Accidental Love (Accidental Hook-Up 1)

Brin was getting big, but she looked amazing. She was happy and healthy, falling more in love with Ryan every day. He proposed to her the day she gave birth, shortly after May was born.

We all cried, and she planned the wedding to be on her parents’ beach with just a few family and friends in the Spring. Our wedding was going to be on our beach in a year next Spring, so I could plan. I loved Remy and knew he’d be mine forever. I loved focusing on the baby and planning Brin’s wedding with her. We’d dreamed of it for years and planned on being in each other’s ceremonies so that required separate planning.

Brin wore a cream-colored dress that flowed around her body as she walked down the aisle. May was safely tucked into her grandma’s arms as they said their vows and then passed around to everyone as the new husband and wife celebrated. I danced with Remy and gazed into his eyes as he smiled down at me. “I can’t wait for this to be us,” I murmured as he leaned down to kiss me.

“Soon,” Remy assured me as a faster song began playing. He kept moving slow, and I pressed against him, needing the closeness. The reception was held at his parents’ house and was both indoors and outdoors. The food and music were inside, and the bar was located outside, and it was perfect. We celebrated late into the night and Remy drove us home since he barely drank. We walked to our bedroom, and he unzipped my pale pink dress, letting it fall to the floor as I shivered.

I felt his lips on my neck and his hand sliding down my stomach. I’d been needy for him all night and when he stroked my clit, I moaned softly. “I’ve been waiting to touch you all day,” Remy told me as I felt liquid heat rush between my thighs. “Fuck, you’re drenched for me.” He pushed me to the bed and slipped a finger inside of me, making me rock back against him. I felt him wrap his hands around my hips and his mouth on me, licking and sucking as I pressed my face into the bed. He brought me to a hard release and then I heard his zipper. He dropped his slacks and was behind me in an instant, sliding inside of me. I rocked against him and we fucked hard, needing each other. I came first, and he followed, dropping beside me on the bed.

Epilogue - Remy

Six months later

I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, straightening my tie. Celia swore that it brought out my eyes and I added the cuff links to my crisp, white shirt. Ryan was getting dressed in the guest room while the girls were at my parents’ house. I was marrying my first crush today after being apart for some important years. We went through things together and lived separate lives, but we were together now.

I made sure my hair was styled and stepped into the living room, looking around at the reception details. There were pink flowers that matched her bouquet placed around the house and a friend was playing the music for us. There was food in the kitchen that the caterers were preparing, and I had twenty minutes before I went downstairs and waited for my bride.

I made sure everything was in place before walking down the steps. The aisle was merely flower petals, and we were lucky with the wind today. They were still there. I walked down to stand by the preacher and smiled at him as we made small talk. I was shaking at the thought of this, something I wanted for so long.

Ryan was going to be walking his bride down the aisle to stand by Celia just as they always planned. Celia had looked beautiful at Brin’s wedding in her flowing dress and wild curls that she finally learned to love. The entire night, I was thinking of our own day and thanking the universe that we came back into each other’s lives.

Here it was.

I heard music start and stood up straight. Ryan walked Brin down the aisle and I smiled at them as she glanced at me with a teary gaze. She was already crying just like both girls had at her wedding. I gave her a reassuring look despite the fact that I was shaking all over again. I looked at my mom in the front row of the casual white chairs and she blew me a kiss as I tried to smile confidently. My father was walking Celia down the aisle since they’d always been close. There was no other option, and I heard the music change as I looked up at the house. Celia was there in her ivory lace dress that was clinging to her perfect curves and flowing around her legs. The top was just two thin straps, and she looked stunning as Dad kissed her cheek and said something to her.