Page 103 of My Best Friend's Mardi Gras Wedding

She got hot and wet and…pissed…instantly.“That’s really mean,” she said, breathless in spite of being annoyed.“I can’t walk down that aisle all wet and achy, knowing it’s going to behoursbefore we can—”

He pulled her off the counter and turned her swiftly.Yes.She braced her hands on the counter as she watched him pull a condom from his pocket, push his jeans down, and roll it onto his big, hard cock.

He reached for the tie on her robe and met her eyes in the mirror.“You’ve got a point.”Her robe fell away, revealing her naked body to him.

She smirked at him.“Yeah, I do.”

“I still need to finish your hair,” he said.

“Then you’d better hurry up with this.”

He bent his knees and thrust into her, making her gasp and grip the edge of the sink.He pulled out and then thrust again.Hard, deep, and fast.

She pressed back into him, arching her back, and they both groaned as he went even deeper, hitting that magic spot inside her.They hadn’t done it with him behind until now and, man, they’d been missing out.

“Josh, yes,” she managed to get out between gasps.

“So.Fucking.Sweet.”He held her hips tightly as he pounded into her.

She was so close, so fast.Then he reached around and found her clit and she went soaring.He was right behind her, growling deeply, and coming hard, holding her to him.

13

They didn’t have a lot of time for recovery, and Tori could swear she could still feel the bolts of hot lightning shooting through her as she made her way down the staircase in her bridesmaid’s dress, her hair and makeup perfect, with three minutes to spare.

It might have been the sex on the counter.It might have been the way Josh looked her over once he’d zipped up her dress and said, “Holy shit, Tori.You’re fucking gorgeous.”It might have also been the way he’d leaned in a whispered, “If you think there’s any way that you’renotgetting hay all over that dress later, you’re crazy.”

She swallowed and stepped off the bottom step.She just had to get through photos, a wedding ceremony, and the first half of the reception.After the customary dances and toasts and cake cutting, surely they could duck out.

But that was going to behoursfrom now.Of course he’d be at the ceremony and reception with her, but she had at least a few duties left ahead of her.And even looking at him in a suit after last night and that morning might just make it impossible to get through the rest of the day without pulling him into a storage closet or something.

“Tori, you’re finally here,” Paisley greeted her.She inspected Tori’s makeup and hair, making sure to push a couple of the bobby pins in a little tighter.Tori winced and told herself that bobby pins in the head were better than actual pins in a voodoo doll.Then Paisley gave her a nod that clearly said, “Fine, you’re passable but I’m still annoyed with you.”

Tori sighed and joined the group near the rose bushes.At least all of her horny thoughts about Josh had been overridden.

The wedding pictures took forever, and twice Andrew had pulled Tori to the side only to get interrupted by the photographer or Paisley.Obviously the groom was needed in most of the photos, so finally Tori promised they’d talk as soon as the photo session was over.He had an earnest, restless look about him and Tori found herself concerned as the session drug on.

Of course, before they could get a second alone afterward, someone dragged him off for something else.

Tori sighed.She was going to be doing that a lot today, she suspected.Okay, so she needed to get through the ceremony, half of the reception, and a conversation with Andrew before she could be with Josh alone again.Fine.She could do that.It would all be great.

And she kept thinking that.

Right up until she’d walked down the aisle.She’d caught Josh’s eye in one of the near-the-back pews, gotten a quick wink, paused at the end of the silk runner lining the aisle to give Andrew a smile, and pivoted to take her place several feet down from the center to make room for the long line of bridesmaids to come.

But she felt a hand on her elbow before she could take a step toward her position.She turned back, stunned to find that Andrew had grabbed her arm.

“Tori, we have to talk.”

She felt her eyebrows rise nearly to her hairline.“What are you doing?”

“I have something I have to say.”

She glanced quickly at the congregation, then at the minister, then back to Andrew.“Now?”

“Yes.Now.No, actually last night.But you weren’t answering the phone.And then this morning.But you still weren’t answering your phone.But then—” He sucked in a deep breath.“Okay, I should have said this a long time ago.Alongtime ago.But I didn’t know… I never realized.And then—”

Tori forgot about everyone around them.Andrew looked like he was about to hyperventilate.She put her hand on top of his on her arm.“Breathe,” she told him softly.“It’s okay.We’ll talk right after.”

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