Page 75 of Stay With Me
“I’ll say nice things about Noah, though.” Damien smirks.
“I like him,” I tell them with a cheeky grin. “He should come ’round more often.”
“Don’t get any ideas. He’s too old for you,” Noah warns in a hushed whisper.
I motion toward Fisher, who’s literally twice her age. Not that I’m after Damien, but I don’t like the hypocrisy.
“That’s different.” She shrugs.
“Just for that, my speech will now be going as planned.”
When I lean back and look down the line, my gaze catches Tripp’s, who’s also leaning back to look at me. He holds my stare before slowly lowering his gaze down my body and biting his lip. Once our eyes meet again, he mouths, “Mine.” Then flicks his gaze toward Damien with a scowl.
I hold back laughter and smile at his jealousy over a man I have no interest in. But just to fuck with him, I arch a brow and mouth, “Prove it.”
His eyes darken as if I just gave him a dare he refuses to back out on. But then people start coming down the line to congratulate the newlyweds, and I focus on greeting everyone. A few minutes pass, and I hear a faint, “excuse me, comin’ through,” and notice Tripp walking behind the wedding party as he makes his way toward me.
What the hell is he doing?
“Noah?” Tripp grabs her attention, then hands her a mini water bottle. “Don’t want ya to get dehydrated being out in the sun.”
“Aw, thanks.” She gushes as she takes it from him.
Then instead of making his way back, he squeezes between me and Damien. “You mind if I stand here?” he asks him.
“Sure.” Damien’s brows pinch together as he shimmies over to make space.
Tripp’s all broad shoulders and puffs out his chest as he presses close to me. Then the arrogant asshole smirks down at me and winks. “Hey, Sunny.”
I shake my head as I look away so he doesn’t see my smile.
God, that was hot.
But I’m not admitting that to him.
It takes a good twenty-five minutes for everyone to go through the line. Although the guests consist of mostly close friends and family, they chat our ears off congratulating the couple and gushing about how beautiful the ceremony was. WhileI agree, standing in these heels without moving gets uncomfortable.
“Nicely played,” I finally tell him when we’re free to break away from the tent. “Where’d you get that bottle anyway?”
“One of the guests gave it to me because, and I quote, ‘was lookin’ a little flushed.’”
I snort out a laugh. “Better quit starin’ at me or you’ll be gettin’ that comment all night long.”
“Can’t help it.” He leans in closer as we walk side by side and then whispers, “You look so fuckin’ beautiful.”
My heart ramps up every time he says those words to me, but right now it’s in overdrive.
We have a good twenty minutes to kill while Noah and Fisher get their photos taken, so I grab his hand when we’re out of view and pull him toward the family barn. It’s the closest private spot and beggars can’t be choosers.
“What’re you doin’?” He smirks as I lead us to the tack room.
“Stealin’ you for a few.”
“You know, we could just tell everyone, and we wouldn’t haveta hide,” he suggests.
“But I like keepin’ you to myself. Plus, sneakin’ around is kinda hot.” I lower my hand to his zipper and feel his growing erection. “And I think you like it, too.”
“That’s just from you, sweetheart.” He groans when I palm his cock. “But then I could at least claim you out in the open so handsy guys stay away from you.”
