Page 77 of Father of the Bride

“Kez? What are you doing?”

The lock clicked, then he was on her, his lips on her neck.

“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?”

“What if somebody sees?” she whined, pressing into him.

“Every time he touches you, that shit pisses me off.”

Sunny moaned as his fingers found her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress.

“Somebody’s gonna notice.”

He answered that with a kiss—hot, needy, desperate, and unrelenting. In spite of herself, she wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed him to lift her onto the counter.

She managed to stay quiet while he fucked her senseless, but he didn’t. She finally had to choke him just to shut him up.

And he liked it.

Davion’s grandparents gushed over the happy couple. Brooklyn was polite and gracious, as she’d been taught, but her mind was elsewhere.

“Exciting times,” his grandmother was saying. “Oh, where’d your mom run off to? I have something for her.”

Davion’s eyes went to his mother’s place at the table. Brooklyn’s went to her father’s.

“You know what? I don’t know,” he said. “I’ll go find her for you.”

“Um, actually, I think I heard her say she was headed to the ladies room.” Brooklyn stood abruptly. “I need to go myself. I’ll tell her you’re looking for her.”

Brooklyn rushed down the hall, her lips curling in disgust. It wasn’t like her father to be this reckless.

She stopped short when she reached the end of the hallway, dreading walking around the corner. She didn’t want to see—or worse,hear—anything gross.

So she waited.

A few minutes later, the two emerged looking disheveled and happy, stopping abruptly when they rounded the corner.

“Hey!” her father said, far too loud and enthusiastic for the circumstance.

“Surprised?”

He glanced at Sunny. “No. Just—“

“Look, save it. I already know. Davion’s grandmother is looking for you, and by the way, when y’all leave at the same time, it’s hella obvious and embarrassing.”

Sunny smiled, nodded, and brushed past her.

Brooklyn’s sucked her teeth when her father didn’t even have the decency tonotstare at Sunny’s ass when she walked away.

“So gross,” she said. “Truly. I wish I didn’t know. I’m nauseous. All those petit fours are about to go to waste.”

Mark laughed. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m not. I don’tcare, necessarily, but I kinda…do.”

He sighed. “She was my first love, Brook.”

“Wait…what?”

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