Page 72 of For the Promise

“Ithought I’d seen it all growing up on Smuggler’s Hideaway,” I say as I escort Blossom from the ceremony toward where the drinks and dinner are happening.

“Jenny was right. Emily can’t handle her tequila.” Blossom giggles. “I thought Stacey was going to lose her mind when her bridesmaid threw up in the potted plant. But I didn’t expect her to start screaming at Emily.”

“Or for her to slap Alan when he interfered to calm her down.” The slap was loud. It sounded painful.

“You should never tell a woman in a full-blown hissy fit to calm down.”

“Duly noted.”

“Still, she shouldn’t have slapped him. I thought their marriage was over before it began.”

“My brothers would have already started a betting sheet on how long the marriage lasts.” Normally, I find my brothers a bitoverly anxious to start bets, but in this case, I wouldn’t blame them.

“I give them three months.” Blossom leans close to whisper, “Less if the lawsuit gets dismissed sooner.”

“Do you think Stacey is with him for his money?” I ask as we enter the room where the reception is being held.

She sweeps her arm over the room. “This can’t have been cheap.”

She’s right. I’m not interested in material things but even I can recognize how expensive the centerpieces, aisle florals, tablecloths, and plates are. Not to mention how there are two wedding planners running around. How much money is Blossom’s inheritance anyway?

“Why do you suddenly appear constipated?” Blossom’s nose wrinkles. “Do you need to use the restroom? We passed one on our way here.”

“I’m not constipated.”

She circles my face. “This is the appearance of a constipated man.”

I blow out a breath. “I’m not constipated. I have a question for you, but I think it’s inappropriate to ask.”

“If it’s whether I’m wearing panties, the answer is yes. I’m wearing a thong.”

I groan. I was having a hard enough time keeping my cock under control with the dress she’s wearing. It hugs her curves in all the right places. Curves I’ve touched with my hands and mouth. Curves, I’m anxious to touch again.

And now I know she’s wearing a thong. A thong that leaves her ass cheeks free. Blossom has a magnificent ass. I want to watch it bounce while I plunge into her from behind.

“You’re cruel.”

She bats her eyelashes. “Me? I’m only trying to help you out since you’re afraid to ask your question.” She taps her chin. “Is it whether I’m wearing a bra? I’m not.”

My cock springs to life. It hardens and lengthens before pressing against my zipper, intent on getting to Blossom.

I step closer to her until we’re chest to chest. Her breath hitches, and her breasts rub against my chest. Breasts I now know aren’t constrained in a bra.

“You’re lucky we’re in public,” I growl.

She widens her eyes and feigns innocence. “Yeah? Why?”

“Because otherwise I’d bend you over the nearest table and fuck you from behind.”

Her brown eyes darken to burnt umber as a blush spreads from her cheeks down her neck to the top of her dress. My cock hardens until it’s harder than steel.

“Who’s stopping you?”

“I’m not an exhibitionist.”

Her shoulders drop. “Darn.”

“You’re trouble.” I palm her neck and squeeze.

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