were three centerpieces filled with a wild array of colorful flowers, and each place setting had a deep purple charger plate in front of it. Mine and my mom’s favorite color.

“It’s perfect!” she squealed, settling into her seat in the middle of the table. Stanley was to her right, and I was to her left. As the best man, Harrison was seated next to his brother, two too many seats away from me.

The waiter came around with a bottle of champagne, filling everyone’s glasses, including mine. “A toast!” Harrison called out, rising to his feet and moving to stand behind my mom and his brother, with his hand resting on the back of my chair. His fingers brushed against my neck, making me shiver as I lifted my glass in the air along with everyone else.

Stanley’s eyes shot to my glass and then to my mom. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, and she reached out to snatch the champagne away from me. She took a big gulp out of it, drinking about half the contents, and then handed it back to me. “There, a tiny bit won’t hurt now that you’re eighteen.”

Harrison leaned low and whispered in my ear, “I’ll make sure one of our first stops is France so you can have all the champagne you want.”

I leaned back, my eyes on him as he made his toast and moved back to his seat. Through the appetizers, the main course, and dessert, I found my neck craning in his direction often, so I could catch a glimpse of him. Each time I did, it was as though a sensor went off and he looked right back at me. After a couple of hours, dinner was finally over and I was following my mom and Stanley out of the restaurant, with Harrison right behind me, when I heard my name called out. Turning to look to the right, I caught sight of a familiar face before I was wrapped up in a hug that lasted only about a half of a second before Enzo, the owner’s son and a childhood friend, was ripped away from me.

“What the hell?” he grunted.

“Get your hands off her,” Harrison growled, holding Enzo by his collar.

A quick glance over my shoulder showed me that my mom and Stanley had already made it out the door. I heaved a deep sigh of relief before focusing on the situation at hand. Laying my hand on Harrison’s upper arm, I stepped forward until I was right next to him. “It’s okay. Enzo’s a friend from school.”

Harrison narrowed his eyes, flicking a glance between the two of us and I shook my head no. “Friends,” I repeated. “Nothing more.”

Enzo held his hands up. “Dude, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Harrison let go and dropped his arm around my waist. He didn’t apologize, and I had a feeling it was because he didn’t think he’d done anything wrong. I only had time to flash Enzo a brief smile and a wave before Harrison hustled me towards the door. As he pushed it open for me, he lowered his head and confirmed my suspicions—he wasn’t the least bit sorry. “Nobody touches what’s mine, baby doll. And you’re very much mine.”