Page 11 of Love Under Protection

“I’m afraid there has been a grave misunderstanding. One we should talk about. But not here.”

The song ends and we’re finally able to break apart and not a moment too soon.

I feel like I’m suffocating.

Who would have thought what was meant to be a week away, celebrating my good friend’s wedding and a break in the warm sunshine with beautiful women abound would turn into such a shit show? And why? Because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants for once.

Chapter 6

Raylynn

How is it possible that things can go from scorching hot, burning up the sheets, to as frigid as the Arctic?

Simply because he’s concocted a scenario in his head that he hasn’t a clue about.

A one-night stand pissed because he’s convinced himself that what we had was an illicit affair, yet he’s far too damn stupid to even begin to hear reason.

Tossing back another shot of the premium vodka provided, I curse Harley’s name.

“Might want to take it easier there, wouldn’t want to have to scrape you off the floor before I whisk Liv out of here.” Jameson intrudes on my moment of self-pity.

“I’m fine. This is fine.Everythingis fine.”

Jameson takes a long pull from his beer, before speaking again. “So, you and Harley?”

I fight back the urge to slam my empty glass back on the bar. “Nope. Nothing happened.”

He has the nerve to laugh at me. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“You’ve always been the perceptive one. Doesn’t matter now though.”

“A word of advice, Raylynn? Harley’s a tough nut to crack. Don’t take it so personal.”

“Appreciate the advice Jay, but it was all in good fun. Now, I’m going to dance with my bestie, like the old days.”

Jameson groans. I can’t help but laugh. Liv giggles and grabs my hand, spinning me in some elaborate circle.

“Gah, can you believe it? I’m married,” she squeals while shaking her butt.

“Oh, I believe it. I’m surprised it took you two this long.” I laugh along with her.

“Please. That man used to drive me absolutely insane.”

“What changed?” I ask, jokingly.

“He learned to drive me insane the right way,” Liv says with an eyebrow wag. “Shew. Now, let’s go grab another drink.”

In spite of all of my annoyance with Harley and his know-it-all attitude, the rest of the night is filled with laughter and a whole lot of fun.

Once some of Liv and Jameson’s family thins out, Payton and Cody decide to challenge the rest of us to a game of beer pong.

What a sight we all must be. Dressed to the nines in this high-class resort. Red solo cups lining what was the bridal party table. And the bride and groom on opposite teams, talking shit to each other about who is going to win this little game. Divided guys versus girls, we kick some major butt against the boys.

Wrapping an arm around Liv’s shoulders, I pull her in for a side hug. “I gotta hand it to you Liv, your friends are a riot.”

“Have you noticed how adorable Payton and Cody are too? It’s like, love is in the air and stuff,” she muses.

“Dork. It is a wedding after all, tends to have that effect on some people.”

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