AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“They sent me to get you,” he said. “I’m the best man and only groomsman. You’re the maid of honor and only bridesmaid. We’re standing with the bride and groom.”
The best man. This was the guy my sister had said I just had to meet. It’d been laughable at the time. I wasn’t the type to fall in love. Never had been. I was all about my career. A man would just derail me right now.
But even more laughable was the fact that I stood in front of that man, wearing nothing but the pink silk panties that were a complete mismatch for my discarded bra. I wanted a man. Not to love, but to put his hands on me. To bring my body to life.
I had no idea where those thoughts had come from. This wasn’t like me at all.
“Send my sister in here,” I said. “I need to talk to her.”
But the guy shook his head. “We’re ready to start.”
We. Like he was part of it. That made him the enemy.
I turned and yanked the dress off the hanger, shoving it over my head and reaching around to zip it up. “This can’t start,” I said. “I have to talk to my sister. Once this is done, it can’t be undone.”
“They’re signing the marriage license as we speak,” I heard him say. “It’s too late.”
I spun around, still tugging at the zipper. I was able to get it halfway up my back. I had to take it from the other angle. I reached over my shoulder, working my fingers down the fabric to lift the zipper within reach.
“It’s never too late,” I said.
“Do you need help with that?”
He was smiling and not even trying to hide it. Slowly, he started toward me, but I held out a hand to stop him. I’d go out there with my dress half-zipped before I asked for help from someone who was in cahoots with the groom. It was a matter of principle.
“She just met this guy,” I said. “My sister recently got out of a relationship with a possessive money freak.”
Money freak? Where had that come from? It was the best description I could come up with on short notice, though. He was a banker who seemed to walk around with a stick up his ass.
“Moving in with some biker who lives by himself in the mountains isn’t going to make my sister happy,” I said.
The man stared at me. I’d given up on the zipper and dropped my hands to my sides, resigned to my fate. I walked toward him and turned around.
“Could you…help?” I asked.
Lifting my hair off my neck, I waited. I probably should apologize for rejecting his earlier offer to help. But this guy was standing in the way of me breaking up my sister’s wedding. That made him a problem.
He grabbed the cloth of my dress with one hand, then slowly maneuvered the zipper up. He didn’t touch my skin, but somehow it felt like he was caressing me. Like he was slowly moving his fingers up the bare skin of my back. All he’d have to do was slide that hand inside and he could easily cup my breast, pulling me against him, his stiffening cock pressing against my ass as he ran his fingers over my nipples.
I squeezed my eyes closed, savoring the fantasy for just a few more seconds before I pulled away and dropped the bundle of hair I’d been holding off my neck.
“That tattooed biker is my brother,” the man said as I turned to face him. “And that other bike, parked out in front? That’s mine.”
He was just inches away. Close enough that if I took a couple of steps forward, I could grab those lapels and pull him toward me. I’d then kiss that smile right off his face and change the teasing glint in his eye to one of desire.
“Well, your brother and my sister just met,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. Interesting, how easily I could transfer this desire to jump him into anger about our situation. “You’d think you wouldn’t want to see him making a big mistake.”
“My brother’s happier than I’ve ever seen him,” the guy said. “Unless you know something I don’t, we should get out there and support them. Besides, if they signed the marriage license, they’re officially married. The rest is just…”
He waved his hand in the air, probably not sure what word to use for it. Then, with a shrug, he lowered his stare to my chest.
“Your nipples are showing through,” he said.
With that, he walked out of the dressing room, leaving me to deal with two hard nipples and not enough cloth to disguise them.
2
JUDE
