Page 43 of Wedding Games
‘North Pole?’ Charlie asked.
Valentina snorted, which set Zoe off giggling.
‘What?’ Charlie asked.
‘Zoe’s visiting Rory’s north pole after the reception,’ Valentina replied.
‘Well, if you ask nicely,’ Charlie said to her, ‘I’ll show you the south one in a bit. It’s bigger and better.’
‘Bollocks,’ Rory grumbled.
‘We could get them out during dinner for an objective assessment?’ Charlie said.
‘No!’ chorused Zoe and Valentina.
‘It’ll be like comparing our speeches,’ Charlie continued. ‘Yours is tiny and limp, whereas mine is long, meaty, and impressive.’
Rory shook his head. ‘Is it too late to sack you and give your job to Jamie instead?’
‘Jamie? He can hardly string a sentence together in public,’ Charlie retorted.
‘Exactly,’ Rory replied, then sighed. ‘Promise me you won’t go full dickhead?’
‘When have I ever let you down?’
‘Well—’
‘Actually, don’t answer that,’ Charlie interrupted. ‘I won’t offend anyone, I promise.’
‘Charlie, why are your fingers crossed?’ Valentina asked.
‘Sweetheart! Seriously? Whose team are you on here?’ Charlie cried.
‘Team Zoe,’ Valentina replied with a grin.
Zoe leaned forward, high-fived Valentina, then looked at Charlie.
‘Put your foot down, Hamilton,’ she said. ‘We need to get to the castle before everyone else so we can sort the tiara out and get ready for the receiving line.’
‘Yes, Ma’am,’ he replied. ‘Or should that be “yes, Mrs MacGinley”?’
Zoe squealed with excitement. ‘Yes, Mrs MacGinley is correct.’
She sat back next to Rory and kissed his cheek. He turned his head, cupping her face as his lips found hers. She gasped and he deepened the kiss. Her tongue swept into his mouth and his cock jerked impatiently under his kilt. Desire roared through him like an inferno.
‘Jesus wept,’ Charlie said. ‘Can you just wait another ten sodding minutes?’
Zoe broke the kiss, breathing heavily, her eyes flooded with lust.
‘Not really,’ she replied, her gaze still on Rory, her fingers grazing his leg under the hem of his kilt.
Charlie sped up. ‘Well see if you can manage five. But if I run us off the road and we all die in a fireball, I want everyone to know it’s all your fault.’
‘Deal,’ Zoe replied, now nuzzling Rory’s neck.
He forced himself to stay still, every muscle in his body straining to reach her as the car ate up the miles back to Kinloch.
As the Rolls glided to a halt in front of the castle, Rory leapt out and ran to Zoe’s side of the car. In a moment she was in his arms and he was striding towards the front doors.
