Page 62 of Walkoff Wedding

Although I have a feeling that there’s nothing that could help except the one thing I can’t have.

My husband.

chapter eighteen

Grant

Things I should currently not be doing:

Thinking about my wife in the shower, naked and soapy.

Number one again.

Groaning, I drop my head back against the couch cushion and adjust my rising cock in my gym shorts.

Again.

I’m fucked, and I’m only now beginning to realize just how badly.

I told Addie I’d come to bed later because I wanted to watch game highlights, but the truth is, I’m trying to get my shit together. Ever since that damn kiss, then spending the entire night with her in my lap, I’ve been attempting to direct my thoughts back to safe territory.

Usually, I’m the kinda guy with an abundance of control, but when it comes to her… I feel that control fraying until there’s virtually nothing left.

Which is why when she went to shower and go to bed, I opted to stay on the couch with Auggie, blankly staring at the TV in hopes that I could focus on something other than the thought of her sweet little ass squirming on my lap. And the taste of her pouty lips.

Clearly, that plan is fucked because it’s the only thing I’ve been able to think about.

I reach for my phone and open the text thread with Reese and Lane. They’ve unsurprisingly been texting nonstop since I called them both out of the blue to drop the bomb that I got married… to a girl they’ve never met.

Reese: I’m gone for like a second, and Grant gets fucking married. Without us. And invited fucking Davis to be his best man? I don’t think I’ll ever recover from this type of betrayal.

Lane: I’m just annoyed that I wasn’t the first one to get married.

Reese: Even Boo is offended that she wasn’t invited to her uncle’s wedding. We could have dressed her up to be the flower girl.

Reese: SMH

I ignore the messages and quickly type out what’s been on my mind for the night.

Grant: I think I might be fucked.

Reese: And you think that…why? I was just kidding dude. I’ll forgive your shotgun wedding. You know you’ll always be my bestie.

Lane: *eye roll* What happened?

My fingers hover over the screen for only a second.

Grant: I want to fuck my wife.

Grant: Clearly, this was not part of the plan.

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