Her smile was beautiful as she headed my way. “Your shoes will swallow me. But I’ll take them.”
“How do you know they’ll swallow you?” I teased as I presented her with my back.
I felt her hands on my shoulder, and I hunched down slightly so that she could get on without having to jump too far.
When she was in place, her mouth went to my ear as she said, “I’m just assuming at this point. I’ve felt your hands span around my thighs, and your cock inside of me…so at this point it’s all guesswork.”
I felt things below my belt start to tighten.
“Fourteens,” I said as I walked over to my bags. “Can you grab my dress uniform? I’ll hang it up in the truck while I’m out there so I don’t forget it.”
She grabbed my uniform while I grabbed my bag, and we were off.
Nadine, the wedding planner, was no longer in the dressing room. Nor was the bottle of Pepto.
“I wonder if she told everyone what we were doing in here,” Saylor mused.
I grunted out a negative.
“She wouldn’t have said a word,” I assumed. “She wants to get good business here and telling everyone that two of her bride’s wedding party were caught fucking in the dressing room probably wouldn’t be good business for her. It’s better to be discreet, at least in my humble opinion.”
Saylor rested her chin on my shoulder, and I could smell her sweet scent due to her proximity.
Was it bad that I wanted that scent all over my pillow so I could smell it as I went to sleep at night?
“There’s a side door right there.” Saylor jerked her chin in that direction. “That way you can avoid all the wedding guests.”
“I don’t care about the wedding guests,” I admitted. “Plus, I’m parked right in front due to how fuckin’ early I had to get here today.”
She pressed a kiss to the side of my neck. “Thank you for bringing the cake, by the way. And you didn’t mess it up.”
I grinned and squeezed her legs which were locked around my waist.
“There was a moment there that I was terrified,” I admitted. “Some douchebag pulled out in front of me out of nowhere, and I had to grab hold of the box it was sitting in. Swear to Christ, I saw my life flashing before my eyes.”
“Oh, no,” she giggled. “Were you that close to hitting him?”
I shook my head and nodded at a few of the guests, but didn’t stop or slow down, not inviting any chatting along the way.
“No,” I admitted. “I was more worried about what you would do when you found out that I’d fucked your cake up.”
She snickered. “I wouldn’t have been too mad. I would’ve been more worried about you.”
My heart started to swell.
“Did you flip the guy off at least?” she teased.
I snorted. “No. I was busy with both hands. But I did yell at him. Not that the little punk heard me. Him and his little piece of shit green car…”
“With the fancy wheels who listens to his music too loud?” she finished for me.
I nodded “Yeah. How’d you know?”
I grimaced. “I haven’t actually seen the man that drives it, but I’ve seen the car in the apartment complex. The man moved into the apartment two down from my own. He gets home and his bass is thumping so hard that it rattles everyone’s windows. I think everyone and their brother who lives in that apartment complex has complained, yet he never stops.”
“Punk,” I grunted as I stepped out into the parking lot and headed for my truck. “Kid needs his ass whooped.”
“I agree,” she said, reaching for my door handle. “Nice truck.”
I snorted. “You said that yesterday.”
“I’m saying it again today,” she shrugged.
I turned and put her ass into the seat of my truck, then walked around to the back and started going through Ares’ shit that she’d left in the floorboard.
“Bingo,” I said, holding up the flip-flops.
Saylor grinned. “Sweet.”
She slipped them onto her feet and I stowed my shit in the back seat before slamming the door closed.
Offering Saylor my hand to help her down, she took it just as a loud motorcycle pulled into the spot beside my truck.
I looked up to see two people that had to be Saylor’s father and mother on the bike. Saylor’s father staring daggers at me, and Saylor’s mother smiling like she’d caught her daughter doing something amazing.
“Daddy! Mom!” Saylor smiled and waved. “Did y’all bring me anything?”
Saylor’s mother rolled her eyes as she dismounted, being sure to hold on to her husband’s shoulders as she steadied herself.
“Of course,” she said. “Your father wouldn’t just go someplace and not buy his daughter something.”
The grin that kicked up the corner of my mouth was filled with amusement.
“Daddy,” Saylor said. “Mom, this is Lachlan Downy. Lock, these are my parents, Adeline and Kettle.”