“We can’t. We don’t have time.” I gingerly try pulling away from him, not putting up a convincing fight.
He grabs both of my wrists, pinning them above my head. “But you look fucking hot today. I can’t help myself,” he whispers into the sensitive concave of my neck. He grows bigger between us, and instinctively my hips roll forward, wanting to feel him inside me again, if just for a minute.
But we can’t.
Suddenly, Mason lowers to his knees.
“What are you doing?” I ask, feeling the color drain from my face.
He grins up at me before tucking his head underneath the bottom of my dress. My legs almost give way the minute the warmth and slight prickle of his cheek rub against my inner thigh. A breath gets caught in my throat, and I try desperately to catch it, but I can’t when I realize what he’s about to do.
Mason stops before reaching the heat between my legs. A loud moan bubbles from my throat, forcing itself out. Hearing how loud I was, I throw my palms up to cover my mouth and squeeze my legs closed.
“I can smell you, Bailey, and I just want a little taste.” His words are muffled as he leaves lingering kisses in the creases of my thighs.
Oh, my fucking god.I am frozen and tingling in utter disbelief.
We have not explored this area of our relationship. I assumed that, like me, he thought it was too personal. We’ve both never even tried—until right now, that is. Sex is one thing but letting him go down on me is a whole other level of intimacy. My panties are wet, my clit is pulsing, and I’m starting to panic. Do I let him? Especially at my brother’s wedding?
He takes extra care kissing on top of the thin silk barrier, then his fingertips lightly feather the outside of my hips, looping through the strings of the black lace that hug my sides. Mason slowly tugs them down. With every inch they fall, the trembling in the lower half of my body intensifies. I can barely stand in these heels anymore.
Mason’s soft lips and wet tongue trace the outside of my folds before slipping the tip of his tongue inside of me. A blanket of warmth falls over me, and I struggle to stand on shaky legs.
“You taste fucking amazing. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” he mumbles.
I suck in a breath of precious air while my body continues to tremble. Even though I want this so bad, and I have no idea howI’m supposed to function after this tease, we cannot do this right now. It’s my brother—and his best friend’s wedding day.
I grit my teeth, trying to hold in the arousal that is now all but dripping between my legs. “We can’t, Mason,” I barely squeak out.
“Fine.” He lifts his head from under my dress. “But you better run from me tonight because as soon as I catch you alone, you’re all mine.” He quickly slips my panties from around my ankles and off my feet, almost catching them on the heels of my shoes.
My back straightens. “Are you threatening me? And wait, I need those back,” I demand, holding out my hand.
He shakes his head. “Yes, I am threatening you. And no, you are not getting them back.”
“So, you want me to stand up there during my brother’s wedding in front of my entire family with no panties on?” I hiss.
Mason chews on the side of his cheek for a second before answering. “That is correct. If you want them back, you’ll have to let me finish what I started. And now you won’t have anything on, so you’ll be ready for me when I come for you,” he says with a straight face.
I feel panic coursing through my blood. He cannot be serious right now.
Mason smiles with a smirk on his face while shoving my panties into the pocket of his tux. Then he opens the door of the closet and pokes his head out to make sure the hallway is clear.
“Mason!” I try shouting in a hushed tone, but he just ignores me. I peek my head out and watch him strut down the hall and back into the groom’s suite. Stopping before he enters, he slowly turns his head toward me. With his eyes beaming, he gives me a quick wink and then disappears behind the closed double doors.
I can’t believe this is happening right now. He expects me to spend the entire evening without any panties on. I have to givea speech later.Oh, my god.Although my mind is absolutely horrified about this, my body is enjoying it.
Mason has my panties in his pocket.Fuck, that’s hot.
I’ll play his little game, but what he’ll soon realize is that in the end, the joke will be on him because I’m secretly getting off on this. Despite being mortified at the thought of standing in front of a hundred people without anything under my dress, I find it overwhelmingly sexy what he did. And when Mason comes back to collect on his threat, I will be pantiless and ready to grant him easy access whenever and however he decides to take me.
By the time I get back into the bridal suite, Jess, both of our moms, and three other bridesmaids are all ready to go. “Sorry, I couldn’t find the coordinator,” I apologize, heading straight for the bathroom to check my makeup after my janitor’s closet escapade.
“That’s okay. It’s almost time to walk out anyway,” Jess says. She looks beautiful today. I can’t believe one of my best friends is marrying my brother.
“Harry really did hit the jackpot with you,” I say, giving her a careful hug so I don’t mess up her hair or makeup.
“He did, didn’t he?” she jokes.
