Page 67 of Sexy Bad Daddy

“I guess that’s my cue,” Garrett says, slinging his arm around my shoulder and urging me toward the backyard.

I dig in my heels. “I can’t go back there. I’m a mess. Look how I’m dressed. And my face. I’m not even wearing makeup. Plus I’ve been crying. And how does everyone feel about me? Does your family hate me? Because I can’t face them if they do. Why don’t I go wait in my car?”

He’s laughing as he adjusts his direction so we’re heading toward the front yard instead. “We’ll go in through the front door and sneak upstairs real quick.”

“While I’m all for a quickie right now, that isn’t really solving our immediate problem, Garrett.”

He arches his brows. “You want a quickie? Right now?”

“Isn’t that what you were talking about?”

He opens the front door and ushers me inside. “Nope. I was talking about raiding Chloe’s closet to find you something to wear so you don’t feel self-conscious. But now that you’ve put the idea in my head…”

I swat him on the chest, but I’m grinning. “Garrett, I—”

“What are you doing in here? You’re supposed to be out on the beach. We’re getting ready to start.” Chloe’s heading down the staircase toward us, a woman who looks like an older version of herself at her side. There are fresh flowers twisted into her hair and she’s dressed in this breathtaking, champagne-colored gown that’s an exact replica of Abby’s. Or maybe it’s the other way around. Either way, she’s stunning. “Oh, Erin,” she says. “You made it. I’m so glad, although…” Her gaze takes in my grass-stained jeans and probably puffy face.

Chloe says, “Mom, go tell everyone the ceremony will start in twenty minutes. Come on, Erin, let’s get you cleaned up.” She grabs my arm and turns around to head back upstairs, but Garrett stops her.

“Go ahead, Chloe. I’ll make sure she finds something to wear. We’ll be down in twenty.”

She’s eyeing us like she knows exactly what Garrett’s thinking, but she finally nods and follows her mother down the stairs and heads toward the sliding glass doors leading out onto the deck.

“Come on,” Garrett says, herding me up the stairs. “We don’t have much time.”

But when you’re as desperate for each other as we are, and when you haven’t seen each other in a couple weeks, you don’t really need a lot of time.

Seven minutes later, I gasp out his name as I come, hard, while my palms are flat on the bathroom vanity and he’s pounding into me from behind, one arm wrapped around my hips, his fingers thrumming my clit, while his other cups my breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I watch the magnificent sight of him in the mirror as he thrusts three more times before his body stiffens and he gives a shout as he reaches his own climax.

“Fuck,” he says as he pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants. “I can’t wait to do that again.”

“Me either,” I say with a grin as I shoo him out of the bathroom to find me a dress to wear. Ten minutes later, we’re walking down the stairs, hand in hand. Danny is standing in the foyer.

“It worked,” he says. “Yes, I am a genius. Maybe I need to start a matchmaking company.”

Garrett arches one brow. “Yes, all my parts work, although I can promise you had nothing whatsoever to do with it.”

“Actually, I did.” He lifts his hand, which is holding his wallet, and grins like a damn fool.

I narrow my eyes and study the beat up piece of leather. “That doesn’t look like the wallet from my car.”

“Nope.”

“Whose wallet did I take then?”

He shrugs. “No idea.”

Garrett shakes his head and rolls his eyes, but I stare at my best friend. “You lured me here on purpose?”

He chuckles but then sobers, the sudden bashfulness at odds with his normal cocky demeanor. “Anything for my favorite friend. You look beautiful, by the way.”

I rush to him and throw my arms around his neck. “Thank you,” I whisper into his ear. “I love you.”

“I suppose he has to be in the wedding now, doesn’t he?” Garrett mutters.

Danny grabs my forearms and pushes me to arm’s length. “He finally asked?”

I laugh. “Well, it was more of an assumption, but yeah, we’re getting married. And yes, you will be in the wedding.”

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