Page 9 of Something Borrowed
“I won’t be long.”
I close the door on her before she’s even attempted to move, but I don’t need her asking any more questions. I already know she’s suspicious. Even I wouldn’t have believed my lie.
Freddie
“You need to leave,” Bryony says the second I step out of the bathroom after she shuts the hotel room door.
“You’re not serious.” My cock’s still rock hard, and I’m desperate to bury myself inside her once again, to remind us both just how earth-shattering we can be.
“Sorry, Tessa needs me.” She shrugs. I can’t help feeling it’s the perfect excuse to avoid dealing with whatever is going on with us.
“You need to stop running.”
“Running? Me? I’m sorry, but I wasn’t the one who hopped across the state line and suddenly decided there would no longer be an us. I was prepared to do whatever it took to make us work, Freddie. You were the one who got scared and ran.”
“Yes, okay, ten years ago I was scared. I was terrified, actually. I loved you so much, but I knew Mac would never accept it and I was afraid of you putting your life on hold for me.”
“You were my life. All I wanted was you.”
“You still do. Admit it, Bry. Nothing’s changed.”
“Yes, it has. I’m not a stupid kid who thinks she’s in love anymore.”
I can’t lie, the fact she tries to convince me what we had back then wasn’t love hurts, but I can see the truth in her eyes. It was love back then and it’s still there, she just needs to be strong enough to allow herself to feel it again.
“No? So, the reason you’ve got the flower I gave you earlier in a glass of water by your bedside means nothing, then?” I ask, flitting my eyes to the rose.
“I…uh, it’s just pretty, that’s all. Are we done?”
“Fine. You keep lying to yourself. But this isn’t over, Bryony. Far from it.” Stepping up to her, I take her chin in my hand and force her to look at me. “I’m not leaving this hotel until you’re mine.” I drop a quick kiss to her lips and head for the door.
“I guess you’re moving in, then,” she calls after me.
I chuckle as I pull the door open. “We’ll see. I’ll see you at the altar. Goodnight, Bryony.”
I walk back to my room with a smile on my face. She can continue fighting me all she wants. She should have learned years ago that I don’t give up until I get what I want. It’s about time she remembered that.
I go straight for the bathroom and turn the shower on. I already know I’m not going to be falling asleep anytime soon. The effect Bryony has on my body is still racing through my veins.
Stripping out of my clothes, I step under the hot stream of water and set about releasing the tension she’s caused. Wrapping my hand around my solid length, it takes embarrassingly few strokes before I’m shooting my load into the shower tray. I moan her name, the memories of how she ignites my body at the forefront of my mind.
* * *
My showerlast night did little to relieve my desire, because when I wake the next morning it’s with the image of her riding my hand in my head and my cock weeping for her.
Today’s the big day, and I don’t just mean my best friend’s wedding. Today’s the day I’m going to win her back, prove to her she’s all I’ve ever wanted. Besides, I’m best man and she’s now Tessa’s maid of honor. It’s tradition that we end up together. And I’d hate to ruin a tradition.
Bryony
Walking into Tessa’s room the next morning, excitement flutters in my stomach. I might not want one of my own, but that doesn’t mean I don’t live for other people’s wedding days. I love seeing the love in their eyes and the smiles on their faces as everything we’ve meticulously planned for months, sometimes years, comes together perfectly.
The continental breakfast has already been delivered and Tessa, our moms, and her two bridesmaids are sitting at the table eating croissants and sipping on mimosas.
“Good morning,” I sing, walking over to join them. “How are you all feeling?” They might be my family, but my wedding planner persona is firmly in place. I’m pretty sure it’s the only way I’m going to get through today unscathed.
“Nervous,” Tessa says, turning to look at me. She didn’t really need to say it because her pale face and wide eyes tell me all I need to know.
“Once the hairdresser and make-up artist arrive and things start moving, you’ll feel much better.”
