Page 34 of Undo Me

Chapter 7

BD was depraved, even in human form.

Here he was, watching a minister join the lives of Celestin Rousseau and Allegra Jarod, and all he could think about was Bethany. Fucking Bethany. Claiming Bethany. He wanted to bend her over her chair, press her against the gazebo, a tree, anything as long as he could take her hard and fast—and damn the audience.

His body was a mass of raw nerves and cravings and inappropriate desires. His damn balls ached and his pants were strangling his unyielding erection. They were speaking of God, and he was a devil because he just wanted it to be over so he could drag Bethany away from here and bury himself inside her.

She didn’t look as receptive as she had when he first saw her. In fact, she looked as if she shouldn’t be allowed to handle any sharp objects for a while.

You hurt her.

Didn’t she understand that he couldn’t trust himself to sit beside her? That, for Allegra’s sake and to keep the tentative peace he now had with Rousseau, the smartest thing for him to do was sit as far away from her as possible so he didn’t ruin their wedding with an impromptu exhibition?

He tried to catch her eye but she was focused unwaveringly on the bridal couple.

“Damn it.”

“Weddings make me so hot. Do you think they’d miss us if we disappeared for a few hours?”

He was broken. That was the only explanation. A beautiful woman was rubbing against him, offering herself up to him on a rather obvious platter. He could slake this need on her, a need so strong it made his teeth ache. He shifted away from her in his chair and shook his head. Bethany was the only one he wanted.

She had officially ruined his day.

“Thank you for the generous offer, cher. But I belong to another.”

The large-breasted female pouted, her darkly stained lips too thin, too symmetrical for him to consider attractive. “She doesn’t have to know.”

He watched Bethany’s head jerk as though someone had yanked her hair, mumbling under her breath before pulling all those long, stunning tresses over her shoulder. “I would know. That is enough. But I believe there is a bearded man a few rows back who is single. Perhaps he would be willing to bring you to pleasure.”

The persistent woman bit her lip and slid her hand between his legs, just as Rousseau was slipping a ring on Allegra’s finger. “I love the way you talk. ‘Bring you to pleasure.’ You seem to be ready enough to do exactly that. I admire your attempt at fidelity, but if you were truly satisfied, I don’t think you’d be this hard for me right now.”

His shock at her boldness turned to anger when he realized that Bethany had chosen that moment to glance in his direction. Her gaze honed in on the woman’s hand between his thighs and her jaw dropped.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

The minister’s voice cued the clapping, and as the musicians began to play a celebratory tune, Bethany got up and rushed through the crowd, heading back toward the house.

“Merde.”

He stood and the woman rose along with him, trying to slip her hand in his. Did she think he was that easy? He pulled away from her touch, meeting her surprised expression with one of mild disgust. “I am taken, I assure you. I sat beside you remembering her cries of passion as I took her and wishing I was inside her again. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend, but that is all you felt from me. You’ll have to get what you want from someone else.”

Had he ever, in the history of his existence, turned down a request for pleasure?

It was another thing he envied humanity. Freedom of choice.

He walked away from the dazed woman, ignoring The Mamas’ stares as he pushed through the guests surging forward to congratulate the happy couple. All his attention was focused on getting to Bethany.

An image filled his mind, so real that for a moment he found himself in another place and time.

She was crying as she raced from his room. Why had she come now? He’d just woken up to realize there was a naked woman in his bed. A woman who hadn’t been there when he’d fallen asleep. Before he could demand an explanation, the woman he loved beyond reason had opened the door, stumbling as if he’d dealt her a physical blow.

“Marcel. You promised me.”

He threw on his clothes and raced after her but it was too late. She’d never believe him now. She’d never trust him again. Maybe it was better this way.

Isabel. He’d lost Isabel.

“No.” BD shook his head angrily, coming back to the present, urgency quickening his steps. He didn’t know where these visions were coming from, but if they were trying to tell him he had to give Bethany up, that she was better off without him? They could go to Hell.

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