Page 65 of Win You Over
After a much needed shower, in which I sucked every last drop of cum from my sexy companion, I throw on my sweats and head downstairs to check on my parents and sister, while Holden gets ready for the wedding.
There’s chaos in the entry hall as Nadine and her bridesmaids do the final touch ups to their makeup, and my mom tries to capture photos. The front door is open and I catch a glimpse of my dad talking to a man dressed in a baby blue suit, a white limo behind him.
Nadine looks incredible in a knee-length form fitting white dress, with a lace overlay that spreads down her arms. Her hair is up in a bun, decorated with tiny yellow daisy pins.
“Nadine,” I say, placing my arms on her shoulders and turning her towards me.
“You look amazing.”
“Thank you,” she replies, her eyes sparkling and her lips tipped in a glossy smile.
“Seriously, Gremlin, you clean up nice.” She laughs and punches me in the arm.
“You look glowing but typically, not ready,” she muses, taking in my partially dressed form.
I wave a hand behind me. “It’ll take me ten minutes to get ready.”
“If you don’t get sidetracked by that man of yours.” She rolls her eyes when I shrug. “Remington Curtis Langford,do notbe late for my wedding.”
“I would never,” I say, pulling Nadine into a hug.
“I’m really proud of you,” I whisper in her ear. “And I love you very much.”
“I love you too, little brother.”
She pulls back and dabs under her eye with the tip of her finger.
“Don’t make me cry,” she says. “Go get ready.”
“Yes, boss.” After kissing her forehead, I turn around and hurry back up the stairs.
The sight that greets me sends my heart soaring, banging against the confines of my chest.
“You look…” I don’t know the word to describe how stunning Holden is.
He peers down, his hand running over the fabric of his mint green linen shirt.
“Is this okay?”
Closing the distance between us, I pull him against me.
“Fuck, baby. You look incredible.”
He’s dressed in white linen shorts, and his shirt is a button up, left open at the top, to give a glimpse of his fair skin beneath. A small purple hickey is visible when he moves, and I preen a little at the reminder that I put it there. His hair, which is usually an unruly mess, has been tied back into a bun, a few strands hanging loose around his face.
“Wow,” I say, looking into his dark brown eyes and bringing my hand to his chin, leaning in and whispering my lips over his.
“You’re perfect. I’m incredibly lucky that you’re my date today.”
His smile grows against my own.
“I have one issue, though.” I drop my hand to his neck, tracing a finger over the bruise.
“What?” he asks, his eyelashes fluttering.
“I am far too tempted to strip that shirt off of you right now and leave you more of these.”
His blush grows and I move my hand lower, slowly toying with a button.
