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“Maybe because he knows that either you don’t have your ringer on, or you’ve forgotten your phonesomewhere.”

Jillian gives a little harrumph in response, which makes me giggle because she knows I’mright.

Chapter Three

Kingston

This morningI woke up to a dream. Call me a pussy if you want, but I’ve wanted Peyton since the moment I laid eyes on her what feels like a lifetime ago. If I have to forfeit my man card because I’m over the moon at feeling her soft curves against my body, so be it. I knew she’d be hungover this morning, that stupid bartender fed her drinks left and right. I’m sure he thought he’d get her drunk and take her to bed, but I swooped in bursting that bubblequickly.

Peyton threw her arms around me and begged me to dance with her… well, she slurred something about dancing—either way, we ended up on the dance floor. Things started off innocent, but as the music changed from soft and slow to a pulsing beat, our dance changed too. Her ass found its home against my cock and her arms lifted over her head circling around my neck. I don’t know if she pulled me down, or if my brain short-circuited, but my lips found the curve of her shoulder. I licked and kissed her soft skin, then my hands moved from the safety of her hips around to her breasts. I plumped the soft mounds and teased her nipples into firm points as she ground that tight little ass againstme.

We danced like that through several songs, driving each other crazy. I noticed several of our friends and family members watching, but I couldn’t find it in me to care—not with Peyton in my arms. The music changed to something slow and sultry, and I turned her in my arms moving us to the new beat. I took her in, loving the flush of her cheeks. She looked up at me with hooded eyes, desire evident. I brushed my lips across hers and pulled her from the dancefloor. I wasn’t sure where I was taking her, but I needed her away from pryingeyes.

She drunkenly tripped over her own feet, giggling. I swooped her into my arms walking purposefully toward a dark corner of the banquet hall. Safely ensconced in shadow, I set her on her feet and kissed her. I’ll never forget how easily she opened to me or how sweetly she moaned as we kissed. My dick gets hard as I remember pushing her lithe body against the wall and how she practically climbed me like a tree to get closer. Her legs wrapped around my waist, lining up her hot little pussy perfectly with my cock. I was ready to fuck her right then and there, but the one working brain cell I had left kept me from making thatmistake.

Reluctantly, I slowed things down until our kisses were nothing more than sweet pecks and our touches were languorous instead of frenzied. With a finger under her chin, I studied her face. Her cheeks were rosy, and her lips swollen, but that sadness I saw earlier in the evening was still weighing herdown.

I brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “What’s wrong,baby?”

Her lips turned down in a frown and her forehead wrinkled in consternation. “You stopped kissingme.”

I chuckle. I can’t help it; her pout is adorable. “That’s not what I mean, and you knowit.”

“I’m pretty sure my wet panties would agree with me,” shecomplains.

“If I kiss you again, will you tell me what’s got that sadness in your eyes?” Iask.

I’m not above a little bribery. It took her a few seconds to consider her options. When she unwrapped herself from my body and stood on her own two feet again, I was certain she was about to walk away. It surprised me when she slid down the wall and sat on the floor. My heart hurt looking down at her. She looked defeated. I couldn’t stand seeing her like that, so I sat on the floor next to her and pulled her into my lap. She didn’t hesitate to snuggle against mychest.

“This whole weekend. The wedding. All of it,” shesaid.

Jealousy spiked through me like lightning because the only reason I could imagine for the wedding to bother her was if she was upset about Theo marrying her sister. Does she want Theo? I always wondered how they could be friends without fucking. Maybe their relationship wasn’t as platonic as they leton.

“Did you know I’ve been in fifteen weddings?” sheasked.

“No, Ididn’t.”

She snorted a sad little laugh. “Yup,” she said popping the P. “Always a bridesmaid, never a bride. As soon as I get home, I should adopt half a dozen cats and start the whole crazy cat ladything.”

“Aren’t youallergic?”

A small sob escaped her throat, and her eyes glistened with tears. “Even cats don’t want me,” shewailed.

Well, that escalatedquickly.

“Shhh… it’s okay, baby,” Isoothed.

“N-no it’s n-not,” she stuttered through her tears. “I’m going to d-diealone.”

“That’s crazy talk. You’ll get married when the time is right,” I said. My mind reeling from what she justrevealed.

She sat up abruptly, the back of her head knocked against my chin. She got a wide smile on her face even though her cheeks were still wet with her tears. My head spun as I tried to catch up with Peyton’s abrupt change ofmood.

“You’re right!” she exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement. “Kingston, let’s getmarried!”

“I didn’t mean right now, baby,” I answeredcarefully.

“We’re in Vegas, when will there ever be a better time?” she asked, her excitementgrowing.

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