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Water washed over my feet again, and I nearly sighed in relief. Abby’s eyes didn’t leave mine for the rest of the ceremony. I almost felt as though we were having our own private conversation. If you asked what it was about, I couldn’t tell you, but it felt meaningful.
I was so distracted I almost missed the pastor announcing Jake and Christine as husband and wife. The crowd cheered as they kissed. It was full of passion, and the pastor had to cough as the kiss got too heated for his liking. The crowd cheered again, and there were some snickers mixed in.
The pastor dismissed the family and friends, and they rushed inside the resort for air conditioning and alcohol. We took photos, and I nearly sweated my balls off. I was disappointed that Abby followed the crowd inside. I would have preferred her to hang out with us while we took photos. I’d love for her to have seen just how photogenic I could be.Women like men who are willing to take photos with them, right?
The moment the photographer released us, Christine changed into a second dress. We were introduced to the guests as we joined the reception. I made my obligatory entrance and then started searching for Abby.
I found her standing in the back, nursing a drink. She was by herself and kept shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her left arm was crossed over the front of her chest as she held her right bicep—closing herself off.She was uncomfortable.
“Everything good?” I asked as I stepped up beside her and grabbed a drink from the open bar.
“Absolutely, I’m drinking for free,” she joked.
“How right you are,” I retorted and held up my full glass in a salute, then I downed it. “What did you think of the wedding?” I ask after I emptied the glass.
“It was beautiful,” she said without missing a beat.
“It was, and so are you,” I said, executing the complement perfectly.
She shot me a sexy smile, and my blood flowed south to my dick. She could have been wearing a trash bag for all I cared. Her dark green dress hugged her figure and wrapped around the front into a neat bow. I had a feeling she would have been wearing black if it weren’t a wedding. In fact, I wondered why she brought a dress that nice with her on vacation in the first place but decided not to question it. She may be different from most women, but she was still entitled to look and dress the way she wanted. Her hair fell in loose curls around her face. They were pretty, and I felt the strong urge to run my fingers through them—just to mess them up. She looked too perfect standing there, way better than anyone I had hoped to score. Yet she was my date.How’d I get so lucky?
She stared at me as I stared at her.
“What?” she asked. Her forehead scrunched a little with curiosity, and her lips pulled up at the right corner of her mouth.
“Nothing, just admiring a piece of art.”
“Smooth, Mr. Strong,” she countered.I’m giving Yates and Jones a run for their money.
“I’m not just a smooth talker,” I said as I grabbed her hand and towed her to the dance floor.
“Oh yeah? Then show me what you’ve got,” she challenged. Her eyebrow tipped up again, giving her a playful appearance.
I pulled her up against me when we made it to the center of the dance floor. Her front was glued to mine, and I could feel her soft breasts against my hard chest. There was no hiding the bulge in my pants. We danced to the fast radio-edit hip-hop songs that came on; I swore I received a scowl from Ms. Daniels. I guessed that our almost-sex on the dance floor was a no-go for her and all the rich folks in attendance.
I pulled Abby off the dance floor and took advantage of the open bar again. “Do you want to play a game?” she asked me as the bartender handed her a drink.
“I’m very competitive, so the answer is always yes. What’s the game and the rules?”Could she get any more perfect?
“Every time your buddy Jake growls, take a drink. Anytime Christine rolls her eyes at one of her parents’ rich friends, take a drink. Whoever quits first for any reason loses,” she said.
“So the goal is to get absolutely plastered? Those two will have us drunk in five minutes. He growls at any man who puts his hands on her, for any reason. And every acquaintance of Christine’s family must be here; there are a lot of rich elbows in the room.”
“Exactly. What do you say, Mr. Smooth?” she asked as she traced a finger from the top of my right shoulder, down my pec, and to my waistband. I saw excitement and lust dance in her eyes as they followed the path of her finger.
She was half my body weight; I was going to win.Easy-fucking-peasy.
I pulled a hundred-dollar bill out of my wallet. “Keep these drinks flowing all night. I’ve got a game to win,” I told the bartender. He took the crisp cash, gave me a smile, and put another drink in my hands.
Game on.
CHAPTERNINE
abby
Adam’s mouth was on mine, and I relished in the feeling. I tasted the scotch on his breath, and all it did was turn me on more. It was like the moment his lips touched mine he flipped a switch. I wasn’t sure exactly what happened during the wedding; everything was a little fuzzy. I knew we dranka lot, and that might be my fault. When I closed my eyes, I swore I could hear the sound of Adam’s friends’ laughter in my ears. I thought they laughed with us, but I could no longer be sure.
The wedding ceremony had been beautiful, the calm before the party storm. I didn’t know Adam well—hell, we were still practically strangers—but halfway through the ceremony I sensed something change in him. I wasn’t sure what it was; I didn’t know him well enough to even have a guess at it. He’d been quiet and appeared thoughtful through the rest of the ceremony and reception, until he approached me. Then it was like he turned off those feelings and I’d never seen that vulnerable side of him. We started our game and Jones stuck another glass of Scotch in Adam’s hand and told him to drink up. Yates brought me mine, and we started pounding them down together. I vaguely remembered them making sexual innuendos, like drunken middle school boys. I also remembered snickering at them, encouraging their wild behavior.
