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Now that was surprising. Ice was Beckett’s closest friend. So why the hell had he reached out to Holden instead?
Not wanting to give anyone any reason to worry, Holden flashed an easy smile. “I’m sure it’s nothing. He just said he and Ruby were going to be late and asked me to cover for him.”
Ice frowned. “I’m gonna call him, see if I can’t figure out what’s taking them so long.”
“Probaby not a bad idea.” If anyone could get the truth out of Beckett, it was Ice.
Besides. Passing that little chore off to someone else left Holden free to focus all of his attention on keeping his poor babygirl on edge a little while longer.
Chapter 9
Frankie
If this woman doesn’t finish up my hair in the next five minutes, I’m walking out the door with it the way it is.
Gripping her phone in her lap, Frankie clenched her teeth together as another wave of teasing pleasure shot through her clit. For the past ten minutes, Holden had been turning the device on and off, edging her into oblivion.
She really was going to murder him. Right after she rode him so hard they both saw God.
Titania and Emily had arrived a few minutes before Holden had started teasing her again, and as much as she usually enjoyed Lottie’s sister-in-laws-to-be, just then the sound of everyone talking at once threatened to send her into an overstimulated rage.
“Hey. You okay, Frankie?”
Ivy. Forcing her eyes open, Frankie smiled for her worried friend. “Peachy-keen.”
“Really?” Lips twitching, Ivy raised a brow. “Because you look like you’re about to murder everyone in here.”
“That obvious?”
“Mmhmm. But also…” Glancing around as if she was afraid of being overheard, Ivy leaned in and dropped her voice. “Have you heard anything else from Ruby? I’m starting to get really worried.”
If she was being honest, Frankie was too. But she was doing her best to hide that worry so they wouldn’t freak Lottie out. “I texted her about fifteen minutes ago but haven’t heard anything. Do you think I should call her?”
“Probably not a bad idea.” A mischievous gleam sparkled in Ivy’s eyes. “Or I could call if you’ll be too… tied up.”
“I’ll call on my way across the hall.”
“Perfect. You need me to distract Lottie while you go do your thing?”
Gratitude warmed her from the inside out. “I would love you forever if you could. I just need like, twenty minutes. Maybe thirty.”
“Deal.”
No sooner had they struck the deal than the toy in Frankie’s pussy came buzzing back to life. Something must have shown on her face, because Ivy just gave her a pitying look and patted her arm before making her way over to where the other girls were all waiting on the couch.
It felt like an eternity, sitting in that chair, waiting for the stylist to finish. But at long, long last, she was set free.
Thank all the stars above. Fucking finally.
Slipping past the others, she made her way out to the hall and paused. God, she wanted nothing more than to march right into the other suite and jump her husband’s bones. But as the matron of honor, it was her duty to make sure everyone got to the wedding, at the bare minimum.
Pulling her phone from her pocket, she hit Ruby’s number, her knees nearly going weak with relief when Ruby answered immediately.
“I’m on my way! I’ll be there in like twenty minutes!”
“What the hell is going on, Ruby? Are you okay?”
“Yes. Maybe.” A loud noise came through the speaker that sounded suspiciously like a sob. “I’ll explain when I get there.”
