Page 47 of The First Best Man

She can’t seem to form a complete, coherent sentence, so I try to help.

“Making each other come so hard, we’re seeing stars?” I offer.

Her expression falls flat, and still holding the sheet tightly in her fists, she steels her spine. “I’m serious, Tucker.”

“I know,” I say apologetically, then release my grip on my shaft and push myself up into a sitting position. “So, what do you suggest we do?”

Her mouth twists to one side as she thinks, then she shrugs. “We steal them while wearing ski masks and loose coveralls?”

I tilt my head. “The Great Rubber Heist of Bush Monkey Isle?”

A laugh barks out of her against her will, and she looks cute as hell as she slumps and climbs back onto the bed, then collapses beside me and grumps, “I don’t hear you offering any better ideas.”

“Come on,” I say, smacking her ass before rolling over the edge of the bed to land on my feet. “Get dressed.”

She sits up again, glaring at me with very little heat behind it. “I’m not going into the market to buy condoms. We’ll just have to go to the mainland.”

“No way,” I say with a chuckle. “That’ll waste hours, and I have too little time with you as it is.”

Her expression brightens for a beat with those words, then drops again. “Then what can we do?”

“I’ll go to the market,” I say as I search the tangled blanket for the shorts and boxer briefs I’d kicked off after making Kate come a second time.

“You can’t,” she says, climbing off the bed and finding her own underwear on the floor. “People know we’ve been spending time together. They’ll know they’re for me.”

“Would you rather they think they’re for someone else?” I ask, studying her face as my words sink in.

She frowns, her brow furrowing as she shakes her head. “Hell, no.”

Once I find my underwear and slip them on, I move toward Kate and grip her shoulders, saying, “It’ll be fine, Kate. I’ll wear a hat and sunglasses, slip in and out, and no one will think twice about it. You can wait for me in my room at the B&B. If anyone is curious about where I’m going and watches, they’ll just see me head there, alone.”

This whole ordeal is quite silly to me, but I can see it’s important to Kate. I’ll do anything to make her as comfortable as possible, even don a ski mask and shoplift, if that’s what she really wants me to do.

But she seems to think over my plan for moment, then nods slowly. “Okay.”

“Okay? You’ll wait for me in my room?”

She nods, then shakes her head a beat later. “Only if I can slip past Miss Ginny. If she sees me, I’m out.”

Pulling her close, I press a hard kiss to her mouth before leaning back to meet her eyes. “If anyone can outsmart that old bird and sneak past her, it’s you.”

Her lips tug upward, and I kiss her again before releasing her. Finding my shirt, I tug it on while Kate walks into her closet. When she reappears, she has a black trucker cap with the words “Drinks Well with Others” screen-printed across the front. I eye it dubiously before flicking my gaze up to hers, and she shrugs.

“It’s better than the others. Trust me,” she says, pushing the hat toward me.

“Now I really want to know what the others say,” I murmur as I take it and push it down onto my head. It’stoo tight, so I take it off and loosen the snaps before putting it back on. Holding out my arms, I ask, “How do I look?”

“It’ll do,” she says nonchalantly, but her eyes tell a completely different story.

Like she can’t wait to take it back off, along with every other stitch of clothing I’m wearing.

“Okay, I’m going now,” I say, reaching down to readjust myself as my cock starts to harden again. “My sunglasses are in your golf cart. I’ll grab them on my way out.”

She nods. “I’ll get dressed and walk over to the Errant Heart. Best to leave my cart here, so no one––especially Miss Ginny––sees it parked outside.”

“I can’t wait to see you again,” I growl, gripping her hips through the sheet and yanking her forward for another kiss.

She melts into me as my hands slide around to find her ass, kneading it firmly. I’m half-tempted to make her come at least one more time before I leave, but the longer I stay here, the longer it’s going to be before we both get what we really want. What we desperately need.

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