Page 52 of Her Braun
The hands that she’d touched his cheeks with shook with some kind of emotion and while he wanted to know what it was, he wasn’t going to stop kissing her for fear that she might come to her senses.
He knew that he’d lost his a few minutes before when she started touching him.
Gibson slipped one hand from her hip up the center of her back until he found skin above the neckline of her dress and before he could grasp the nape of her neck in his hand, a sound made it past the throb of his heartbeat in his ears.
It was a sound like rain, repetitive and yet there was a wildness to the rhythm that drew his attention away even the littlest bit.
Her tongue stroked his and he barely resisted feasting on her mouth when that sound interrupted his thoughts again.
It was irritating, like the drone of a fly, or a bee and he wanted it gone so he could focus on Kay, but when he cracked open an eye to see what the issue was, he wished he hadn’t.
The whole wedding party was watching, clapping, and fuck him, cheering them on.
His soon-to-be-former friend was standing on the dais with the band and trying to get everyone to quiet down for a minute.
Unsure of how Kay would take the attention, he lifted a hand to cup to her cheek. “Kay?”
Her eyes were half-lidded, her voice barely a vibration that he felt through his hand. “Hmm?”
“Kay? Everyone is watching.”
That got her attention, and he hated how quickly she shot up in his lap, but he loved that she grabbed a hold of his shoulders to steady herself before she got up. They stood nearly at the same time and yes, as ridiculous as it felt, Gibson stood at least partly behind her. He needed the block to keep everyone from knowing exactly what he felt for the stunning doctor with him.
As the applause died down, Taylor lifted his wife’s hand to his mouth and gave her knuckles a kiss. “Leave it to our firefighter friend to find a woman interested in his ugly mug at a wedding a few hundred miles away from his home.”
Gibson scoffed at his friend. “Don’t make me kick your a- butt, Taylor.”
Emily leaned into the microphone and gave her husband a hard stare. “Keep it up, Taylor and I’ll help Gibson hold you down for a beating.”
Taylor addressed the crowd with a wincing smile. “Ouch, then again,” he nodded a few times, “I might enjoy that.”
Emily rolled her eyes. “Stop it, Taylor. I don’t even know why you had to interrupt them in the first place.”
Holding his hand to his chest, Taylor gave his wife a fake look of pain. “I don’t think it’s fair for him to get more action at my wedding than I do.”
Gibson worried that Kay would make a run for it. She certainly had no idea that this was just how Taylor and Emily were. He didn’t want her to think that they were trying to shame her. Or something like that.
He didn’t want to ruin the night for her.
Emily snatched the microphone from her new husband and shooed him away. “Gibson, don’t hate Taylor too much, but he’s really happy to see you happy and in love.”
Taylor stepped up to speak into the microphone over his wife’s arm. “Maybe we should have waited to toss the bouquet, babe!”
"Okay, stop embarrassing him." Emily pushed him back and gave him a look. “Keep it up, Tay, and I’ll shove cake up your nose.”
Taylor bussed Emily with a smacking kiss and stepped back.
Emily sighed loudly and everyone at the celebration laughed good naturedly.
Gibson rubbed Kay’s shoulders softly. “They’re not trying to be mean.”
Kay lifted a hand across her chest and gave his hand a squeeze. “I’ve had worse thrown my way during med school and my residency, just not about kissing.” She sighed and shook her head. He heard and felt her laugh and he relaxed a little.
“So, Taylor and I wanted to invite you two up to the dance floor for a special dance. A little welcome to the family for Gibson and…”
Gibson wasn’t sure if he should give her name. With the whole world online now, it wasn’t like he could keep people from looking her up.
He’d asked her to save him from unwanted attention and with this introduction he might be opening her to more of the same.
