The guests file out of The Great Hall and up the grand staircase to the second level. Once Joey and I reach the top, we stand there a moment to take in our surroundings. The entire second floor is the reception hall and ridiculously decked out in coral and calla lilies.
“Holy hell. Are those ice sculptures?”
My eyes follow Joey’s gesture towards the right side of the room. “Isn’t that a bit over the top? Ooohhh there’s the cake.”
“Told you I delivered it. I feel you doubt my capabilities as your trusted assistant.”
I nudge his shoulder as we walk to the place card table. “And I feel you really love Sam and are just afraid to admit it.”
Tilting his head back, he laughs loudly. “How bad ass would it be if we started doing our deliveries out of a Lamborghini.”
“Bad ass and extremely impractical. Maybe when we make our first million we’ll splurge on a luxury delivery vehicle.” I grab our place card “Come on, we’re table twelve.”
I didn’t really care what table we were at, just as long as we weren’t in direct view of the bridal table. Justin still hadn’t made eye contact and I was hoping to keep it that way. And with this many people in attendance, avoiding him shouldn’t be a problem. Round tables cover three sides of a large wooden dance floor, the bridal table elevated on a platform and overlooking the guests. The tables are draped in white linen with coral ribbons running along the edges and beautiful calla lily filled centerpieces. The DJ is already playing music and a few people are dancing while others mingle around the tables, talking and enjoying themselves.
“There you two are.” Juls comes skittering over to us in her dangerously high heels and grabs onto our forearms as we admire the sculptures. “How was it? Be honest.” I cock my head to the side and scrunch up my nose as Joey rubs the back of his neck, seemingly in pain. Juls panics, her eyes bug and her fingers immediately rub her temple.
“It was brilliant!” I yell as relief washes over her, followed by a stern I’m going to kick your ass look.
“As usual, you are one bad ass bitch, Juls. If I ever get married, you’ll be running that show.” Joey rubs her bare shoulder and she winks at him.
“Well, I only have a few minutes to spare before I have to get the bridal party lined up to come in so—” she steps in between us and loops her arms through ours “—let’s go introduce you to some hotties.” Oh shit. I almost forgot about hot lap guy. Almost.
“Oh my God, Juls you missed it,” Joey says through a laugh.
I lean back and hiss. “Shut up, Joey.”
“What? What did I miss?” She flicks her head back and forth between the two of us as I stare him down.
Don’t you dare. I’m still your boss and will fire your ass right here. He must have read my thoughts because he never finishes his sentence, or maybe it’s because we are now standing in front of the hot Chicago man candy club. The four of them are standing near a table conversing amongst themselves, but all conversation comes to a halt as we walk up. All of them, and I mean all of them, are way too attractive to properly function around. And now it is suddenly feeling a thousand degrees hotter in this room.
“There’s my girl.” Ian reaches his hand out and Juls steps into him, placing a quick kiss on his cheek before she steps back. I keep my eyes on Ian; not wanting to drift to the man whose eyes I knew were on me. I can feel them burning a hole into my profile.
“Boys, I would like to introduce my very best friend, Dylan.” Her hand grabs mine and pulls me forward as I glance up and run my eyes down the row of men, stopping on the one closest to me. Damn, he keeps getting better looking. “And this is Joey, the hottest gay man in Chicago.”
“Oh please, Illinois bitch. Let’s not downplay my sexiness.” Joey straightens out his tie as I try not to laugh. My assistant has no modesty.
Juls glances down at her Tiffany watch and her eyes go wide. “Crap. Ian, will you finish the introductions? I need to take care of some shit.”
“Sure thing, babe. Be quick though.” He holds onto her hand tightly, making her tug away playfully before his smile lands on me.
“Christ, you’re so pussy whipped.” The blond man standing next to Ian says softly. I glance at him quickly, smiling at the idea of Ian being completely caught up in my best friend. The two of them started dating a few months ago and she is already head over heels for him. Due to our busy schedules, this is our first time actually meeting and from what I can tell by the way he looks at her, he seems just as infatuated.
Ian glares at the blond who laughs around his drink before he turns back towards me. “Dylan, it’s nice to finally meet you.” He holds out his hand to me with a genuine smile as I shake it. Ian is tall and built, very muscular with nearly jet black hair that is barely long enough to pull into his pony. His brown eyes regard me kindly.
“Yeah you too, Ian. I’ve heard such lovely things from Juls.”
He shakes Joey’s hand and exchanges some pleasantries while my eyes strain to not look at the man standing directly to my left. “And these are my work associates and mates, Trent, Billy, and Reese,” he says, motioning down the line of men. Reese. Of course that’s his name. A guy looking like this wouldn’t be named something not sexy like Ted or Joe. I shake Trent and Billy’s hands as they say how nice it is to meet me. Trent, who made the pussy whipped comment, is the shortest of the group with almost white blond hair that curls at the ends. And Billy, who only has eyes for Joey at the moment, has sandy blond hair that is kept super short, diamond stud earrings in both ears. I begin biting the inside of my cheek as I turn my body towards Reese.
“Dylan, I believe we’ve met briefly.” He extends his hand and I place mine in his without hesitation, feeling his callused fingers tickle my skin. I have to look up into his stare, even though I’m wearing one of my tallest pairs of heels. He’s got a torso that stretches on for miles, one that I’d like to wrap myself around. His perfectly tailored dark gray suit frames his hard body almost unfairly and as he smiles, the tiniest little lines appear next to his eyes. I sigh. His attractiveness is a bit unnerving.
“Yes, briefly. I’m so sorry about that.” Not really.
Still holding my hand he leans in a bit, his breath warming my face. “I’m not. Let’s go get a drink.”
I stumble a bit at the closeness of his face to mine, but somehow manage a quick nod in agreement to his request. Finally dropping my hand, I meet Joey’s eyes and he winks at me before I turn and walk side by side with Reese to the bar. I want to reach out and slip my hand back in his but I don’t. That would be weird. Stay strong. Resist the urge.
“What can I get you?” the young bartender asks and I realize after a long silent moment that Reese is waiting for my order, staring at me with an amused grin.
“Oh, umm, jack and coke please.”
Handsome next to me raises his eyebrows at my drink selection. “No girly drink for you?”
I shake my head and brush my hair behind my ear. I’ve never been the type of girl that orders martinis and fruity drinks that cost eight dollars apiece.
“I’ll have the same.” His fingers strum the counter as I try not to stare at his profile, which is an extremely difficult task. The man is too beautiful not to stare at. I’m handed my drink and immediately take a large sip. “So, I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman named Dylan before. And I definitely don’t think I’ve ever had a Dylan fall into my lap.” His lips touch his glass and I stare a bit longer than I mean to as the liquid slips into his mouth. And I am now suddenly jealous of his beverage.
I shift on my feet, flicking my stare back up to his eyes. “Oh, um, my parents were a bit obsessed with the singer. They had picked the name Dylan before finding out the sex and decided that no matter what, that was going to be the name. And so, here I am.”
He smiles. “Yes, here you are. Do you like any of his music?”
I think for a moment before replying. “I like that American Girl song.”
Smiling slightly, he leans against the bar, his tall frame towering over mine and the bartenders. “That’s Tom Petty,” he corrects me, his lips curling up in amusement.
“Oh, then I have no idea if I like any of his songs or not.” I wrap my lips around the tiny straw and his jaw tightens, a small twitch appearing at the sharp angle of it. He clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair, making it even more of a perfect mess. God even his hair is sexy.
“So, bride or groom?” I ask, watching his confusion turn into realization.
He smiles behind his glass. “Bride, sort of. I don’t really know Sara but I’ve worked with her father. He invited the four of us.” His hand motions towards Ian and Trent who are sitting together at their table. I shake my head as I realize that Billy and Joey are already missing. Predictable Joey. We’ve been here for a whole five minutes. “You?”
I roll my eyes. “Groom, unfortunately.”
He steps closer, brushing his suit jacket against my bare arm and tilting his head down towards me. “Really? Why, sweet Dylan, does it sound like you really know the groom?”
Sweet Dylan? Oh my. I glance up into his eyes. “Because I really know the groom. He’s my ex.”
His eyes widen and he leans back. “Seriously?”
I nod. “Cheating ex to be specific.”
“Fuck. That sucks. I mean, isn’t this awkward for you? Why are you even here?”
I laugh slightly and point through the crowd towards the dessert table with my free hand. “Do you see that beautiful five tier deliciously constructed wedding cake?” He nods and searches my face. “I made that. That’s why I’m here.”
“No shit? So, you’re a baker?” I proudly smile as the DJ softens the music.
“And now, ladies and gentlemen, I ask everyone to direct their attention to the front entrance. The party has arrived!” The crowd cheers and whistles as each bridesmaid and paired groomsmen line up at the door. I feel a pair of lips brush against my ear and freeze, my pulse instantly racing.
“You interested in watching this?” His face is dangerously close to mine and I almost stumble at his scent that is now filling my lungs. He smells like citrus and I have a sudden urge to bury my face into his neck and inhale him deeply.
“Not really,” I softly reply, glancing up into this green stare. Nodding once, he grips my elbow and pulls me through the crowd, stopping in front of the dessert table.
“So, what do we have here?” He tilts his glass and takes a sip as we both admire my work. I smile and beam at my creation. It really does look fabulous.
“Well, the cake itself is an orange sponge cake with Grand Marnier whipped cream and marmalade filling—” I gesture towards the peach colored pearls and calla lilies cascading down the side, “—and the little dots and lilies are made of sugar so it’s all edible.”
Leaning forward, he admires the flowers with a furrowed brow, studying it closely. I greatly appreciate his interest considering they were a bitch to make and can’t help but giggle quietly at his look of deep thought. I’ve never even seen a groom react this curiously to a cake I made.
“Wow. I thought the flowers were real. You can really eat those?”
I smile proudly. “Hmm mmm. They are insanely sweet and practically dissolve on your tongue once the heat of your mouth touches the sugar.”
He raises an eyebrow at me as he straightens up. “Christ. You make that sound so dirty,” he says with a low raspy voice. I shrug as if to silently portray that I always made things sound dirty which seems ridiculous even in my head. No big deal, just how I talk.
“So what do you do, Reese?” I take a generous sip of my drink and watch his eyes go to my mouth, my teeth clamping down on my straw.
After a moment’s hesitation as his eyes linger, he replies, “I’m a CPA with Walker and Associates.”
Nearly choking at his admission, I clear my throat as his eyes widen. “Get the hell out of here. You’re an accountant? You?” He must be joking. Beautiful and highly intelligent? I feel like I’ve found a unicorn.
He simply nods and studies my face with a small grin. “Does that surprise you?”
“Yes. The guy that does my taxes has psoriasis and looks more like my father. There’s no way someone as hot as you is an accountant.” Jesus, Dylan. I close my eyes and shake my head, hearing a small chuckle from his direction. When I open them finally, I lock onto his curious stare, his lips slightly parted as if he’s about to speak. The DJ comes over the speaker system and halts him.
“And now it’s time for the bride and groom’s first dance.”
I turn my body towards the dance floor that has suddenly opened up to allow Justin and Sara into the center. Sara looks beautiful in her strapless gown with intricate beading and Justin looks decent in his suit. Okay, maybe a little better than decent but that doesn’t say much. I’ve always thought that all men look better in a suit, no matter what they looked like before they stepped into it. A familiar song softly plays overhead and I cringe.
“Jesus Christ. You have got to be kidding me.” I down my drink and place it on the dessert table as Reese steps closer to me.
“Do you not like this song?” he asks. Everyone is watching the couple adoringly and I’m staring at Justin like I want to punch him in the throat. What a tool.
“No, I love this song. I loved it so much that I made it our song two years ago.” I laugh. “Of course I shouldn’t be surprised that Justin failed to be original here. He was never one for change or originality, especially when it came to our sex life.” My eyes flick to Reese who is now sucking on a piece of ice. He bites it hard and lets it slide down his throat as he leans down, his nose brushing against my temple. I freeze.
“Really? Tell me.” I swallow loudly and close my eyes, wanting to block out everything around me that isn’t him in this moment. It’s only his breath on my face, his scent, and the slightest contact of his skin against mine. “Did the two of you ever sneak off at a wedding and fuck each other’s brains out?”
Holy hell. Did he just say that? My eyes shoot open and my mouth drops. Can I honestly respond to that? Would he like it if I told him exactly what I wanted to say, that I only wanted him to fuck my brains out at this wedding or any wedding for that matter? I shift on my feet and search my head for the appropriate wording when Joey appears at my side, out of breath.
“Cupcake, I need a moment.” He grabs my hand, smiling flirtatiously at Reese and pulls me towards our table, planting me firmly in a chair.
I glare at him. “This better be an emergency for me to allow you to pull me away from that conversation. He just basically insinuated that he wanted to fuck me into tomorrow and I’d very much like that.” My eyes flick back to Reese who is talking to one of the bridesmaids now, her hands playfully pushing at his chest as he speaks. Oh please, you look so desperate.
Joey straightens his tie and pulls his jacket off, slipping it on the back of his chair. “Good lord, he’s direct. But back to the important matter at hand, Billy just gave me the best blow job of my life.”
My eyes narrow at his beaming face and he shrinks a bit in his chair. “Seriously, Joey? That’s what you had to pull me away from Reese for? You couldn’t have waited until after I had an orgasm to tell me this?” I lean forward and his eyes widen. “And for shit’s sake, what guy hasn’t blown you that you aren’t quickly trying to give the title of best mouth in Chicago to?”
“That’s not all I needed to tell you.” His voice lowers as he moves in closer to me, his hand brushing my hair back to reveal my ear. “On our way to our secluded hook up spot, I saw the bride with her lips wrapped around the best man’s dick.”
“WHAT?” I clasp my hand quickly over my mouth as I feel hundreds of eyes on me. “Are you fucking serious?” I manage in a much more appropriate tone. He nods just as Juls storms up to our table.
“You two bitches are so fucking loud. What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” Joey and I say in unison.
I wasn’t sure we should make Juls aware of the situation just yet. I’d let her get paid first, and then drop that juicy bomb in her lap. She’d want to rub it in Justin’s face that he got what was coming to him and that might result in a canceled wedding reception and a loss of her commission.
I brush my hair off my shoulder and smile sweetly at her. “Are you done with your wedding planning duties now?” I ask, wanting to change the subject.
“Yes, finally.” She rolls her eyes. “That fucking wedding party was a disaster. I’m pretty sure they were all in some giant orgy back there before they walked into the reception.” I meet Joey’s eyes and we both try to keep a straight face. The music picks up and Juls jumps on her heels, reaching out for our hands. “Ooohhh I love this song! Come on. Let’s go show these rich snobs how we shake it in downtown Chicago.”
“You know it girl,” Joey says as I shuffle quickly behind them.
She makes a quick stop at Ian’s table and my eyes lock on to Reese who gives me a playful smile behind his drink. The other boys are talking amongst themselves. “Wanna dance, babe?” Juls asks before Ian grabs her and pulls her into his lap, kissing her passionately in front of everyone. I can’t help but blush and glance quickly at Reese who notices and winks at me. My heart beats roughly in my chest at the gesture. Relax, it was just a wink.
“Jesus Christ. Get a fucking room,” Joey spats, pulling me in the direction of the dance floor.
“Wait.” I pull my hand out of his and quickly walk around the table. I stop in front of Reese and lean down, pressing my lips to his ear as he lifts his face to mine. His fingers curl around my arm and the contact makes me momentarily dizzy. “Keep your eyes on me,” I say and he sucks in a breath. Our eyes are locked and our faces inches apart.
“How could I not?” he replies softly. I straighten and see the lingering intensity in his stare as Joey reclaims my hand and pulls me out onto the floor which is now packed with guests.
Beyoncé’s “Naughty Girl” is bumping through the speakers, the bass vibrating through my body as I begin to move. Joey and Juls dance next to me, the three of us trying to out dance the other. My hands move up my body, brushing over my stomach, up my chest and up and around my neck as I close my eyes and let the music take over. I love to dance, especially with my best friends. My hands run through my wavy hair and I feel the hem of my dress rise a bit, brushing the middle of my bare thighs. “Go girl.” Joey squawks and my eyes flash open to see him spinning and twirling around me, as only Joey can do. For a man so tall and muscular, he can move his body as if he was professionally trained. I sway my hips and move in the most overly flirtatious way possible, hoping and praying that Reese is watching me but not having the balls to glance over and know for sure. I squeal with Juls as Rihanna’s “S&M” comes on overhead. A pair of strong hands wrap around my tiny waist from behind me and I still, feeling hot breath in my hair.
“Don’t stop, Dylan.” Reese’s voice sends a chill up my spine and goose bumps along my exposed skin. His hips move against my back as he pulls me against him, his hands slipping around my stomach. Juls’ eyes widen and she goes to reach for me when Ian appears by her side and grabs her hand, spinning her into him and dipping her for a kiss. I close my eyes and feel his hands move up my rib cage, his thumbs brushing along the bottom of my breasts as I rub my ass against his lap. I haven’t danced like this with a guy in years, in fact, I don’t know if I’ve ever enjoyed it this much before. My pulse is hammering in my throat and I can feel my face heat up from the contact. We’re moving together in perfect rhythm as I reach up and around his neck, feeling his breath on my bare shoulder. His hands spin me and my chest presses against his.
“This dress is killing me,” he says, brushing my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. We continue to move against each other, his impressive erection digging into my stomach and my hands gripping tightly around his neck while he holds on to my hips. Our lips are so close; open as our ragged breathing brushes each other’s face, sharing the same air. If either of us were to move in slightly, we would be kissing.
“Were you watching me?”
“Depends. Were you dancing just for me?” I lick my lips and nod, his eyes widening before he drops his hands from my waist and grabs my hand, pulling me away from the dance floor. Holy shit. This is it. I’m actually going to have slutty wedding sex with the hottest guy on the planet. I inwardly high-five myself as we move quickly between the guests.
I follow closely behind him, my heels preventing the faster walking that I would have preferred as we move down the staircase and down the hallway that leads to the bathrooms. My chest is rising and falling rapidly and my nervous energy has kicked in, causing me to practically bounce on my feet. He pushes the men’s room door open and drops my hand.
“Wait here.” Disappearing behind the door, I stand outside the men’s room and pray to God that no one was in there. I’m so wound up right now, I can’t imagine what would happen if we didn’t follow through with this. I’ve never felt this turned on in my life.
I lick my dry lips as he opens the door and smiles. “You don’t mind a bit of an audience do you?”
My eyes widen and I swallow loudly, seeing a small smirk form on his lips. “I hope you’re joking.” I’m not having sex in front of people. No fucking way.
“I am. Come on.” He grabs my hand but I stay firmly planted in the doorway.
“You don’t have a girlfriend, do you? Because if we’re about to do what I think we’re about to do, it’s not happening if you have one.”
He raises his eyebrows at me, seemingly unprepared for that justified question. “No, no girlfriend. I haven’t had one of those since college.” He tugs me against his chest. “Any more questions before I ravage you?”
I shake my head slowly with a flirtatious smile.
“Good.” He pulls me into the bathroom and locks the door behind us before he pushes me up against it. His hands grab my face as his lips softly brush against mine, tasting and teasing me. My bottom lip is pulled into his mouth and I moan, granting him full access as I part my lips and his tongue sweeps inside.
“Fuck, Dylan.” He moves his tongue against mine, biting and licking my lips. Holy hell this guy can kiss. His mouth expertly explores mine for what seems like hours and I slowly feel a pull building in my core. This kiss actually makes me feel bad for all of the other kisses I may get from guys in the future. The bar is being set ridiculously high here, certainly unattainable by the majority of the male race. My hands rake through his hair, holding his head to mine as my body responds to his touch with moans and whimpers. There’s no controlling myself here, I’m completely abandoning all my reservations and giving into everything I’m feeling. I’m suddenly picked up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me over to the vanity, our mouths still working each other’s. He tastes like spearmint and liquor as I lick him off my lips while his mouth moves down my neck.
“You taste so sweet. I bet every part of you tastes like this.” I groan at his words as his lips brush against the swells of my breasts that are poking out from my dress, my hands tangling in his mess of hair. His lips move along each collarbone and over each shoulder, tasting and nibbling every inch of exposed skin.
“Reese.”
His hands hike up my dress and trail up the insides of my thighs. His fingers slide along the length of my panties and his eyes meet mine. They’re the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen, no other color mixed in. It’s almost hypnotizing staring into them. Deep pools of emerald. My panties are quickly slid down my legs, my eyes widening as he tucks them into his pants pocket. Shit, that’s hot. My fingers work frantically at his suit jacket, prompting him to slip it off and place it next to us. I’m practically clawing at his dress shirt, fumbling with the buttons with my shaky hands. I need to see him bare in front of me. I want to see his muscles contract as he moves inside of me and by the way his shirt stretches across his chest, I know without a doubt that he’ll be unbelievable to look at.
“This has to be quick, love. I don’t think we have time to get completely naked before someone tries to come in here.” He presses his forehead against mine and I growl as he brings his mouth back to mine. Two fingers slip inside of me and I cry out.
“Oh God.”
“You’re so wet and really fucking tight.” His lips move along my jaw. I’m panting against him, arching into his touch. “Does that feel good, love?”
“Yes. Please, I need you,” I beg as his free hand pulls a condom out of his back pocket.
He hands it to me. “Hurry.”
I hold the wrapper with my teeth and my frantic fingers work his button and zipper, my legs helping to slide his pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh. My eyes widen at his length and I groan loudly as he works me with his fingers, his thumb circling my clit. “Am I distracting you?” His lips move against my neck and I can only nod and moan my response. I swallow against his mouth and feel them curl up on my skin. I’m getting close already but I want him in me, I need him in me. Going without sex for a year has been worth it if it leads to it happening with Reese.
Regaining my focus, I rip the wrapper with my teeth and slide the condom down his length while he stills in my hand, his heavy breathing mixed with mine filling the room. I stare fascinated by how much it has to stretch to form around him and trail my fingers underneath, hearing him inhale sharply. He’s long and heavy, my fingertips barely touching as I grip him. The man is gifted. Crazy gifted. Will he even fit in me? My mind scrambles at the thought. Well wouldn’t that be a nice fuck you from karma. Here, Dylan, feast your eyes on this magnificent penis that you can’t even handle.
Pulling out his fingers, he wipes a line of my arousal on the top of my breasts and immediately licks if off as I lift into him. “You taste fucking amazing.” He leans back and locks eyes with me, licking his lips. “I need to be in you. I can’t wait anymore.” His hands wrap my thighs around his waist as he enters me in one deep push, a loud groan escaping both our mouths.
“Reese!” His thrusts are deep and quick as I hold onto his neck with one hand and the edge of the vanity with the other, my knuckles stark white. Our eyes are on each other’s as he slows his movements, guiding his length almost completely out of me before he rams it back in.
“Dylan, holy shit.” He continues the slow torture as a bead of sweat drips from his hairline down to his jaw. Darting his tongue out, he licks his bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth, biting on it as I stare mesmerized.
Rocking my hips into his thrusts, I feel him deeper than I had ever felt anything in my life. His green eyes are burning into mine, full of intensity and desire. His words to me echo in my ears as he tries to control our quickly climbing orgasms. “So good. So fucking good, Dylan. Let me hear you. Scream for me.” No guy has ever talked to me during sex and it’s probably the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. His fingers dig into my hips and I think he might bruise me, but at the moment, I don’t care. The slight pain he’s inflicting on me is actually fueling my need for him.
“I’m close. Come with me,” I grunt, seeing his eyes light up. Sliding his hand between us and under my dress, his thumb presses against my clit and begins to move, bringing my climax to the surface. My nails dig into his neck as I throw my head back and erupt. “Reese. OhGod.”
His free hand grips my neck and pulls me into his thrusts that are now so powerful I think I might split in two. “Fuck!” he cries out. I reach up and pull his hair as he comes, his eyes never leaving mine and my name escaping his lips at his release. I thought that most guys closed their eyes when they climaxed, but not this one. And something about him watching me, letting me see him completely unravel makes this even hotter somehow. He stills inside me and pulls my face towards him, bringing our lips together. His kisses are soft and sweet, going from one corner of my mouth to the other. My lips are swollen and chapped and I couldn’t care in the least. I’d kiss this guy until my lips actually fell off.
“What the fuck was that?” he asks, my eyes flickering open and searching his face. Amazing. Mind blowing. Beyond anything I could have imagined. I want to say these things but don’t, not really understanding why he would ask me that question or what the hell he means by it.
He shuts his eyes and pulls out of me, tossing the used condom before he pulls his pants up and tucks himself back in. Turning his body towards me, he picks up his suit jacket and slips it across his broad shoulders, his face completely impassive. Ah. The awkward aftermath of sex with a stranger. I avoid his eyes as I hop down and turn to fix my dress in the mirror, realizing that he still has my panties in his pocket. Fuck, is he going to give them back? Or does he expect me to ask him for them? I meet his eyes briefly in the mirror, breaking the contact almost immediately at the sight of his tight jaw and creased brow. Fuck that. I’m not asking him anything.
The door rattles. “Shit.” His voice is clipped and irritated as he glances at me before turning towards the door. “I’m really sorry,” he says as his fingers slide the lock back and he opens it, allowing two men to enter as I stand at the sink.
“Well, well, well. What have we here?”
I shake my head and push past them, my shoulder brushing against Reese as I walk down the hallway and quickly up the stairs, leaving him in the restroom. Jesus Christ what was his problem? What the fuck was he sorry for? He came didn’t he? I’m fuming, my hands clenched tightly at my side as I storm through the crowd. I make my way to my table where my two friends sit, picking at the food on their plates. Their eyes both lock onto my face and Joey grins wide while Juls studies me questionably.
“I need to get out of here,” I say, grabbing my clutch that I had left on the table and trying my best to avoid their stares.
“And where the hell have you been?” Joey asks, pushing his plate away as Juls stands up and walks over towards me. “Please tell me you just got thoroughly fucked.”
“Yes, Dylan, where were you? You missed the cake cutting.” God damn it. That’s the only thing I really wanted to see.
“Don’t ask.” I glance to my right and spot Reese as he walks towards his table, his eyes meeting mine briefly before flicking away. He looks thoroughly fucked as well, his hair a sexy disheveled mess.
“Oh Christ. Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did with him?” I bend down and kiss Joey quickly on the cheek, ignoring Juls questioning.
“Are you coming with me?” I ask.
“Nah, I’m going to spend some more alone time with Billy.” He pulls me closer to him. “I want every fucking detail tomorrow.” I roll my eyes at him before I turn and walk out of the reception area with Juls.
I make it down the stairs and to the front door before she stops me and demands answers. “Well?”
“Well what? I forgot your question.” I didn’t.
She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me. “Did you fuck Reese? Dylan, please tell me you didn’t.”
“Technically, he fucked me and thoroughly freaked out afterwards. Can I go now please?”
Her mouth drops open. “Fucking motherfucker. Dylan he’s married.”
I have to grip the wall to prevent myself from falling over. “What? But he said he didn’t have a girlfriend.” My mouth drops open. “Oh, that asshole. I bet her thought he was really clever, telling me he hasn’t had a girlfriend since college. I suppose a wife isn’t technically a girlfriend.” The tight sensation in my gut from my previous orgasm is now instantly replaced with nausea and an intense urge to punch Reese in the nuts. “How do you know he’s married?”
Juls runs her hands down her face. “Ian told me he was married when I met all of them briefly for drinks last week. Wow. What a scumbag.” Indeed. Scumbag doesn’t even come close to describe him at the moment. I’m thinking douche-bag, tool, asshole, fucking prick.
Pinching the top of my nose with my thumb and pointer finger, I quickly replay the hottest sex I’ve ever had over in my head. I drop my hand and clench my fist. I could kill him. “And no fucking wonder he couldn’t get away from me quick enough afterwards. How the hell was I supposed to know he was married? He wasn’t wearing a ring.”
“Dylan?” We both turn our attention to Justin who is standing at the bottom of the steps, eye wide and full of shock as he looks at me. Well this night just keeps getting better.
I snap my eyes back to my best friend, ignoring the cheating loser on the stairs. “I’m leaving before I get arrested for homicide. I’ll call you tomorrow,” I say to Juls and Juls alone.
I open the door and walk out to the valet attendants, reminding them that I am the owner of the delivery van as they laugh amongst themselves. I’m fuming and so not in the mood for this shit. “You’re working a fucking wedding so I know you’re not riding around in Lexus’. Just go get my fucking van,” I snap at them and they immediately shut up. One scurries away quickly towards the parking lot.
“Dylan, can I talk to you?” Justin’s voice comes from behind me.
“No. Congratulations Justin. The ceremony was lovely.” I feel his hand on my shoulder and I turn quickly, stepping out of his grasp.
“Don’t touch me. Shouldn’t you be upstairs with your wife?”
He snickers and steps closer, his gray eyes full of mischief. “Well if I heard correctly, aren’t married men your thing now?” Oh no, he did not just say that. My hand comes hard and fast, slapping him across his face as he stumbles back, wide-eyed and smiling.
“Fuck you,” I spat, seeing Sam pull up to the curb and walking quickly to the driver’s side. I can’t pull away fast enough; tires spinning as I quickly make my way down the long driveway and away from my complete fuck up of a night. I should have never come to this stupid thing. Hooking up with a married man at the wedding of my ex-boyfriend. Jesus Karma. You are one hateful bitch.
