Twenty-Six
I tried to keep my breathing even as I sat in the first pew of the mostly empty church. Sadie and Aaron were practicing exchanging vows, but all I could think about was standing up and demanding a paternity test. Can a paternity test be done before the baby is born? I’d pay for it out of my own pocket if it could. That would surely ruin the wedding and enrage Aaron’s parents.
It didn’t matter.
Brooks was not now and never would be mine. Maybe he never even was. If he was her baby’s father, it didn’t affect me in any way. Flashes of the two of them bathing an infant and taking family pictures flashed in my mind. Would it be better or worse if he stepped up to the plate and dealt with the mess he made?
Bullshit.
I knew I’d never get over the situation as it was, but if he fathered her child? I wanted to die.
I thought I had a plan. I thought I could handle this wedding and come out with a bit of revenge and badass credit.
I, once again, thought wrong. How could he? How could Brooks do this to me? Sadie, of course, would do this, but him? He was different. As cliché as it was to say, he got me. And he wanted me and then he went and had sex with Sadie. Why?
An eruption of applause pulled me back to reality. Sadie and Aaron were kissing, signaling the end of the walk-through. Aaron’s parents stood up to invite everyone to the dinner that immediately followed, but I just stayed in my spot.
Everyone else was filing out and my absence surely wouldn’t be noticed until they were all seated at the restaurant—maybe not even then. I could hear the chatter grow softer and softer, followed by doors slamming and cars pulling away. But Aaron came back for me. It was dark and he sank silently into the pew next to me like I knew he would. He sat so close we were touching, and then he placed his hand on top of mine.
The fact that I got him to do what I wanted with such minimal effort, or no effort at all, shot adrenalin through my entire system. I used it as a force to egg me on, as a sign that what I was doing was necessary.
“This is really hard,” he said in a hoarse voice.
“It is,” I agreed.
“It’s not too late, you know. For us. We can still call this whole thing off.”
Those words were all I needed. I couldn’t say who made the first move, though I wanted it to be me, as we started making out. I cupped his face and grabbed a fistful of hair while he decided to take a more X-rated route and squeezed my breasts with rough hands through my dress.
Brooks was all about the foreplay, warming me up before we got down to it, probably because he knew he needed to because of his size. But Aaron, not so much. He was being rough—desperate, needy. It could’ve been because the location didn’t lend itself to taking our time, but I think it would’ve been that way no matter where we were. He kept biting my lip and squeezing me just a bit too tightly. His excitement was so evident that it felt painful, and though we’d been physical plenty of times before, everything was different because we both knew this time would end with him inside me.
Before I could catch my breath, I found myself straddling my ex- and engaged boyfriend, in church, the night before his wedding. Getting his zipper down proved to be a bit problematic, but I was determined. Once I had him unzipped and free of his boxers, my plan was already halfway completed.
In what must’ve been world record time, Aaron bunched my dress up around my waist as high as it would go and pushed my barely there panties aside, not bothering to take them off. The next thing I knew he was inside me. It felt so good and so absolutely wrong at the same time. I wanted it so badly, if not as badly as he wanted me, but I hated every second of it. Luckily, my body wanted him, granting him easy access.
He thrust so fast and so deeply I almost couldn’t take it. I almost asked him to stop, I almost got off of him, but I didn’t. It had to be done. I wanted it to be done. Aaron watched me the whole time; I could feel his eyes on me along with his hands, which only occasionally left my boobs to hold my hips in place.
So much for me being in charge.
I could only think of one thing, one person, and if I opened my eyes Aaron would know that and I’d lose all my nerve. I’d imagined us finally doing it so many times and it was a million times better than the best thing I could’ve dreamed up. That didn’t matter, though; he still wasn’t Brooks. He was so good because he was Aaron, because he knew he had to be.
He was fucking me with the intensity of years of sexual tension we’d had with no release. He was fucking me because he didn’t want to get married, or at least I thought he didn’t, and we fucked each other with a shared hatred of Sadie Connor.
My knees were burning from the position, while the forbidden nature of the entire situation and Aaron’s forcefulness were all aiding in the tightening in my stomach. The old wooden pew creaked with such a Godawful sound I feared it might break or we might be caught, but neither of those things happened.
When he finished, I’d already climaxed twice, and he held me down on top of him so tightly I couldn’t breathe. I held him right back, not caring about the mess we’d made. At the time it seemed like we were having sex forever, but in reality it was only a matter of minutes from start to finish. Still, it was long enough to accomplish what I wanted. What I needed.
The act only confirmed everything Aaron said it would. I wasn’t in love with him, I didn’t want to be with him, and it was now clearer than ever. I couldn’t say for sure what he was feeling, though.
My shoes and underwear stayed on the whole time, so that made things easier for me. I climbed off of him without so much as a kiss and ran off to the bathroom, ready to be away from him. When I glanced back, Aaron stood and zipped his fly.
Just like that, I had sex with Aaron.