Page 47 of The Other Fork in the Road

We arrived at the bridal boutique, where I chose a long, fitted gown that I knew Zoey would like. It’d be easy for the altering, as Zoey and I were about the same size. Well, except for boobs. Yeah, Zoey was a good cup size larger than me. Figures.

While I waited for Helena and Daisy, I looked through the racks of wedding gowns.

“Hey Helena, can I try one of these bad boys on?” I held up a dress.

“Of course, have fun.”

Before I knew it, I was on the little podium in front of the large mirror. I always thought I had an okay figure, but the dress made me look frickin’ awesome. It had a drop waist, was strapless and fitted. It was snug in the waist and sucked in everything in all the right places. It was white with a little bling, and the back had a “V” that showed a nice amount of skin.

Daisy walked over, clapping her hands like a cheerleader, with her familiar excitement. “Madison, you look amazing!” She sat in a chair wearing a smile. “Holy crap, I need to sit and take this in.”

She stared at me, shaking her head in delight. I normally don’t like to be stared at, but it was okay because I looked stunning and knew it. Amazing looking bust: check. Ass of a goddess: check. Stomach flat enough for body shots: check.

I spun around and checked out the back of the dress. When I looked into the mirror again, I saw Jax standing in the back of the room with his hands in his pockets. My dad and Austin were at the counter behind him. I felt weak in the knees watching his eyes travel slowly down my body; it was erotic somehow.

My dad turned around and walked over. “Did someone forget to tell me something?”

Daisy stood and walked to him. “We’re playing dress up.”

“You look beautiful, Madison.”

“Thank you. Well, I should probably get out of this.”

“No.” All eyes went to Jax. “I mean, doesn’t she need a veil thing?”

“You are right!” Daisy walked over and took a veil from a display on the wall and placed it on my head.

I looked in the mirror, not at myself, but at Jax. He was still watching me, with an unfamiliar look on his face that brought butterflies the size of hawks to my stomach.

“Okay, I’m going to change, and I’ll meet everyone outside.”

“Daisy, I’m going to grab the tuxes. Do you need to see them?” My dad was smart to have her check them out before leaving. I’d hate to see gun-toting Daisy in bridezilla mode.

Everyone headed towards the counter, and I took one last peek at my reflection before doing a model walk back to the fitting room. I went inside and pulled the door closed. A moment later, the door flew open and Jax entered, like he owned the place, and pulled the door shut behind him, sending panic pumping through my arteries.

“Hi.” I didn’t know what to say as his eyes traveled my body before his arm snaked around my waist and pulled me against his chest. His mouth captured mine so slowly it was as if we were savoring something we’d been starving for. His tongue and taste were casting visions in my mind of him ripping me out of the beautiful wedding gown and closing any distance between us. I arched against him and a low growl went from his mouth to mine which seemed to bring us both back to the present,

After pulling away, he stood for a second more before running his thumb across my lower lip and disappearing out the door. I wasn’t even sure what that was, but I stood, a trembling mess, for a good two minutes. Whoa.

Once at dinner I met some of Daisy’s cousins, but all I kept thinking about was Jax and his kisses. How he felt pressed against me, taking control of everything. My stomach dipped to the floor when the memory of his whiskers sliding down my neck ran circles through my mind again and again.

Daisy skipped over behind me. “Austin and Jax are going to run you over to the bar across the street for some fun, okay? You’ve hung out with us old fogies long enough.”

A short time later, we arrived at a bar, with pumping music and wall-to-wall people. The dance floor was hopping while the cocktails were flowing.

“I love this place!” I squealed, making Austin laugh.

Austin shouted over the music. “So, the city gal likes the Tipsy Pig Bar?

“Absofrickinlutely.”

CHAPTER12

JAX

We grabbed a table just off the dance floor, and Madison’s eyes were glowing as she looked around.

Our waitress Kris came over, wearing a big smile while taking our order. She and I had a casual thing a few years back, and the sight of her and Madison in the same space made my nerves jump.

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