Forever
His mouth crushed mine. In two steps he’d already grabbed me and lifted me into the air, silencing me with his kiss.
When we pulled back, Demetri was grinning like an idiot and Alyssa was trying to hand me flowers but was struggling, considering she was trying to wipe her face with her tissue. Priscilla stole a glance at Jaymeson, he winked. Idiot.
All in all it seemed like a typical day in the life of AD2… minus the whole wedding. The gang was just that, the gang. Together forever.
Chapter Seventeen
Alec
“I can’t do it.” I looked at the three-tiered cake from Sweetside Seaside Bakery; the frosted masterpiece was something out of Nat’s dreams. As a guy all I could really say was that it was cool, if you liked black and white, and lots of shiny objects that make you want to put on a pair of sunglasses.
Michelle, the baker, tapped her foot impatiently. “Just do it.”
“Can’t.”
“Do it, or so help me God, I’ll ruin the cake myself!” She raised the knife above her head.
“Wait!” I grabbed the knife from her hand and scowled. “Fine, we’ll cut the cake.”
“And…” Michelle crossed her arms.
“And…” I gulped. “I’ll very gently wipe some cake on her face.”
“That’s all I ask.” Michelle patted me on the cheek. “Good choice, Alec. Now, if you’ll excuse me I need to go make sure Jaymeson hasn’t molested the female ice sculpture.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” I mumbled.
“Right, well, a trip to the ER isn’t really in my plan for your wedding day, so I’ll just go make sure security hasn’t let that Brit close enough to do anything—”
“—Twitter-worthy.”
“Right.” She walked off leaving me alone with the shiny cake and knife.
It wasn’t that I had a fear of cutting cakes or anything, or that I was super attached to food. But Nat… she looked so damn beautiful, how was I supposed to wipe cake on her face when all I wanted to do was kiss her lips? Stare at her? Lick her from head to toe? Hmm, maybe I should just start at her feet. Right, I’d just put frosting on her toes, suck on each one until the frosting was gone, then I’d move up her calf and—
“So, you got a thing for knives now, or what?” Demetri said behind me.
“Ass.” I didn’t turn around, just placed the knife onto the table and continued to stare at the cake.
“It’s cool.” He walked up beside me. “I mean, I used to have a thing for butter. So you like knives, no biggie. I mean, I wouldn’t have taken you for being a knife lover. After all, Jaymeson’s the one that can find his reflection in anything from a spoon to a toilet.”
“What do you want?” I asked, voice strained.
“Time to cut the cake.”
“But Nat—”
“—Had to change.” Demetri slapped my back. “Girls these days don’t just have one dress for the wedding, they have two.”
Just as he finished talking, the aroma that was pure Nat wafted into my personal space. I swear her pregnancy made her the most beautiful-smelling woman around. She was always fresh like sunshine. Damn. I was going to start fantasizing again if I didn’t get a hold of myself.
“Husband?” She giggled.
Demetri laughed. “If you don’t have a freaking heart attack after turning around, there’s no hope for you.”
“Go,” I barked, turning at the same time.
What I saw took my breath away — stole it straight from my body and placed it on the opposite end of the earth.
Nat.
In a see-through, plunging white dress. There was hardly any material, yet it covered her shoulders and back. Certain parts were totally see-through as if she’d just covered the important parts and let lace do the rest.
Damn my imagination.
“We’re married.” She smiled, taking a step toward me. I held out my arms and pulled her against my chest.
“Any second thoughts?”
Her smile grew. “Never.”
“Time to cut the cake!” Jaymeson yelled above the crowd.
“He drunk yet?” Nat giggled.
“Hope not because he has to get Demetri and Alyssa to the airport after the reception.”
Nat’s grip tightened around my waist.
“Hey.” I tilted her chin toward my face. “I know it’s crazy that we have to go back to work right away, but I promise I’ll make it worth it to you.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Of course.” I kissed her gently. “I’ll make it worth it, over and over and over again, until you forget the reason for being upset in the first place.”
“And what if I don’t forget?”
I gave her a smug grin. “Baby, if you don’t forget your name, then clearly I’m not working hard enough to erase your memory.”
“So what? You’ll just work harder.”
“Harder.” I laughed. “Faster, slower, then when you can’t take it anymore, even slower than that.”
“I have a feeling we’re talking about different things.” Her cheeks turned pink.
“I have a feeling you know exactly what I’m referring to.” I grabbed her ass and pulled her flush against me. Her eyes widened briefly before she closed them and turned completely red.
“Uh, cake?” Jaymeson came up next to us. “Or are you planning on having sex right here?”