I turned my head to kiss him again, suddenly grateful for a man who’d take the extra time to give me as much pleasure as possible. I could have come easily from my hand or his, but he’d wanted me to experience it deep inside, too.
“I’ve never done that before,” I said.
He brushed my hair out of my eyes. “Was it good?”
I shivered with another aftershock. “Incredible.”
“Good.” He kissed my forehead. “I want you to experience every pleasure possible with me. I want to give you everything, Silas.”
It was all too much. The sex, the love in his eyes, the knowledge that he had another man who would gladly snap him up. My throat grew tight, and I turned away. “I should get dressed. Big day and all!”
“Yeah, me too. I’m already late to meet the guys for brunch.” He withdrew from me slowly, as if reluctant to leave my body. “I’m going to keep my brother distracted leading up to the wedding. You could join us?”
“I can’t,” I said truthfully. “I’ll be running around like a mad man all day to make sure Branson and Caitlyn get their perfect day.”
He pressed a kiss to my shoulder blade. “Okay, you’re the wedding MVP, so I better let you get on with it. You can have the first shower while I make some much-needed coffee. Just save me some hot water.”
“If you save me some of that coffee.”
He squeezed my hip. “Deal. Go before I’m tempted to join you in there. Then neither of us will ever get anywhere.”
I laughed and scurried into the bathroom. If we lived together, is this how it would be—discussing our plans for the day, coordinating our morning routine around each other, sharing coffee and warning each other not to use all the hot water?
I couldn’t lie. It was a nice dream. Just like the fairy tales I’d stopped believing in. So why did my heart quicken at the thought that maybe the happy ending wasn’t as out of reach as I’d always thought?
CHAPTER 24
Bryson
I escortedAudrey down the aisle to the altar, where Branson was already waiting, looking nervous and jittery. Bolton and Macy followed us, Reece and Veronica behind them, and Chris and Tessa bringing up the end of the line.
Branson leaned in toward me. “You have the ring, right?”
“Ring?” I blinked. “Was I supposed to have that with me?”
“What do you—” His eyes were wide with horror. “Yes! Who else would have it, you?—”
I laughed. “Relax. I have it.”
“Oh, you shit,” he muttered.
Bolton chuckled. “Nothing is going to stop this wedding.”
“Unless you make a run for it,” Reece added. “Always an option.”
“I’m not going torun,”Bransonmuttered. “I just don’t want Caitlyn to murder me on our honeymoon.”
“At least you’re getting a honeymoon,” Christian said, giving me a baleful look.
We’d spent the day at the pub, grabbing brunch and a couple of beers to keep Branson occupied until time to don his tux and take his place at the front of the cathedral he and Caitlyn had selected. They weren’t particularly religious, but it was a beautiful place for the ceremony with large stained-glass windows that filtered the late afternoon light into a soft glow that would only make a bride look even more beautiful.
Christian had been in a foul mood, obviously displeased with how the night before had gone. I couldn’t share his disappointment. Silas and I had spent our first full night together, and if I had my way, it’d be the first of many. He might say he wasn’t ready for a relationship, but what we’d shared this morning was more intimate than anything I’d ever experienced with Chris.
The wedding march started up, and Caitlyn entered on her dad’s arm. I hadn’t met him until the rehearsal dinner, but he’d seemed nice enough, though his date was maybe five years older than his daughter, and that had endeared him to no one, especially Molly Kennedy.
Caitlyn wore a sleek, sleeveless mermaid gown that was form-fitting over her curves then flared out in a wide fishtail skirt. Lace embroidered with delicate floral patterns overlaid the satin sheath. It was understated and elegant—which made sense because Silas had helped her choose it after she decided her mother’s tastes didn’t work for her.
Branson’s jaw dropped and his heart eyes just about jumped out of his head. As beautiful as Caitlyn looked, my gaze drifted past her, seeking out someone else in the crowd.
