Page 188 of Stolen Moments

She giggles, laying her head on my chest and as I pull her close, she sighs, melting into me.

“I love you, baby doll. Thank you for humoring me. I wish I could see you right now. I have no doubt you look fucking stunning in this dress.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

“Have you put your lipstick on yet?”

“No.”

A smidge of disappointment hits me at the missed opportunity to smudge her pretty lips, but… I slide my hands up her body, grip her neck, and cup her cheek.

“Good,” I grunt as I crush my mouth to hers, capturing her startled moan with my lips.

She parts her lips, and I slip my tongue in her mouth, slowly sliding it against hers in a seductive game of twister. She tastes like orange juice, champagne, and quintessential Emery. She tastes like mine.

I could kiss her all fucking day, and it wouldn’t be enough. I deepen the kiss, my hunger and longing for her taking over. My blood rushes south as the heat in my veins spreads like wildfire throughout my body, begging for her touch to douse the flames.

I hear the faint sound of the door opening over the rushing, pulsating blood pounding in my ears, but I ignore it, pulling Emerycloser, swallowing her moans and greedily keeping her attention on me.

“Alright, break it up, you two.”

Emery and I pull apart at the sound of Rylann’s chiding voice. My head feels dizzy, and I wish I could rip this fucking blindfold off.

Emery rubs her palms over my pecs, soothing the horny beast inside my chest clawing to be set free. “Mason?”

“Yes, baby doll?”

“As much as I don’t want you to go, I need to finish getting ready. I’ll meet you at the altar?”

“I’ll be counting down the minutes. I love you.”

“Time’s up.”

Without warning, a third hand grabs my arm and hauls me back. I release my hold on Emery and stumble back, allowing my sister-in-law to shove me out of the room and slam the door in my face.

I yank the tie from around my eyes and grin at the piece of wood separating me from my bride. I check my watch.

I can hold out for another forty minutes.

Cameron bumps his shoulder against mine. “Are you sure you’re ready, brother?”

“More than ready.” My answer is firm, oozing confidence. I have no doubts that Emery is the one for me.

We’re standing at the altar under an arch of white and deep red flowers, waiting for the ceremony to start. We took a chance and looked into booking the hotel where Emery and I spent our first weekend together. Fate was on our side, and the banquet room was open and available for us to use the day before Valentine’s Day.

“Of course he’s ready.” Jace slaps my back, a wide smile on his face. He’s officiating the ceremony while Cameron and Eli stand at my side. “When you know, you know.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Emery is a cool chick—and hot as fuck—but it’s been, like, a minute, and now they are getting married? Am I really the only one concerned?”

“Yes,” Jace and Eli answer at the same time, making me chuckle.

To someone on the outside, Emery and me getting married does look too fast. But we have been a year in the making.

“Don’t listen to the pretty boy.” Eli slaps my back. “I’m proud of you for going after what you want.”

“Last chance,” Cameron taunts, a smile tilting his lips. He’s not serious, just messing around. He knows damn well I’m certain and has been nothing but supportive. I look forward to seeing him get knocked on his ass when the right girl shows up.

“I’m good.”

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