Page 53 of Well Played

“Ride me, baby.” His voice was muffled, but the instruction was clear.

There was a time when I would have balked. Would have worried about smothering him. But the thing was, he was a lot bigger than me, and I knew how much he loved to do this. I felt secure in this space to embrace my sexuality. So with no trace of the shame sex used to bring me, I began to grind my clit against his nose as his tongue speared inside me. Sparks of electric pleasure spread along my spine until the sensation overwhelmed me in a blinding orgasm that curled my toes and stole the breath from my lungs.

Falling against the headboard, I slid away from his teasing tongue, fighting for control of my muscles.

“You okay?” he asked, his grin all self-satisfied male.

“Gimme a second,” I panted. Tugging on my ankle again, he maneuvered me onto the mattress until we were spooning while I caught my breath.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, brushing my hair away from my sweaty forehead.

“I need you inside me.”

He kissed me hard, letting me taste myself on his lips before guiding my leg back over his hip so he could enter me from behind. In long, smooth strokes, he worked his body into mine, reigniting the fire that had just barely cooled within me.

“How do you always fit me so well?” he asked, clutching me tighter against his chest and increasing his pace.

“I think I was always made for you.”

With a deep groan, he dropped a hand to work my clit, pulling another orgasm from me before he fell over the edge himself, shaking and grunting words of worship. It should have been blasphemous, but it was just Oscar.

When we’d both cooled down, we lay side by side, watching the shadows dance across the bedroom ceiling.

“I can’t wait for our wedding day,” he whispered, linking his fingers with mine.

“I’m going to make sure everything is perfect.”

3

Oscar

Three months later

Everything was not perfect.

As Cam, Cian and I approached the yacht club, aka our perfect wedding venue, the sun glinted off the ocean. Brightly coloured boats bobbed calmly in their moorings and the gentle knock of fiberglass hulls against wooden docks was a calming melody that did nothing to settle the churning in my gut at the sight of the florist and event coordinator leaning by the front entrance.

They should have been deep into set-up, seeing as we were only two hours out from go time.

“Hey guys, what’s happening?” I asked cautiously, shifting my suit bag from my shoulder to drape over my forearm. While Mia had been up at the crack of dawn for hair appointments, make-up and all the other preparations that went into her bridal appearance, I didn’t trust myself to put the suit on for another half an hour at least. Sure, I wore suits all the time during the hockey season, but this felt different. Like I could jinx myself, and the wedding, if I didn’t wait to get ready until the lastminute. Which felt like a stupid thought at nine o’clock this morning when I first made the decision.

Now? Not so much.

The florist flicked his cigarette at the back wheel of his truck while Allie, our event manager, turned a worried smile on us.

“So, it seems the venue has double booked the room for your ceremony. They’re saying they can still accommodate the reception in a smaller conference room, but the space won’t be available for setup until seven o’clock tonight. I’m so sorry, Oscar. I don’t know how this happened. We double checked the booking last week and they didn’t mention anything then, but this morning they’re insistent that they have no record of it.” Her eyes shone with the promise of tears, and I looked away quickly before my own eyes filled up. I hated being a sympathy crier, dammit.

Okay. Focus on a solution. We had no venue for the ceremony.

“Can you lean on them for an earlier time for setup? Cam, go with her and see what you can do. If we have a space to come back to then we just need to find somewhere else for the ceremony.”

Cian pulled his cell from his pocket and started tapping away.

“On it.”

Thank god I had my boys with me. I could handle this with their help. Mia deserved the perfect wedding, and I sure as shit wanted to make it happen for her.

Cam and Allie went into the venue and I tried to remember to take long, slow breaths to avoid going full Groomzilla on the staff who had been more than happy to take an exorbitant amount for a deposit, but apparently couldn’t read a calendar.

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