Forever

“Cake,” Nat mumbled against my chest.

“Then sex.” I shrugged.

“Hmm.” Jaymeson grabbed the knife. “I would have done sex first, but then again, I’m a—”

“—Whore,” Alyssa finished. “We know. Now hurry and cut the cake, guys! I have to go grab my stuff for the airport.”

I took the knife from Jaymeson’s hands and led Nat to the cake table. Hell, how was I supposed to go through with tradition without messing up her makeup?

I placed my hands over hers as we cut through the first tier and placed small pieces on each other’s plates.

Nat was too sweet. With a giggle she dipped her finger in the frosting and rubbed it across my lips. Clearly she hadn’t a clue that about ten minutes previous I’d had several fantasies about licking frosting off her body.

Licking.

Hmm.

I dipped my finger in the frosting and winked at the crowd, all before rubbing the frosting down the front of her chest, right between her cle**age.

With a swift lick, my tongue went all the way from the V in her dress towards her neck, meeting skin in such an erotic combination of sugar and Nat that my knees almost gave out.

The crowd erupted in cheers. When I lifted my eyes I winked at Michelle who simply threw her hands up into the air as if I was a hopeless case.

But Nat grabbed my face before I could see anything else. Her mouth was hot on mine as she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Such a rock star at heart.”

“This rock star doesn’t have a heart.”

She pulled back, a confused look etched across her face.

“He gave it away a long time ago.” I kissed her mouth again. “In high school — hasn’t seen it since, not that he wants to. Why would he want his own heart when he could have yours?”

A tear slid down her cheek. “Why indeed?”

“A toast!” Demetri shouted above the crowd. “To Mr. and Mrs. Alec Daniels!”

Whistles and clapping followed, but I may as well have been alone in my own little world — all I could see, all I’d ever seen since the first day I’d met her—were those eyes, those lips, and that smile. Next to Nat, the world would always be a blur — because I refused to take my eyes off the prize — off of my wife, for as long as I lived.

Chapter Eighteen

Demetri

I knew Alyssa was pissed. She had barely looked at me when she walked down the aisle in front of Nat. When I had tried to grab her attention she scowled. I would have gotten down on one knee had it not taken away from the wedding.

Once the reception was over I had plans. Big plans. I just wasn’t sure how receptive Alyssa would be, especially since now she thought I was backing out of commitment, like Jaymeson and I had gotten brain transplants or something.

“I don’t know…” Jaymeson licked his lips and checked his watch. “We only have a few hours before your flight. If you expect me to drive you and Alyssa to the airport while you canoodle in the backseat, you’ve got another thing coming.”

“Canoodle?” I repeated. “Who says that anymore?”

“It was the most appropriate word I could think of considering Aunt Lois is standing within earshot of this particular conversation,” he said through clenched teeth.

“Please.” I waved him off. Aunt Lois can’t hear a damn thing. “HELLO, AUNT LOIS! GREAT EVENING, ISN’T IT?”

“Oh you!” She tittered grabbing onto my sleeve. “No I won’t go skinny dipping! You rogue!” Jaymeson spit out his water onto the ground. “But this one.” She eyed Jaymeson up and down. “For you, I’d be willing to change my mind.”

Never in my life have I seen a man look so trapped. Jaymeson looked from me to Aunt Lois and back, peeling the label from his bottled water in the process.

“What say you, England?” I joked. “You up for a night swim?”

“I’d say I was down, so, so down,” Jaymeson whispered.

“LOIS!” Nat’s dad called, saving Jaymeson from being taken advantage of by a seventy-year-old woman.

When she was a safe distance away I let out a snort of laughter and punched Jaymeson in the arm. “Wow, smooth. I’m actually a bit worried to leave you alone with her.”

“I keep doing that.” Jaymeson shook his head. “Panicking in tense moments, that can’t be good.”

“Wow, maybe your past is catching up with you?”

He seemed to think about it for a moment. “Nah, that can’t be it, I’m just dehydrated or something.”

“Dehydration causes players to do what? Say ’yes’ to cougars?”

“Do I even want to know?” Alyssa said coming up behind us.

“Not this time.” Jaymeson shook his head. “Really, I wish I didn’t even know. Yet I’m pretty confident when I go to bed tonight, I’m going to wake up with at least two nightmares, both containing Aunt Lois without a bathing suit.”

“I’m concerned that you would know what she looks like without clothes on,” Alyssa said.

I raised my hand. “I second that concern.”

“Screw you both.” Jaymeson swore and grabbed his keys. “Now grab your shit so I can drive you to the airport.”

Alyssa shrugged and grabbed her bag. I stayed back and whispered to Jaymeson, “Please?”

With a curse he looked down at the ear plugs in my hands. “If we get in an accident because I have these bloody things in, then I’m blaming you.”