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FROM THIS MOMENT
BY A.N. WAUGH & TL MAYHEW
CHAPTER ONE
TRENTON
“Ollie, fuck!” I grip the short strands of Oliver’s hair tightly in my fists as I let my release shoot down his throat. He continues to lick and suck, causing me to twitch and pull away as I become too sensitive to his touch.
Twenty minutes ago I stormed into his office to get his thoughts on who I should choose as my best man–again–and ended with no answers and his mouth around my dick–again. “You can’t keep distracting me with blowjobs. The wedding is in a week and I still don’t know who to pick. I feel like choosing one is saying that the others aren’t as important.”
Oliver stands from where he knelt on the floor in front of me, and after wiping his luscious mouth with a tissue from his desk, he eyes me with the intense stare of a man tired of his fiancé’s bullshit. “Trenton, you know as well as I do that any of your brothers would be honored to be your best man. And they also understand you can only choose one. They will all be standing beside you as your groomsmen regardless. This is just a stupid formal tradition, one you could ignore if you wanted.”
I sigh. We’ve had this conversation too many times over the last several months as the wedding date has crept closer, yet, I still can’t seem to choose. I want a best man. But I also don’t want to exclude any of my brothers. We may not be related by blood, but our bond is strong. What we’ve been through as individuals and as a family is more than most can even imagine. And since our parents are no longer living, they’re all I have left of my family. “I know. But I want a traditional wedding with a best man and groomsmen. Well, as traditional as two men getting married can get. It’s easy for you because you don’t have a brother, or even a sister. It was easy to choose your best friend to stand beside you, even if Mattie is the girliest girl I’ve ever known. You’ve had your side of things decided since before you proposed.” I pout at how easy it has been for him. He’s so easy going, especially with me. I could ask him to do anything and he’d trust me to lead him with no worries.
“Babe, you need to stop stressing about this.” Oliver walks over and wraps his arms around me, pulling me flush against his chest. “No matter who you choose, everyone will be happy. They know how much you love them and what this day means to you. And they’re probably ready for it all to be over. Bridezillas don’t have anything on you.” He smiles and presses a kiss to my nose as I try to wriggle out of his hold.
“I just want everything to be perfect. I’m only getting married once. You better not disappoint me.”
Oliver kisses me again, on the lips this time. “Never. It’s you and me forever.” He glances at the clock on the wall above his desk. “But for now, I need to get back to work if you want me to be available for our honeymoon.”
“I suppose I can let you go for a few hours. I need to go see Finn, anyway. He said he’s almost done with the piece I commissioned and I want a sneak peek.”
“Finn is a talented artist. He’ll be famous one day and stick up his nose at your commissions.” Oliver laughs, and I know he’s remembering the cheesy character drawing I “commissioned” from my brother. Oliver thinks the painting is just another cheesy request, but it’s actually a wedding gift for him. I plan to give it to him on our wedding night.
“I just don’t want the starving part of a starving artist to ever apply to him,” I say with a shrug.
“He’s lucky to have you as a big brother. They all are. They chose you as family, you know. They could have parted ways one by one once they were of legal age, but they didn’t. You Wakefields have a sense of loyalty that’s hard to find.”
A knock at the door interrupts our conversation. After Oliver calls out “enter”, his secretary Hannah opens the door.
“Mr. Walsh, your one o’clock is in the conference room.”
“Thank you, Hannah.” As the door clicks closed behind her retreat, Oliver looks at me. “I love you, Trenton. Your brothers love you. Please stop stressing over this. I want our wedding to be perfect for you, but I’d marry you down at the courthouse during my lunch break as long as it meant I get to call you mine. Remember that.”
“You’re such a charmer.”
“I’m just saying, it’s not too late to elope.”
“Not going to happen.” I kiss him one more time, then head out to the parking garage.
My love for Oliver knows no bounds, and I don’t doubt that he would be just as happy to marry me in front of a judge at the courthouse as he is to stand in front of most of our family and our friends and say I do. I’m the perfectionist, and he just follows my lead. I smile to myself as I hit the unlock button on my key fob and slide behind the steering wheel of my car. Sometimes I can’t believe he puts up with me. I love Oliver Walsh more than words could ever express. And I’m damn lucky he loves me too.
CHAPTER TWO
TRENTON
Finn lives in a loft apartment that doubles as his studio, and when I arrive I notice an older Honda parked outside. He must have a student or model here for the day, which means that I may have to wait to talk to him. As much as I want to see the painting I asked for, my mind is still stuck on choosing my best man, and I was hoping to figure out his true feelings on the matter.
“Hey Finn,” I call out as I enter through the open studio door.
A paint covered face peers around the doorjamb of the nearest room. Finn’s shoulder length dark hair is pulled up into a bun, loose curls escaping around his face and sticking to the still wet paint streaks on his cheeks. “Hey Trent. I’m almost done. Give me five or so.” With that, he disappears back where he came from.
I wander over to the window and stare out at the busy street outside while I wait. It doesn’t take long before a noise alerts me that Finn has finished. I turn back to see a young man standing in the doorway, staring at Finn in adoration as he talks about the technique he used for the painting.
“Uh, thanks. I’ll see you next week?”
“Yeah. Thanks for agreeing to be my model. You have amazing features, James.” Finn is clueless to the other man’s interest and opens his mouth to continue to talk about the session. Before Finn can go on another tangent about his paints and techniques, I clear my throat, reminding him of my presence.
