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I swiped my thumb over the tip of my cock, imagining it was her tongue, as I studied the photo. The slight curve of her breasts in the tiny triangles she called a bra. She’d worn it before. I knew the three straps on either side crisscrossed along her back, and I closed my eyes, picturing how I might pluck at those little straps, leave tiny red marks when they slapped her skin, how I knew she would like it.
I thought about running my hands over her flat and hard stomach, licking at her belly button that always teased at the top of her leggings. I licked my lips now, my hand speeding up, already close. Staring at the photo again, I focused on the beads of sweat on her collarbone, how her body was twisted to the side, like she was in the middle of a stretch, and fuck, I would twist her that way too, hold her legs tight and move her which way I wanted, finding and hitting the angle that was perfect for both of us. She’d beg. I’d make her beg me to let her come.
And that was the thought that finished me off. Her voice, full of smoke and lust,begging.
With a stiff shake of my head to bring me back to reality, I slunk out of bed and into the shower, scrubbing away the evidence of my orgasm, though I knew those fantasies would stay with me all damn day.
I dressed and made my way to Ethan’s house, where all the groomsmen, and Leah, his sister-in-law and groomswoman, were gathered, along with Trace, his six-year-old nephew. We hung out for a while, eating the breakfast Leah had prepared because she was a literal angel sent from above. Ethan’s brother, Justin, who had been diagnosed with Huntington’s disease, worried about speaking at the reception since his speech had become quite slow, so we went out back to practice a few times. He kept it short and sweet, and I reassured him that it didn’t matter what he said. Whatever it was, Ethan and Laney were happy to have him there. Then I handed him a Yuengling, saying, “If there was ever a day for a morning beer, it’s today.”
He saluted me, and I thought my job here was done, so I gave my future brother-in-law a hug and a smacking kiss on the cheek, made sure I had his gift for my sister, and then I was off to my parents’ house.
“Dean Nicholas Hargrove! Why aren’t you dressed?”
I jerked back, not having even made it three feet inside when my mother started screeching at me from her perch at the eat-in kitchen counter. My parents’ home was open concept, and she had a clear view of me even from the back of the house.
“Mom, you gotta relax. We have hours.”
She checked the slim silver watch on her wrist. “Two hours and thirty-six minutes until the trolley will be here.”
“And I only need sixteen of those minutes to get dressed.”
She scoffed at me as my dad ambled into the house from the garage. I raised my hand to him in greeting. “Hey. What are you up to?”
“Trying to stay out of the way,” he grouched.
My father, in full retirement mode now, didn’t know what to do with his house overrun by so many women. I heard them upstairs cackling. One, who I assumed was a hair stylist, popped her head around the staircase, a blow dryer in hand as she banded a cord around it. “Mrs. Hargrove, we’ll be ready for you in about half an hour.”
My mom acknowledged her with a wave then added more champagne to her already-full mimosa.
“Is everybody decent upstairs?” I asked the hair stylist before she could turn around.
“Yeah. You need to come up?”
“To talk to my sister.”
“Oh, you’re the elusive Dean,” she said, eyeing me over her shoulder as we made our way up the carpeted steps.
“I wouldn’t say elusive.”
“The bride’s twin brother who is her man of honor and the guy running errands all week for her. Seems like a stand-up gentleman to me.”
I grinned at her. “I try.”
She smiled and pivoted, ushering me down the hall to my parents’ bedroom, which was big enough to fit the girls, their dresses, and all the other…stuff.
“How goes it in here?” I asked, stepping into the lace and tulle war room.
“Hey!” Laney beamed at me. “Did you see Ethan? Did you bring your suit to get dressed here? Are you hungry?”
“Yes, no, and no,” I said, making my way over to her. “You’re babbling a little bit.”
“Am I?”
“A smidge.” I smiled and bent to kiss her cheek, which was still clear of makeup, though her normally curly hair had been smoothed out and pinned up with a sparkly clip. “Happy wedding day.” Her friends, Gem, Bronte, and Sam, were in various states of halfway ready, though they all wore matching robes and drank out of matching Golden Girls mugs. I greeted them then held out Ethan’s gift to my sister.
She accepted the small package. “From you?”
“Ethan.”
