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I rush to cover my mistake. “No, you’re right. It’s a crazy idea.”
He reaches over and covers my hand with his. His massive bear paw of a hand dominating my own. I look up into his deep blue eyes. “There’s nothing I’d like more in the world than to take you to your sister's wedding,” he says. “It would be my honor.”
Chapter Four
Colt
I step into the shower and let the steaming hot water cascade over my body.
It’s Saturday, and in less than a few hours I’ll be standing side by side with Olivia in a church. She’ll be wearing a dress. I’ll be wearing a tuxedo. Especially hired for the occasion.
It’s been a long time since I’ve worn anything so fancy. And although it’s kind of a high-pressure first date, I’m more than up to the challenge.
All the guys at the station have been teasing me. It’s like I’ve been walking around on cloud nine ever since I asked Olivia out.
They’re used to me walking around with a scowl on my face. My huge muscles rippling under my shirt. Now they’ve started calling me the BFG.
I grip my cock and think back to the last time I saw Olivia in her bakery. She looked so damn cute. I could tell she was nervous. Heck, I was nervous, too. It’s not every day you get to ask your future wife out on a first date. But more than her nervousness, it’s her body that sticks in my mind. Her infectious smile, too.
Every night I’ve gone to bed thinking bout her. I’ve dreamed about her. I’ve woken up with her still on my mind.
I hardly know the girl, but it’s like Cupid’s arrow has shot straight through my heart.
She has me spellbound.
She’s the woman of my dreams, and I’m lucky to have found her.
I’d all but given up on love. One terrible relationship after another. Watching all my friends get married and settle down. It’s been like a constant taunt.
But deep down, I knew I’d find my soulmate. It was just a matter of time. I just wish I hadn’t had to wait so long.
I tug my shaft, picturing her naked in the shower with me. I imagine spinning her around and cupping her breasts in my hand. I imagine sliding into her tight, wet pussy. Feeling her inner walls clamp down around my hardness.
When I cum, my semen spurts across the shower and lands on the glass door. Like a Jackson Pollock painting. It’s thick, white cream sliding down into the drains as I cover myself with shower gel and make sure I’m clean and smelling good.
Getting out of the shower, I put on some music. My hips sway from left to right as I shave. My skin burning as I slap on some aftershave.
The tux I’ve hired is on my bed. I have to watch a YouTube video to teach me how to tie the knot on the bow tie, but once I’m done I look in the mirror and can’t help but smile. Can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have Olivia standing next to me in a white dress. A priest between us. Reading the wedding vows to each other. Telling each other how much we love each other and making an eternal promise, bonding our lives together, in front of all our friends and family.
I check my watch and realize I still have an hour until I need to leave. I lay a towel on the couch so I don’t get any dirt on my suit, put my feet up on the table, and watch some TV. My legs are fidgety. My palms damp. I haven’t been this nervous in years.
I’m just about to put on my shoes when my phone rings. The caller ID says it’s the station, and my stomach instantly drops.
“Cole,” I growl down the phone.
I listen as the chief tells me I have to come in. There’s been an incident. It’s all hands on deck. Some of the other officers are out sick or on leave. He knows what this date means to me. I told him yesterday when we were having a coffee together.
“You have to be kidding me,” I say, but this is no joke.
This is my life. It’s the job I signed up for. It’s one of the reasons my relationships have always failed. I just hope it doesn’t cost me my chance with Olivia.
I rip off my tuxedo in a furious rage. Throwing it on the floor in a crumpled pile. I keep trying to call Olivia, but her phone’s out of range.
This is the worst thing that could have happened. She’s expecting me. Counting on me. The thought of standing her up makes me sick. But there’s nothing I can do about it. It's not my fault that crime never sleeps. I just hope she’ll understand. Hope she’ll be able to forgive me. Hope she’ll give me another chance. Because I can’t imagine what my life will be like, knowing she’s out there, but out of my reach.
“Hey,” I say, trying to unclench my jaw as I leave her a voicemail. I don’t want her to hear the hulk-like anger that is coursing through my veins. I never want her to see that side of me. I punch my steering wheel, wishing I could talk to her instead of leaving a stupid message. “I’m sorry.” I crack my neck and turn the ignition in my car, trying to find the words, but coming up blank. “Something’s come up. I can’t make it. Please call me.”
Chapter Five
