“Ladies and Gentlemen, Mrs. Chase Hart!”
The crowd goes apeshit as Laney comes into better view behind her, and they all dance in sync like they’ve been doing it for years. She looks sexy as hell manipulating her body left and right, jutting her boots out to carry her sway. My heart painfully pounds in my chest as I watch them all dance like it’s their fucking job.
“Okay, I’ll admit, this is good,” Hatorade says next to me.
“Yeah, it is,” I whisper, unable to rip my eyes off the sexy wet dream in boots. The only girl in the world as far as I’m concerned.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the maid of honor, Elaine Renee Cox!”
I grin because I know she hates her full name, but it doesn’t seem to bother her as she shimmies in step with the rest of the bridal party as their names are called out one by one.
When Devin finally makes it to Chase, he’s waiting with open arms, and she dives into them. He devours her mouth, leading the rest of the room to cheers while something inside me snaps and I make a beeline for the maid of honor.
Laney sees me just before I reach her, and I grab her hand, leading her toward the exit.
“Oh my God, my dress is tucked in my panties, isn’t it? I thought I felt too much air down there,” she says, fumbling behind to keep up with me.
Unable to manage a word, I drag her through the endless crowd of buzzing Texans.
“Theo, where are we going, what’s wrong?”
Outside the reception, in the hall, I pin her against the wall, grip her chin, and hear her breath catch just before I crush my mouth to hers. It’s a bold statement, and I’m making it in front of the drunker half of the wedding with zero fucks to give. As far as I’m concerned, the minute our lips touch nothing can touch us.
Capturing her surprise and using it, I slide my tongue against hers, and she opens, letting me have full access while she fists the top of my jacket, to pull me in. Relief covers me briefly, and I kiss her my confession. I kiss her long and hard to show her everything I’ve been hiding, everything I’m feeling. I kiss her so deeply, I’m unsure if I’ll ever be able to tear myself away. She clings to me, going limp as I plunge my tongue in again, and again, my heart soaring, my head surprisingly calm as I grow unbearably hard. She rips at my hair, kissing me back with equal fervor as I hoist up her leg a little grinding into her to show her just how much I want her.
When I finally pull away, I brave a look down at her and see wide-eyed wonder.
“I won’t apologize for doing that.”
“No apology necessary,” she says, her voice raspy, filled with lust.
“I should have done that a long time ago.”
“I wanted you to, really.” She darts a nervous glance over my shoulder. “I’m glad you did it when you did.”
I bend my head so we’re eye level, my gaze intent on hers. “I’m sensing a but—”
“My mom, she’s uh, standing like four feet away.” I drop my head to her shoulder and can’t help my chuckle.
“Fuck.” Turning my head to buy time due to the tent in my pants, I see an older replica of Laney clutching her chest like she’s expecting her heart to fail any second. Grabbing Laney’s hand with one of my own, I adjust my angry cock with the other a split second before I turn to meet her mother’s gaze, her brows reaching her hairline. She’s probably never seen her daughter get kissed like that. And I’m praying to God that her eyes remain on my face.
“Mom,” Laney’s voice squeaks as we approach. “This is Theo Houseman.”
She narrows her eyes on her daughter. “Just the friend, huh?”
“It’s, uh,” her eyes focus on me the second I interrupt, “Nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Cox.”
“You just massaged my daughter’s tonsils with your tongue, Mr. Houseman, and you’re wearing her lip gloss. Call me, Deidra.”
I wipe the shine from my lips. “Yes, ma’am.”
“So,” she says, shaking her head as if to get the illicit image of us out. “Do you kiss all your friends this way?”
“No, ma’am.”
“I see.” She trains her gaze on her daughter. “Laney’s had nothing but good things to say about you.”
“I’m really fond of her, as well.”