Page 82 of My Best Friend's Mardi Gras Wedding

Josh gritted his teeth as he pressed forward, wanting to take it easy and slow, overriding his body’s urges to thrust and pound.But her little moans and the way she moved against him tested every shred of self-control he had.He would freaking go to war for the, “Oh, Josh” she gave him.Not to mention the way her sweet body clamped around his cock like she never wanted to let go.

He pressed all the way in, relishing everything about being balls deep, before pulling out again, also slowly.He moved in and out with long, easy strokes, watching her perfect breasts bounce, her hands grip the sheets, her body take him fully, softening around him, welcoming his length and girth even as her pussy gripped him snugly.

“If I move to that place you’re from,” he said, teasing gruffly.“I will insist on doing a lot of this too.”

She swallowed hard, looking up from where she’d been watching him fuck her.“Where am I from again?I can’t remember.”

He wanted to grin.He wanted to tease and laugh.But for some reason the light, don’t-really-mean-it words wouldn’t come.“Too fucking far away,” he told her.Then he ran his thumb over her clit, circling and pressing and taking the air from her lungs so that she couldn’t respond to that with anything other than a hard, fast orgasm.

She gasped his name, arched her neck, and squeezed his cock with her pussy so tightly that he was only a few seconds behind her, coming hard, shouting her name.

Yeah, he fucking hoped someone was in the next room to hear that too.

It took several seconds for the waves of pleasure to quiet and calm.Josh stayed braced above Tori, breathing hard, watching her gasp for air as well.He was still deep inside her, and he couldn’t tell if the aftershocks from the shared orgasm were from her or him.

Finally, he lowered himself onto one elbow and rolled slightly.But he didn’t pull out.He couldn’t bring himself to separate their bodies just yet.He snuggled her up against him, one of her legs draped over his hip, spreading her open and keeping him fully embedded.

She sighed heavily and seemed perfectly content tucked up against his side.

They just lay there, breathing, for several long minutes.Long enough that he wondered if she’d fallen asleep.

But finally she said, “Sothatwas definitely worth waiting a year for.”

He chuckled.And agreed a thousand percent.Then he was again hit by emotions that he’d never felt when tangled up in bed sheets with a naked woman.A sense of panic among them.He might have never seen her again.Last year on Bourbon Street she might have walked away forever.She might have decided not to come to Autre to try to find him.Josh felt his heart starting to race and he took a deep breath and then gathered her closer.

“Thank you for coming back to Louisiana.Thank you for coming to Autre,” he said, his voice gravelly.

She laughed softly.“I might not have come to find you at the bayou if I hadn’t accidentally kissed Andrew.”

Josh worked on not squeezing her too tightly at her words.She might not have.What the hell would he have done then?

But then she wiggled her butt against him and gave another of those long, contented sighs, and Josh decided that instead of thinking about what could have been—or what mightnothave been—he was going to enthusiastically embrace his family’s love for destiny and soul mates.

Because he wasnotgoing to be thankful to fucking Andrew for anything.

“We don’t really lookthat much alike, do we?”Josh asked Owen.“I’m more muscular for sure, right?”

“Yes, Princess, you’re prettier than him,” Owen said, lifting his glass of sweet tea and rolling his eyes.

“Fuck off,” Josh grumbled, pushing his fork through his seafood pot pie.

They were sitting in Trahan’s Tavern, just off of Jackson Square, sixteen hours after Tori had fallen asleep in his arms.

In those sixteen hours, he’d slept, snuck out of bed early to meet Leo downstairs to get the sweet grits and chicory coffee Ellie had sent, been not at all surprised to find Owen delivering breakfast, driving the bus and playing chauffeur for the city tour of New Orleans instead of Leo, fed Tori grits that she’d loved and coffee that she’d been okay with once he added cream and sugar—she’d come around to the chicory, he was sure—and bundled eight people from Iowa onto a tour bus and shown them the Big Easy.

“I think you’re more muscular than him,” Gabe Trahan said to Josh.

“Thanks, man.”

“You’ve got better hair too,” Gabe decided.He’d taken a seat with Josh and Owen after he’d gotten the group’s dinner served and was now studying Andrew.

Josh shot Owen a look.“See?Thatis how to be supportive.”

“But he’s taller,” Gabe said.“And he looks smarter than you.”

“Excuse me?”

Gabe looked back at Josh and shrugged.“It’s probably just the glasses, but he kind of has a polished, college-boy look.”

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