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Bailey cursed. He was going to kill Xander when he got back in to town. But already running late, he quickly silenced the phone and was about to put it away when he ran into something with so much force that he almost fell back on his ass.
“Shit,” Bailey said as he tried to steady his feet under himself, and when his eyes landed on the man he’d just collided with, he froze.
At six one, Bailey wasn’t short by any means, but this man had a good few inches on him, and that wasn’t the only reason he’d caught Bailey’s attention. No, the other reason was the man’s overall appearance.
In black boots, jeans, t-shirt, and a leather jacket, he looked more like someone attending a motorcycle rally than a fall wedding. He had a piercing through his left nostril—a small silver ring—and his chocolate-colored eyes were lined with lashes so thick that it looked as though he were wearing eyeliner.
With hair as dark as his clothes, and cut short on the sides but left longer up top, the overnight stubble around his full lips and sharp jaw line brought to mind rough kisses and even rougher nights.
He was a shock to the system. One that was as attractive as he was intimidating, and when Bailey realized he was staring, he finally found his tongue and said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you until the last minute.”
The man’s eyes made a leisurely sweep of Bailey’s very proper suit and tie before landing back on his face. “I don’t think you saw me even then. But you are now, aren’t you?”
Shit, Bailey thought, as heat rushed to his cheeks. Who is this guy? Not only did he look like every bad-boy fantasy Bailey could imagine, he had an arrogant air about him that was as mysterious as it was sexy. He’d barely said a thing, and yet Bailey found himself at a loss for words, something that never happened to him. He always kept a cool head.
As music started up from across the lawn, Bailey blinked and gestured over the guy’s shoulder to the crowd he saw in the distance.
“It’s just, I’m running late, and—” When Priest stepped up beside Julien under the arbor, Bailey cursed and walked around the man to get closer. “And now I’m missing the ceremony. Great.”
The man stepped forward, next to him, and the scent of his cologne drifted through the air until it found Bailey and made his cock jerk in response. The dark, sensual blend was woodsy with a citrus undercurrent, masculine and seductive, just like the man. And Bailey had a sudden and intense desire to burrow his nose into the neck of that leather jacket and see if the scent was even stronger against the man’s skin.
Fucking hell. What was going on with him? He was not the kind of guy who was ruled by his dick. Yet here he was trying his hardest to get his to behave itself.
“I’m sure if you want to, there’s still time to get over there before it starts.” The man’s voice was smooth as whiskey. “Especially since they’re missing the third groom in their little…celebration of love.”
Bailey looked his way, and when one of the guy’s eyebrows arched, he couldn’t help but ask, “And which groom are you friends with?”
The man’s attention shifted back to the ceremony that was about to begin, and he shrugged. “None, really.”
The tone and body language told Bailey everything he needed to know in an instant, and he nodded. “Uh, okay. So which one is your ex?”
A smirk crossed those sinful lips, and Bailey thought the guy should come with a flashing neon sign that said: WARNING! DANGER AHEAD! Because he looked exactly like the kind of guy your parents warned you about. The kind of danger that would be so damn good that you kept coming back for more.
“Which one do you think?”
Bailey knew he was there today for the three across the lawn about to pledge their love to one another, but suddenly he wasn’t so upset that he was running late. Never had he felt such an immediate and intense attraction to someone before, and with Xander’s talk about the last time he got laid on a loop in his head, Bailey stared into the most arresting face he’d seen in years and decided to just…go for it.
“Hmm, who do I think is your ex?” Bailey made a show of looking the man over. Not because he needed to but because he wanted to, and as he took in the rebellious vibe and wicked smile, he thought of his straitlaced friend Priest and crossed him off the list first. The sweet disposition of Robbie didn’t seem to match up either, and as he shook his head, Bailey knew he had his answer.
