Page 69 of Faking It with the Firefighter

I’d misjudgedAbigail’s full-size bed. It was a good excuse to keep her wrapped up in my arms all night long. Not that I needed an excuse. I never wanted to get out of this bed. Now that I had Abigail in my arms for real, I didn’t want to let her go. Ever. I held her tighter.

She stirred in my arms. “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” I kissed the top of her bare shoulder and curled my fingertips over her soft stomach.

“Somebody’s awake,” she said, pressing her backside against my cock, which was wide awake and craving her.

“Mmhmm.” My hand slid down between her legs, and she let out a soft moan.

“Don’t you have to get ready for the wedding, best man?”

“Not for a few hours.” I slid my finger into the waistband of those tiny, silky sleep shorts I enjoyed so much and pulled at the fabric. The only thing standing in the way.

“Then we have plenty of time.” She rolled over and kissedme, caressing the back of my neck. My body began to tingle with excitement. This was going to be a very good morning.

Bang, bang, bang!

“Rex, are you up?” Donny called from the other side of the door. Then there was a scratch and a faint meow. “I need your help with something. It’s important.”

“Just a second!” I called back.

“Your brother has the worst timing,” Abigail said, running her hands up my chest.

“Tell me about it.” I took her hands in mine and kissed her fingers. “But it’s his wedding day. Let me go see what he wants.”

I slipped into a pair of pants and opened the door. Winston practically flew inside the room and onto the bed. I just hoped he wasn’t planning to leave any surprises on my side. “What’s wrong, Donny?” I asked.

“It’s my wedding vows,” he said, glancing over his shoulder as if to check if Blair was lurking.

“What about them?”

“I haven’t started yet, and the wedding’s in four hours. Blair’s going to kill me.”

I let out a sigh. “Give me a second, okay?” I shut the door and grabbed a shirt.

“Rex to the rescue again?” Abigail asked, her bare shoulders peeking out of the sheets. I could tell by the sardonic tone of her voice that she wasn’t impressed with me. But Donny needed my help, and it was his wedding day. “I thought you were a firefighter, not an editor,” Abigail joked, stroking her cat. Winston blinked at me, and his face said,Good job, asshole.

“Well, today, I’m the best man, so duty calls.” I pressed my knuckles into the mattress and leaned over her. “I’ll make it up toyou tonight. I promise.” I kissed her, tugging her bottom lip with my teeth as I pulled away.

“You’d better, Rex Montgomery.”

Donny didn’t want to talk about the vows anywhere near Blair. And since she and the other bridesmaids had taken over most of Abigail’s house, there wasn’t anywhere safe. So I took him for coffee and cinnamon rolls at the Magnolia Café.

“What are you boys doing here?” Sophie asked, setting down two steaming mugs of coffee. “Shouldn’t you be putting on your tuxes?”

“Blair kicked us out. She doesn’t want me anywhere near her dress until the ceremony,” Donny offered, which was half true.

Sophie’s hand rested on her hip. “Hmm, I bet.” Donny hadn’t picked up on it, but I was getting the sense that Sophie wasn’t a fan of Blair’s either. But that hadn’t stopped her from agreeing to make the wedding cake.

As I watched Sophie throw Donny a glance and then carefully return her attention to the pastries she placed on the table for us, I wondered if the café owner was really as sugar sweet as she seemed. Maybe she had a bit of bite to her; I knew what it was like to be put in that kind of box, to be judged by your squeaky-clean reputation.

“How’s the cake coming?” I asked.

“It’s ready. I’ll be taking it over in about two hours,” she said.

“I can take it for you. Save you a trip?” I suggested.

She smiled and patted my shoulder. “Thanks, Rex, but a wedding cake can’t be transported in the back of a pickup truck. It’s a delicate process.”

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