Time stands still, but our kiss gets dirtier, more desperate. With her leg up around my waist, I grind my steel length against her core, making a moan vibrate up her throat.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” I groan. I don’t expect her to hear me, but by some miracle with the music pounding around us she does, because her hold gets tighter, her nails digging into my back.
Fuck, my need to carry her out of here and fuck her on the nearest available surface is painful.
Sadly, any more thoughts of doing just that are squashed the second another hand lands on my shoulder. It squeezes painfully, and I don’t need to look up to know who it belongs to.
“If this were any night but my wedding night, things would be different, but my priority is my wife, not you two.” He looks between us. Our chests heave, and I can only imagine that our eyes are wild with desire. I should not be looking into my best friend’s eyes right now while my cock is weeping to be inside his sister. “But,” he adds when I think he’s finished, “if you fucking hurt so much as a hair on her head, I’m fucking coming for you. Best friend or not.”
“You’ve got nothing to worry about,” I say with much more confidence than I probably should have. The one thing I’m good at in life is screwing shit up, so I don’t know why this thing with Danni would be any different. Danni tenses in my arms, but I keep my eyes on Zach, needing him to know how serious I am about this.
He nods, accepting my words before Biff stands between us.
“You finished with the big brother speech?” she shouts in amusement.
“Yeah. We’re out of here. Got plans, if you know what I mean.” He winks, and both Biff and Danni groan.
“You go and consummate the shit out of your marriage.”
“Oh I intend to. We’ll see you guys in the morning, yeah? Assuming she can walk,” he says with a smile, chancing a look at Biff, whose cheeks are beetroot.
“Yeah, man.” Releasing Danni, I pull him in for a man hug and whisper my congratulations once again in his ear. I hope he knows that he’s won the fucking lottery with Biff. She’s one of a kind.
I give Biff a quick hug before she embraces Danni. They have a very brief chat. I think most of their conversation is silent. After a few seconds they hug again, and, with one more warning glance from Zach, they disappear through the crowd.
“And then there were two. What do you want to do with the rest of the night then, doll?”
“I’ve got a few ideas.”
14
Danni
As I attempt to move, what feels like a lead weight presses me into the mattress. Staying put, I try to figure out exactly where I am and how I got here.
My brain pounds in my head. It feels like it’s too big and trying to escape through my temples.
I crack one eye open, and at the sight of the hotel room things start coming back to me.
Zach and Biff getting married.
Giant burgers and diner bathrooms.
The casino.
Tequila. Lots of tequila.
Dancing. And then… nothing.
Suddenly realising who I’m in bed with, I flip over despite his arm wrapped tightly around me so I can look up at him for confirmation. Not that I need it.
My body aches, my core sore from just this small amount of movement alone. There’s no denying what might have gone on in this bed last night.
A flashback of his lips against my collarbone hits me, and my nipples pebble.
I expect to find him sleeping, but when I look up, my eyes lock with his tired green ones.
“Morning, doll.” His rough, sleepy voice does things to me, but sadly another issue makes itself known.
“I’m gonna be sick.” Pushing from the bed, I race towards the en suite and drop to my knees over the toilet before last night’s tequila makes a reappearance.
Sitting back against the wall, the underfloor heating warms my bum as I tip my head back and squeeze my eyes shut, begging for the pain to stop.
“Well, I must say that’s the first time anyone has reacted that way to finding me in bed with them.” Carter’s amused voice comes from the doorway.
“Stop,” I beg, not feeling at all strong enough to deal with the alcohol-fuelled mistake I made last night.
I don’t look at him. I don’t even open my eyes. I know I’m sitting here naked while he stares at me, and I don’t need to know what the look in his eyes right now is saying.
“You need to leave,” I demand.
“Actually, we need to go and meet Zach and Biff. We’re going to be late.”
Groaning, I drag my broken body from the floor, knowing that he’s right.
My muscles pull, and my stomach turns over again, but thankfully it settles itself this time.
Standing in front of the basin, I rest my palms on the cool porcelain and wait a few seconds before glancing up.
When I do, I’m nowhere near prepared for what I find. My hair is a mess, my face smeared with the remains of last night’s makeup. But none of that is the most obvious. It’s the red marks littering my neck and chest that hold my attention and fuel my anger. It doesn’t stop the vague memory of him putting them there, though.
Glancing up, I find him over my shoulder, still standing in the doorway. Our eyes connect, and an image pops into my head of him looking up at me from between my thighs.
Fuck.
“You need to leave,” I spit. When he does nothing to look like he’s following orders, I spin on the balls of my feet. “No-ow.” The word cracks when I find his naked body staring back at me, his ink on full display, his semi-hard cock pointing at me from below the deep V lines travelling towards it.
Heat stirs in my belly as a vague memory of rubbing my tongue over those exact lines comes back to me. Colour stains my cheeks as I continue staring at him. I bite down on my bottom lip, having a feeling that we were very up close and personal last night.
“There’s no point getting embarrassed now, doll. Not after last night.”
My mouth opens and then shuts again when I realise that I don’t even know where to start with what could have happened between us. In the end, I go with my most pressing question, seeing as my body is telling me that whatever did happen went on for a considerable amount of time. I know I’ve not been with anyone since our last rendezvous on Biff’s sofa, but the tenderness between my legs is certainly not from a quick drunken fuck to end the night.
“You… uh… you remember what happened last night?” I ask.
His eyes drop down my exposed body. My arms are desperate to cover myself up, but I stand strong, appearing confident when all I want to do is curl up in a ball and sleep away this hangover from hell.
His now fully erect, bobbing cock catches my eye, and damn if it doesn’t make my mouth water. I bite down on my cheek and try to conjure up a memory of how he might have tasted if I did have him in my mouth, but there’s nothing other than a very strong suspicion that it happened.
“It’s kinda hazy, but all the important parts are there.” His eyes roam my body once again, and it heats, knowing that it’s a body he’s now very familiar with.
“Oh god,” I groan, equally embarrassed and annoyed by what I might have done that have I no recollection of. Although if the heat in his eyes tells me anything, it’s that it was a good night.