“I’ll be there,” I said, clapping and walking toward the groomsmen’s limo.
Hopefully, I’d be there sweeping Miss Casey right off her feet. Why not pick up where we left off? It was hot, it was needy, and I couldn’t get her out of my head. I wasn’t looking for anything serious but I definitely wouldn’t mind replaying that Christmas Eve night. When we got to the reception, I had a seat at my table and watched Casey as she laughed and ate with the other girls. She was stunning. When I saw her get up to get a drink from the bar, I knew it was a good time to chat with her. I charismatically moved through the crowd and leaned on the bar next to her.
“Hey you,” I said, smiling.
“Hey there.” She laughed. “You are still as charming as ever.”
“I try.” I chuckled. She smiled at me as she took her drink. I swiped my hand down her arm and immediately felt a spark, the same spark I felt five years ago. She took a deep breath and stepped back, forcing a smile on her lips. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, but she seemed a bit distant. She was still sexy as hell, sweet, adorable as always. She laughed at my stupid jokes but she was also slightly removed from our conversation. I grinned and opened my mouth to invite her to sit with me but I was cut off by the MC announcing the bride and groom’s first dance. Casey shrugged her shoulders and smiled, turned, and went back to her own table.
I walked back to my seat and sat down, slightly perplexed by what just happened. Had things changed while I was away? Did she no longer have any kind of emotions or feelings for me? Five years was a long time but since I hadn’t stopped thinking about her, I knew her feelings could still be on the surface too. She looked so sexy in that dress and her smile was more radiant than ever. All I wanted to do was get her out of that hot dress and have another steamy night of passion. For about an hour, I watched the festivities develop from the first dance and the cake cutting to the emotional dance with our uncle. When all had settled down and everyone was milling around, I looked up to see Casey sitting alone at the table, watching the couples dance on the dancefloor. I knew this was the perfect time to grab her and bring her close. The idea of holding her in my arms was too enticing to pass up. I walked around the crowd and came up behind her, tapping her on the shoulder.
“Excuse me Miss,” I said with a playful bow. “May I have this dance.”
She looked up at me and smiled shyly, nodding her head and reaching out for my hand. I draped her arm through mine as we walked on the dance floor. I spun her around and into my arms. She laughed as she crashed back into me, lifting her head and taking my hand. I reached around her waist and pulled her close, feeling her breasts heaving against my chest. She looked up at me with her big green eyes and my heart fluttered inside my chest. It felt like the first night we met, when the want and need between us was so thick we could barely breathe. As we danced across the floor, our eyes did not detach and for a minute, it felt like we were the only two in the room. I knew I had to have her again. I needed to feel her skin against mine, to taste her and feel her mouth wrapped around my cock.
Needing to set the mood, I pulled her even closer without caring that she would feel my half erection against her body. As her waist hit my crotch, her eyes widened and she bit her lip. A conflicted expression crossed her face. I leaned down and picked her up by the waist, letting her feet dangle as we swayed to the sound of the orchestra playing in the background. Her breathing was heavy against my neck and I buried my face in her hair, breathing in her sweet scent. I wanted another night of passion and lust. No, I needed another night of passion and lust and not with just anyone, with Casey. There might have been something going on in her head that I didn’t understand but at that moment, I didn’t care. All I cared about was making her feel wanted, sexy, and desirable.
As we swayed to the music, I could feel her suck in a deep breath and let it out hard. I feared she wasn’t feeling the same way as me but the way she clung tightly to my body, rubbing her lips against my neck, told a different story. I wasn’t sure what was wrong and I hoped I hadn’t done something to mess up this reunion already, though I didn’t see how I could have. Either way, I was going to enjoy having her in my arms until the song was over and then, hopefully, I would take her in my arms in my bed later tonight.
Chapter 4: Casey
This day has been nothing but a sea of raging emotions. I cry at weddings all the time but watching my best friend marry the love of her life, an amazing and extremely handsome fireman, I am simply beside myself. I watched their relationship grow over the years and I knew from their first real date that there was no going back for Miss Natalie. This guy swept her off her feet so fast I didn’t think she would ever touch back down. The way he protected her, respected her, and cherished her was something rarely found in today’s world. Seeing them together was perfect and it gave me hope that one day, I’d be just a
s happy.
On top of all that, the man I spent five long years pining for, finally surfaced and was back on my radar. I knew he was going to be here. He is Natalie’s only brother, so it would have been strange for him not to come. Still, my memory did not do him justice and when he flashed that damn smile at me from across the church, I almost collapsed right there in the aisle. I told myself over and over again that I needed to relax. It had been five years since we saw each other, there was no way he was going to be interested in me now. Just in case he was, I gave myself strict instructions to keep my distance. Things became very different in my life after he left and I knew I couldn’t just welcome him back with open arms, or legs for that matter. Then, he looked at me with those deep blue eyes and I’m pinned, unable to move, or even breathe. I’m right back where I was, completely vulnerable to his charms.
I was strong. I learned so much over the last five years but it was like all it disappeared with just one look from Dex. I didn’t know whether to be angry at myself or just accept that I was human and this was bound to happen. Either way, I knew I had to keep my wits about me and not give into him like I did last time. It was easier said than done as I hung from his neck, my face buried in his shoulder, and his arms wrapped tightly around me. I kept sighing to keep myself from bursting into tears, everything was very overwhelming. His scent was so familiar, like we were back on that couch underneath the pale twinkling Christmas lights, downing hazelnut liqueur and throwing caution to the wind. The feeling of his skin on mine was still fresh in my mind and just being close to him, his hips against me, an obvious erection in his pants, was so tantalizing I could barely take it. However, knowing where our first encounter led, I knew I had the willpower to resist.
As the song slowly came to an end, Dex held on to me, squeezing me tightly and breathing into my neck. I took a deep breath as he set me down gently on the ground. I looked up into his big blue eyes. He could tell something was wrong but I didn’t say a word. I smiled and turned to leave. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t talk, I just needed some space, and fast. He watched me shuffle off toward the bathroom, holding my hand against my chest. I didn’t know how to explain any of this to him. I rounded the corner and walked straight into the bathroom, stopping and gathering myself as I watched Natalie struggling with her dress. She looked up at me and smiled, breaking into a giggle. Just the sound of my best friend’s laugh made me feel better.
“What in the world are you doing?” I asked, looking at her twisted gown.
“I had to pee and no one was here to help so I stepped out of my dress for a minute to go. Now I can’t get it zipped.” She laughed, leaning against the wall and sweating slightly.
“Oh my god.” I burst into laughter. “You are a mess.”
I walked over and pulled her to her feet, turning her and straightening the gown while I connected the hooks she had somehow completely screwed up. I looked in the mirror as I pulled the zipper back up and tucked in the ribbons. She looked so happy and I didn’t want to ruin it but I needed to talk to someone.
“Your brother and I had a dance,” I said quietly.
“I know, I saw you,” she said, smirking.
“It's confusing,” I replied. “He’s been gone so long but it feels like he never left.”
“Are you okay?”
“Me? Yeah,” I said but it was a lie. “I mean sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Are you going to tell him about Seth?” I looked up at her as the words came out of her mouth, too shocked to even try and hide it. I came up with a full-proof lie about who Seth’s father was, how I got pregnant, the whole nine yards. I guess I should have realized I wouldn’t be able to keep it from Natalie, she knew me too well.
“I, how did you…no,” I finally stammered. “I mean, how would I even start that conversation? And God what if Seth was the one who got hurt? I’m not saying your brother is a bad guy but that is heavy and I just can’t take the chance of having him tell Seth, get close, and then leave again. Maybe when Seth is older.”
I leaned against the bathroom sink and took in a deep breath. How did everything get so complicated so fast? I came out here to celebrate my best friend’s marriage and I ended up having to face the thing I feared the most. I knew it was wrong to lie to Dex but we had made love once. It was my first time and then BAM, there I was with this adorable little person who I loved more than my own life. He was perfect in every way and I was terrified that Dex would somehow hurt him.
“I’m not saying my brother is a saint by any means,” Natalie said, holding my hand. “All I’m saying is he deserves to know. I will never say a word but I think that you should tell him eventually. At least promise me you’ll think about it.”
I nodded my head yes and closed my eyes as Natalie leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. She straightened her hair and wiped the sweat from her forehead before walking out of the bathroom. I stood there staring down at my hands, thinking about my little man at home with my mom. He was the best thing that ever happened to me and I would never want to see him hurt, or worse. What if Dex tried to take him from me? I could never let that happen. I had no misconceptions about Dex, I knew he was a billionaire businessman who traveled the world, lived freely, and had never been known to settle down. There was no doubt in my mind that he would want to know but I didn’t think for a second he would fall to his knees and pledge his loyalty to us.