He didn’t get a chance to act as right then and there, a pie hit him square in the face. He had time to close his eyes, but as he opened them, he felt the pie slide down his face.
Staring at the kid, Dom saw he was a large one, muscular. The pie hadn’t hurt, but seeing the smile, Dom wasn’t impressed.
Until he heard Sage’s laughter. “Good one, Brian.”
She went silent, and Dom turned to see she was indeed covered with pie.
When she opened her eyes, he saw the humor.
“Come on, Dom, stop being the boss and have fun. I didn’t bring you along today to judge everyone and everything. Just have some fun.”
So, he let go.
He got hit by three more pies, and so did Sage. The stall finally closed after a teacher got the last one.
Sage came away from the stall, hand on her stomach, laughing, as she watched him. “You find something funny?”
“You should have seen your face when that first pie hit. You looked like you were going to hurt someone.”
“I wanted to.”
“Lick your lips. They’re good pies.”
He licked his lips but shook his head.
“Come on, stop being a spoilsport. It’s good.”
“It’s not good.”
“Yes, it is, and you know it.” She pulled some of the excess pie off her and threw it at him.
“Two can play that game.” They started to throw pie at each other, and he couldn’t stop laughing.
Sage was infectious, and he couldn’t stop, not even if he wanted to. The pie was good, and as he caught her because she tried to run away, she pushed her hand against his face, rubbing pie in.
They were so close, and he was staring into her eyes. Shocking blue, hypnotic, and so beautiful.
Time stood still.
The fair, the kids, it all was happening behind him, but for now, all he saw were her lips, her eyes, and he felt this overwhelming need to kiss her.
They didn’t have any cameras. Their parents weren’t here to orchestrate everything. They didn’t have the pressure of their wedding, and for once, he wasn’t thinking about the pressures of the company.
In this moment, all he wanted to do was to kiss her.
To feel those lips against his.
So he did.
Slamming his lips down on hers, he heard her slight gasp, and he closed his eyes, sliding his tongue across her mouth. She opened to him, and he plunged inside, deepening the kiss.
He gave it his all, kissing her hard, feeling an answering pulse in his dick.
Sage held his arms, kissing him back, and it felt so good, better than good.
He’d always believed a kiss was overrated, but one touch of Sage’s lips, and he wanted more.
There was sudden whistling, and kissing noises all around them.
Sage broke off from the kiss and turned her head. “Not fair,” she said.
The kids dispersed, but he couldn’t help but smile.
“Well, well, well, I’d say this was the best date I’ve been on.”
“Best date? This isn’t a date,” she said.
“I don’t know. Pie, kisses, kids, I’d say so.”
She giggled. “I think it’s time we got the pie off and finished helping out.”
He held her close, not letting her go. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For inviting me today.”
“Are you enjoying it?”
He waited a second, thinking about it before finally nodding. “Yeah, I am.”
“See, you’ve got it in you to have fun.”
And he intended to do it a lot more with Sage.
Chapter Four
Sage hated life. She hated mirrors, and above all else she hated seamstresses or whatever they were called. The women with the needle and thread. She had no idea what the woman was doing, but she was bored. Completely out of her comfort zone, and now she just wanted to go to what she usually did on a Friday and that was help out at the animal shelter. Her mother was eating into her writing time, but she’d make that up over the next couple of days. Her laptop was always ready for her whenever she needed to write. Today was one of her favorite volunteering days, especially at the shelter
She loved all kinds of animals. Dogs, cats, rabbits, guinea pigs. She wasn’t big on the whole reptile thing, but no one had brought any of those to be rehomed.
The animals just wanted to be loved, and helping them, showing them love, taking them for walks, it made her feel happy.
“You know I can’t believe this,” her mother said.
“What? This is the dress you picked,” Sage said, pointing at the length. If she wasn’t careful when she walked down the aisle, she’d trip and end up faceplanting the floor. That would be a great picture moment as she approached Dom.
Why are you even thinking this wedding is going to go through?
She had a plan to actually not attend her own wedding. She’d arrive, and while she was alone, she’d run away, getting as far away as possible so no one could drag her back to the church.