Gotta Have Fate (Winslow Brothers)

“Charlotte, no.” I shake my head. “We’re not just deciding on some whim to leave our entire lives behind, and there’s no way I’m going to let you move out there without me.”

Her eyes widen, shock evident, and my heart threatens to pound its way outside of my chest.

I hate this. I hate fighting with her.

I reach up and grab her by the jaw as tears form in the corners of her eyes.

Fuck me, this is not how I pictured the night before my goddamn wedding going.

“Listen to me, baby,” I whisper softly, taking a gulp to make sure the earnestness of my next words is received. “I love you.”

She nods and then responds, her voice quivering slightly. “I love you too.”

“Right. So, let’s start there. Let’s get married tomorrow and start our lives together, here, with our family and friends. And then, I promise, baby, you and I, we’ll fight together to get you wherever you want to go, career or otherwise.”

She nods again, but her whole body shakes so hard it feels as if her face is going to slip right out of my hands.

I tighten my grip and pull her closer, needing the confirmation only she can give me. “Okay?” I question again.

“Okay.” Her lips vibrate as tears threaten to spill from her eyes, and I pull her even closer, pressing my lips to hers and speaking directly against them. “We’re going to be happy, Char. I promise.”

Our lips together, I sweep my tongue into her mouth, drinking deep as a means to soothe the ragged edges of my nerves. She returns the sentiment, wrapping her arms tightly around my shoulders and pressing her body completely into mine.

I’m just starting to get some semblance of control over my emotions when two obviously drunk voices call out from the entrance to the hall.

“There you are!” Ivy, one of Charlotte’s best friends, singsongs.

“We’ve been looking all over for you,” the other member of their trio, Harper, adds.

“Come on,” Ivy says, her laughter rolling down the hallway toward us a millisecond before her feet. I tuck my face into Charlotte’s throat and breathe deeply. What I wouldn’t fucking give not to be getting interrupted right now. “Save the lovey-dovey stuff for tomorrow night, you crazies! Tonight, you’re ours, Char!”

“Yeah,” Harper agrees. “Time with the groom is over. The next time you see each other will be at the end of the aisle.”

The idea of stepping away from Charlotte right now and slinking off to our respective bride and groom hotel suites at the Waldorf seems positively fucking dreadful.

But I know it’s one of the traditions she felt really strongly about us doing when she was planning everything, so I do it for her.

I pull away, placing one more tender kiss to her lips and then stepping back to look into her beautiful eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow, baby. I’ll be the one in the tux.”

She nods, swallows, and it looks like she has to work hard at pasting a smile to her face, and then finally, she lands on one that looks half genuine. “And I’ll be in the dress,” she says, voice a little too quiet for my liking, but even though it’s not the best sense of calm I’ve ever felt, I take it as my cue to move along.

Though, I press a deep kiss to her lips before I do.

“Love you,” I whisper against her mouth and then turn back toward Harper and Ivy. “I guess she’s all yours, ladies.”

They jump up and down, clapping their hands as they descend on Charlotte like a tiny swarm of bees.

She giggles a little, and it’s that final sound from my fiancée that releases some of the tension that’s managed to tighten my chest.

Squaring my shoulders, I head toward the end of the hall, back to the inside of the restaurant, where my brothers are probably waiting for me.

Tomorrow, Charlotte will be my wife, and all of this turmoil will have been like nothing but a bad dream.

Ty

Ivy moans as I undo my zipper, roll a condom on my dick, and skate my fingers up her long legs to lift up the hem of her red satin gown high enough that the extreme slit opens above her hips.

Hot prewedding sex with a bridesmaid is a long-standing fantasy I’m fucking thrilled to be checking off today, and the fact that we’re doing it in a quiet hallway, just off the beaten path in Remy and Charlotte’s wedding venue, the Carlyle Hotel, makes it that much hotter.

It’s risky, it’s public, and by God, my big brother Remy’s fucking head would explode if he knew. Basically, it’s the perfect combination.

I reach down with two hooked fingers and pull Ivy’s thong to the side, line up my dick, and sink inside. A feral whine leaves her throat as she lolls her head back against the wall, and I grab on to her thigh to hike it up on my hip.