I burst out laughing. “Jesus! Tell me you don’t have strippers and beer kegs and all that fraternity stuff lined up.”
He laughed, too. “I don’t know what’s lined up. My older cousin Sam is my best man, and he’s got the whole thing planned out in secret. Him and his buddies are gonna pick me up at my house and drive there. I have to be blindfolded, and they’re taking me off to their underground dungeon.”
I couldn’t stop laughing. “Then you definitely need a man in your corner. I’ll make sure you don’t get the alien probe or anything horrendous like that.”
“Thanks. I knew I could count on you.”
I got serious. “I’m really happy for you, man. I can’t wait to meet your girl.”
“You’re gonna love her. Everybody loves her, and she and Victoria have had their heads stuck together for six weeks. I’m also not allowed to see the dress or the cake, and I’m not allowed to see Mandy for forty-eight hours before the ceremony.”
My guts twisted in knots when he mentioned Victoria, but I couldn’t come right out and ask about her. She would be at the engagement party. I would see her there.
I would definitely not love Mandy as much as I loved Victoria. Who wouldn’t love a girl as sexy and feisty and smart as her? Of course, I cou
ldn’t tell Charlie that, though.
“I’ll see you Saturday,” Charlie was saying. “We’ll catch up on everything. It’s gonna be great to see you. It’s gonna be just like old times like you never left.”
“I can’t wait. Talk to you soon.”
I hung up, and that was the end of my workday. I spent the rest of the daydreaming about over Victoria.
What would it be like to see her again? She would flash me her bright eyes across the table. Her eyes would wander down to my mouth and neck. My eyes would wander down to her bright red lips and her cleavage rising and falling with her breath.
That body, those eyes, those lips—I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I had to see her. I had to get her alone just one more time. Once I saw her, the chemistry would take over. I never had any doubts about that.
I was glad I lived in the same town as this wedding. I had my own place to take Victoria once I got my hands on her. I needed a quiet room overlooking the city. I needed a nice clean white bed to undress her on.
I felt my pants tighten as thoughts about bending her over on the bed raced through my mind. Fuck. There I went getting hard thinking about her again. Nothing would satisfy me but her. Come to think of it, nothing ever had. No woman ever captivated me since the last time I saw her. When was the last time I saw her? I couldn’t even remember.
I didn’t know how to appreciate her back then. All I cared about was my cock. I didn’t know how to savor every inch of her glorious self. I didn’t know how to enjoy the ache of needing her or dreaming about her, or that tightness in my balls only she could satisfy.
Man, I needed her right this minute. I needed her on her knees in front of my office chair. I needed to see her immaculate breasts hanging over when she crawled towards me. I needed to see her eyes burning with erotic fire when she unbuckled my pants; her lips pouting and her nostrils flaring with pent-up desire.
I needed to feel her hands gliding up my legs to my crotch. I needed to feel her warm flesh all over my chest and her white arms around my middle. That woman made me weak in the knees, but she never used her power. She cuddled close and made herself tiny and vulnerable to me. She always let me overpower her and collapsed into me like vanilla ice cream dissolving on my tongue.
Why did I let her slip away? I should have kept her in the first place. Now I had to go through several weeks of wondering what she would be like. She might be married to some other lucky bastard by now. Fuck. That would be my worst nightmare.
I shrugged my shoulders when I realized it wouldn’t matter if she were married to someone else. I had to have her. I had to get her for myself. No torture could be worse than seeing her with somebody else. I don’t think I could live in a world knowing some other guy was touching her skin and worshiping her curves when I couldn’t.
I wasted too many years with my head in the sand when I could have been enjoying myself with her. I shouldn’t have run the risk of her changing into something any less attractive and desirable. I nursed too many fevered dreams about her. I couldn’t cope if the reality didn’t match my fantasies.
How would I get through a whole weekend of wedding and family get-togethers with her and not let Charlie know there was ever anything between us? Messing around with Victoria in high school or around the college dorms was one thing. This was going to be a whole different kettle of fish. Charlie wouldn’t let me out of his sight. I’d be chained to his side for the whole weekend.
Thank God, he didn’t ask me to be his best man. Being his best friend and trying to sneak off with his sister at the same time was already more than I could handle.
4
Victoria
I smoothed my dress down my hips in front of the mirror and fixed my hair. Charlie didn’t tell me anything about the guest list, but I had a gut feeling Brady would be at the engagement party. I would make him regret he ever turned his back on me.
I pushed my bust up so my cleavage spilled out of my top. He always like that, and I could make him hard just throwing my chest around. I would make him wish we were still together. I might even twist the knife by hitting on some other guy at the party.
I strutted out into the sea of voices and bodies moving all around. The groomsmen stood in one corner with Charlie. Dozens of relatives filled the living room at my uncle’s house, but I didn’t see Brady anywhere.
I waded into the mix. People stopped to greet me on all sides. I hugged my relatives and introduced myself to people I never saw before. Half the people in the place belonged to Mandy’s family. I saw some of my own cousins I hadn’t seen in years and barely recognized. There were spouses of people who got married or moved across the country. There were some of Mandy’s friends from work. There was just about everybody, except the one person I kept searching for.