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Curtis shoots Leslie a death glare. Even though it’s a wedding tradition, he’d never do anything to cause Emma stress. Having icing smeared all over her face would definitely stress Emma. She’s been subconscious about her weight for as long as Allison can remember. It seems Curtis knows his woman well, or he’s just a really nice guy, because he feeds her so carefully.

Allison sighs at the sweetness of it. The love shining in the couple's eyes as they gaze at one another is evident. Russell’s arm comes around her shoulders pulling her into his side.How is it, he seems to know just what I need and when?Allison gives him her weight.

“I need all the single guys to gather over here!” Kevin calls out when the cake cutting is over. Susie Beth is making a production of placing a chair in the center of the dance floor.

“Come on Emma! Time for Curtis to get that garter belt!” Hoots and cat calls erupt around the room. Allison giggles at the flush coloring Emma’s cheeks. The couple makes their way to the set up. Curtis urges Emma into the seat. He makes a big production of inching the hem of her dress up. When he’s almost reached where the garter should be, he stops. “Close your eyes or turn around,” he bellows. “No one gets to see that much of her, but me.”

A chorus of ahhs in female voices fills the room. All the men respectfully turn their backs on the couple. Allison knows this gesture has made this so much more comfortable for Emma. Curtis eases her dress up higher. His eyes never leave hers as he lowers his head to take her garter in his teeth and then he slowly pulls it down her thigh.

“All right, guys! Get ready to catch that garter!” Susie Beth exclaims, signaling the men to turn back around. Curtis hams it up, covering his eyes and flinging the garter over his shoulder into the mass of single men gathered behind him. Several of the guys jump to catch it. Virus has a confused look on his face when he comes out the victor.

“All the single ladies!” Susie Beth yells, when the garter throw is finished “Over here! Time to catch the boutique!” Allison hasn’t planned to get on it, but Susie Beth and her mother aren’t taking no for an answer. With all the female cousins married, it’s only Allison, Curtis’s sister, and a few of the girlfriends of Curtis’s teammates that are gathered to participate.

“Ready?” Emma asks, glancing over her shoulder at them. “One. Two. Three!” She flings the bouquet into the air. Allison watches in shock and dismay as it flies right into her hands.

“WooHoo!” Susie Beth shouts, fist pumping the air. “Allison is the next to fall victim to the Looovee Bug!” Allison grins, trying to be a good sport while shaking her head to deny it. Inside, she knows, it’s too late. She’s already been bitten. The question is will she succumb to the sickness?

The other ladies are patting on her while giving her shit about falling in love. She looks up to see Russell’s eyes on her with an unreadable expression on his face. She gives him a smile and shrugs her shoulders hoping for nonchalance, hoping he doesn’t freak out and decide not to speak to her the rest of the weekend in fear she’ll have the feels from catching the bouquet.

“Time to send the happy couple off for the night!” Susie Beth declares suggestively. Everyone gathers around, creating two lines for the couple to walk though. Everyone is tossing birdseed at Emma and Curtis as they run between the lines.

When the couple has departed, the DJ fires up the sound system once again. Music blares inside the tent and couples begin to flood the dance floor.

“Come on sugar,” Russell rumbles in her ear. “Dance with me?” Allison takes his hand and allows him to lead her out onto the temporary dance floor. He holds her close as they begin to sway to the music.

Russell moves them around the dance floor like an expert. Their bodies move fluidly like they’ve been dancing together all their lives. The longer they dance the more turned on Allison becomes and it seems Russell is feeling it too if the large bulge pressing into her lower abdomen is anything to go by.

The moment the song ends, Russell takes her by the hand leading her out of the tent and back toward the hotel. “I need you, sugar,” he says huskily. “I can’t wait another minute. Are you okay with that?”

“Yes, Russell,” Allison answers in a matching husky tone. “Take me to bed or lose me forever,” she quotes a line fromTop Gun.Russell’s sexy grin has moisture leaking from her core to coat her thighs. She hadn’t bothered with underwear this morning. The bridesmaid’s dress is long enough to not flash anyone, and she’d known she’d want Russell so badly she’d want to save time.

They reach her room in record time, foregoing the elevator and taking the stairs.

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WORM

Worm hasn’t been able to keep his hands off Allison all night. He’s had an insatiable need to be touching her every second and she hasn’t seemed to mind at all. He likes that, a lot.

They exit the stairwell on their floor. Taking her hand, Russell leads Allison down the hall to where their rooms are located. He pauses outside her door. She pulls her keycard out of her small clutch purse. He takes the card from her and unlocks her door, then follows her inside. She drops her purse on the dresser in the room as she spins to face him.

“Russell,” she says breathlessly as she leans toward him for a kiss. He accommodates her unspoken request with a long, deep kiss. Allison’s hands roam over his chest, around his waist, and up his broad back. Everywhere she touches him, she leaves a burning need.

Worm enjoys sex as much as the next guy, but he needs to do this right with Allison. She isn’t a quick fuck to ease a need kind of woman. No, Allison is the kind you take your time with and savor.

He’d been hasty the first time they were together, devouring her and getting her off pretty quickly, and the other times they’d enjoyed themselves something always seemed to get in the way before having full on intercourse.

Tonight, he isn’t going to rush it. They can’t really have a long-term relationship despite his growing attraction to her. They live on opposite sides of the country, but he has a deep-seated need to treat her respectfully, like the queen she is.

“Sugar,” he groans, dragging his mouth along her jaw to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. The need to be inside her is overwhelming, but he wants to be sure she’s ready for him. He makes quick work of getting her out of her clothes.

Just as he had suspected, she isn’t wearing panties. She's dripping wet for him when he slips his fingers into her heat. He’d been amazed at how wet she’d gotten when he’d eaten her out before and she isn’t going to disappoint him tonight.

“Please Russell,” Allison begs. “I need you.” Her sweet plea is his undoing. He loses his clothes, noting how she seems to be drinking him in with her eyes. “For a caveman, you are utterly gorgeous.” He flashes her a smile.

He’s never considered himself to be all that attractive, but he doesn’t consider himself to be ugly either. He is definitely fit. Being a Marine Raider, he doesn’t have much choice on the matter although he’s always enjoyed exercise. He hasn’t had many women turn him down when he’s asked them out in the past, but there is something about Allison finding him attractive that speaks to his inner caveman. He likes her looking at him that way.

Grabbing his wallet out of his pants pocket, he retrieves the condom he’s had in there for about a year. He hasn’t been with anyone in quite a long time. With all the stress from looking after his mom and siblings, he hasn’t taken the time to meet someone. He prefers a friends with benefits arrangement to a string of one night stands, not to say he hasn’t had a few of those over the years, but it’s not his usual style.

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