Page 131 of Killer Confections
The memory of both of us, naked in the kitchen and covered in the first batch of icing I tried to make, surfaces and I feel my face heat.
I had slathered Atlas’s chest in navy blue icing and he coated my neck and breasts in pink. It was extremely sticky, but too hot to pass up on.
He scoops a dollop of white icing onto his thumb before smearing it across my lips and grabbing my cheeks to hold me still. He licks it off, his tongue flattening against my mouth and teasing my seam before he pulls away and stares at me with lust-drunk eyes.
I wipe his spit from my face, ignoring the arousal coating my thighs. “This is meant to be Alana and Connor’s big day. I’m sure no one wants to watch you lick icing off of me.”
He scoffs, tucking his hands into his pockets. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m innocent. I’ve never done a bad thing in my life.”
“Uh huh,” I hum. “Where’s my birth control?”
He stops, his eyes flickering to me. “No idea…”
It went missing a month ago. Conveniently, after we visited my parents and had a long discussion about givingthem grandkids as soon as we tied the knot. Our ceremony is scheduled for fall, but Atlas is determined to have me pregnant before then.
I slap his shoulder playfully. “Sure you don’t. You’re definitely not obvious when you go all out on ovulation days.”
“What?” He scoffs nervously. “I don’t do that…”
My lips thin as I stare at him. He’s quick to redirect my attention as Connor and Alana file into the reception area. Connor has lost his suit jacket and Alana has changed into a white mid-thigh dress that clings to her lithe curves. They smile brightly as everyone applauds the newlyweds. Alana’s mom and dad push to the front, snapping pictures of the couple as they share a kiss.
“You all sicken me,” Thalia grumbles as she saunters up to us. “First, it was Atlas. Then it was Rowan. Now, Alana and Connor. Who’s next?”
“Are you still bitching?” Addison asks as she walks up to our group. A familiar shadow lingers just behind her, standing protectively at her back. “Go get laid or something. There are tons of people here that you don’t know.”
Thalia rolls her eyes, taking a sip of her whiskey. Which is strange because there isn’t a bar here. “Why? So I can spend an hour telling a man where my fucking clit is again? No thanks. He was really embarrassed when I broke out my vibrator and got myself off in under a minute.”
Addison snorts. “I wouldn’t know what that’s like.” She high-fives the man behind her.
Thalia eyes me, and I give her a sympathetic look. “I wouldn’t know either. I think Atlas knows where it is a littletoowell.”
My husband makes an agreeing sound as he smirks at me past a mouthful of cupcake.
“Hard headed,” I scold.
He winks. “My head stays hard when I’m around you.”
I shake my head, fighting my smile. “You’re so lucky you’re hot.”
I peer around the venue, searching for Alana and Connor, and spot them talking with a group of relatives. Everyone hands out hugs and congratulations to the newlyweds, and I smile softly at them. Until movement out of my peripheral catches my eye.
I scan the room until I spot Bailey and her fiancé, Liam, standing by the dessert table. Liam is a tall, lanky guy. His hair is impeccably styled, and he wears a suit everywhere he goes. He’s not a bad-looking guy. He looks clean—responsible.
His lips tip up as he feeds Bailey a piece of cupcake. The icing sticks to her mouth, and he leans down before collecting it with his tongue. The assassin blushes, her tan cheeks tinting a bright red as she smiles suggestively at her soon to be husband.
But for some reason, they both seem tense. To anyone else, they probably look like a man and a woman who are deeply in love. And maybe they are, but there’s some strain.
I see it in the way Liam’s smiles never reach his ears or the way Bailey keeps sighing under her breath and peering around the venue like she’s looking for someone whoisn’tright in front of her.
I elbow Atlas, canting my head in Bailey’s direction. His eyes narrow as he scans the area until he points to a far corner. Pressed close to the wall, Dominic holds a glass of something in his hand, his knuckles turning white as he takes a strained sip. His gaze is locked onto Bailey, eyes piercing her from across the room as his jaw ticks anytime her fiancé touches her.
I shake my head. “What’s going on between those two?”
Atlas grunts. “Dom wasn’t quick enough. He should have said something the moment he knew he had feelings for her. Instead, he chose the path of least resistance and was forced to watch her fall in love with someone who wasn’t him. He’s an idiot, and he’s regretting his choices now.”
I don’t doubt that, but with the way Bailey and Liam are acting, I don’t think Dom is the only one with regrets…
“It’ll work itself out,” I shrug.
