Page 7 of Insta-Hubby
I see her from the side first. Her brown hair is slightly tousled, like she’s been running around all morning, and it falls in elegant waves down her back. I swallow hard and I feel my cock stiffen when she turns, sees me, and presses her back to the window of a bridal boutique and bites down on the corner of her bottom lip.
Fuck, she issexy.
I slow my jog down to a walk, and her eyes meet mine.
Her deep, dark brown eyes are swimming. They are crystal clear and bright and I feel like I am fuckingfloatingtoward her.
I feel the group of women behind me slowing down to meet my pace, and Evan zips his Vespa up onto the sidewalk, cutting the engine and taking his helmet off.
And thisbridestanding in front of me is still all I can see.
Her lips, her eyes, her face, her fuckingbody. She’s the most forbidden girl I’ve ever seen, and I’ve never wanted anyone like I want her in this moment.
So when I pass her, I’ll just keep walking.
She isn’t mine. She can neverbemine.
She’s someone else’s.
And it’s a damn shame, isn’t it?
I walk past her, and when I get close to her, I can feel her breathing. It’s like I can feel her heart beating inside her chest.
But I just keep walking. I have a job to do. I’m here for this photo shoot. I’m here so I can have good, new content for my followers.
But when I turn my head back to the angel in the white gown, she’s still looking at me. She looks confused, almost, and why wouldn’t she be? I admit this looks a little ridiculous, how I have all these women following me.
“Excuse me,” I say, doubling back to talk to her. “I just wanted to say congratulations to you. Your husband is a very lucky man.”
She smiles and cocks her head slightly to the side, biting down on her lip. Her eyes are still bright and clear and they’re smiling, but she looks like I’ve told her she looks good in her roller derby outfit.
She looks at me like I’m crazy.
“Oh,” she finally says, shaking her head and looking down. She smooths one hand over the big skirt of her dress. “Right. I keep forgetting I’m wearing this thing.”
“This thing?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at her. “I thought this was the most important day of your life.”
“Sorry,” she says, putting her hand out to shake mine. “I’m not a bride. I just play one on the internet.”
When our hands touch, I feel a spark inside my chest, like my heart is being kicked into gear, jump-started and revved up.
And that’s only the feeling inside my chest. The rest of my body is doing something else entirely. I feel my cock beginning to stiffen at the simple touch of this young woman’s delicate hand, and I want to erase the distance between us and pull her into my arms, kiss her.
“You play a bride on the internet,” I repeat to her, her small hand still inside mine. “Care to elaborate on that a bit?”
“Duh, yeah,” she replies. “I’m a wedding dress model. I model for this boutique’s website. And when we have fittings with the brides I have to try on some of the dresses for the girls.”
“So this isn’t the most important day of your life, then. Is that right, miss?”
“Right,” she replies, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Just an ordinary day for me. I don’t even have a boyfriend. But you...you look like you have your hands full.”
She stands on her tiptoes and looks past my shoulder to the group of women standing behind me. I turn and wave to the ladies.
“Believe it or not, it’s just an ordinary day for me too,” I say.
The girl in front of me tips her chin down and taps her bottom lip. Jesus, she makes this little gesture look so deliciouslysexy.
“You really have no idea who I am, do you?” I ask.
