“Ari,” I say, my voice strangled. She turns on her heel, looking at me. “I…”
She smiles, sweet, pretty, and fucking victorious. “Thanks for the dance, Boston Black.”
She unlocks the door and vanishes.
I stand here, relishing in the best blowjob of my life, realizing how bad a person it makes me. I can’t regret it. Not when I’m certain that it altered my brain chemistry. Not when I’m positive that I’ll never be able to think of another woman while getting head again for the rest of my fucking life.
I run my hand over my jaw, stepping toward the sink, and place my hands on the counter, taking in a big, unsteady breath.
I didn’t even get her off.
The door swings open.
I whirl around, expecting to see her.
EJ Dalton walks into the bathroom, slowing when he finds me at the sink. His brow furrows, and he turns toward the now closed door, probably thinking about the girl he just passed inthat hallway. He smirks when he faces me again, strutting up to the urinals, and undoes his pants. He says nothing, just starts to take a leak.
I swallow, straightening up and heading for the door.
“I’d give it a couple of minutes,” he says and I stop short. I slowly turn to look at him. He meets my eyes over his shoulder. “The redhead is at the end of the hall.”
Arden. Which meant Ariana had to pass her, or stop to talk to her. Either way, it’ll take her half a second to realize we came from the same place. The women’s bathroom is on the other side of the ballroom.
I shut my eyes, letting out a long breath, ignoring the way EJ’s knowing smirk grows as he shakes his dick dry. He sits in the bathroom with me for a few more minutes, shooting the shit without talking about it, and when we both emerge from the bathroom—Arden’s still at the end of the hall, chatting with Tiffany. She looks at us and smiles, none the wiser now that I’m emerging with Dalton. Unaware that her future sister-in-law just sucked the soul right out of my body.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
ariana
I march right backout into that wedding with a stick of pink bubblegum in my mouth.
Smiling triumphantly, I head to the bar and grab another drink, my adrenaline pumping through my veins.I did it. I got a taste of what I wanted and victory is sweet. I hadn’t walked into that bathroom with the intention of doing more than dancing with him, but I can’t say I’m angry about it.
I take a seat next to Reno at my table, scanning the crowd for Lemmy, who appears to have vanished. He glances at me for long enough to nod in greeting, but returns to his conversation with Oscar and Callum just as quickly.
I let out a little breath, leaning back in my seat, exhausted from the performance of a lifetime. I should really join the girls on the dance floor, but I need a minute. I put my heart and soul into that blowjob. That was the gold medal of all blowjobs.
Boston walks back into the room a few minutes later, EJ by his side. He pauses in the threshold, eyes skirting around the venue. They land on me for a blink and then snap over to Reno, hardening.
Even more jealous than before, it appears. Lovely. I can work with that.
When his gaze slides back to me, I flash him a subtle smile and rest my chin on the heel of my hand, turning my attention back to the conversation that I haven’t been invited into and am not remotely interested in.
I feel his presence storm past the table, not bothering to look my way again. He heads right out onto the patio, where I assume the other groomsmen might be. Far, far away from me.
I watch him go, my attention only being pulled from his strong shoulders when I feel the unmistakable heaviness of someone’s eyes on me. My gaze flickers to Callum, who is watching me very, very carefully. I hold his stare, offering a quick smile, and his eyes drop to my mouth, brows furrowing as I blow a little pink bubble.
His green eyes, which are a much lighter shade than Boston’s pretty dark ones, snap up to mine again. He leans back in his seat and lets out a long breath, running his hand over his mouth as he looks away.
Well, this table is remarkably boring.
I stand without excusing myself. None of them really care that I was here, anyway. I head to the dance floor instead and beeline straight for the bride. The vibe in this area is much, much better. Nothing beats dancing with the girls at a wedding. Nothing.
Penny’s drunken smile widens when I join the circle. She holds out her hand for me to take, and I do. What the bride wants, the bride gets. I extend my drink above my head as I join the bridesmaids and watch Avery twirl Penny’s niece around in circles until she’s dizzy.
Imademyself walk away from him, by the way.
I did what I did, but he’s still Boston. He’s still a guy who would absolutely have the power to hurt me. No question. He’sstill Carter’s best friend. Lingering could have led to more, and putting either of us in that position feels unfair. Walking away was damn near impossible, but it was necessary for both of us. It was my good deed after my bad one. Repentance.
