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“That’s it,” I growl. “Come all over my cock, baby.”
Her fingers move frantically over her clit, and her walls clench around me, her release washing over her in waves. I follow her over the edge, my own release spilling out as I bury my face in her neck, muttering curses against her skin.
For a long moment, we stand there, our hearts pounding, the water still raining down on us, blending with our sweat and mingling with the steam rising around us.
This isn’t just chemistry. It’s gravity—pulling us together in a way that feels inevitable, unstoppable.
We’re supposed to be fake. A temporary arrangement. No feelings, no expectations. Just until after the wedding.
But the way she looks at me, the way her body moves with mine, it feels anything but simple.
And that terrifies me.
Because I know myself. I don’t do deep. I don’t do forever.
Chapter 19
Lainey
Thedayisoffto a blissful start as I sit back in the plush spa chair, feeling the gentle warmth of a facial mask on my skin. Beside me, Chloe and Janelle are mid-conversation, their voices relaxed and happy as we soak in the calm of the spa.
“This is heaven,” Chloe murmurs, her voice muffled slightly by her mask. “I didn’t realize how much I needed this until now.”
I smile, basking in her contentment. “Every bride deserves a little pampering. And we’re just getting started.”
Janelle glances over, lifting her hand with a grin. “And the nails are on point! Lainey, you really went above and beyond with the planning. Chloe’s entire entourage is in for a treat today.”
I shrug, trying to brush off the praise, but a spark of pride ignites within me. “I just want everything to be perfect for her.”
Chloe reaches over to give my hand a squeeze. “Mission accomplished.”
After our masks are carefully removed and our fresh mani-pedis are complete, we slip into our spa robes and head toward the lounge area to meet the rest of the guests. The soft hum of laughter greets us as we enter, and I can’t help but feel a small swell of relief as I see everyone relaxed and enjoying themselves.
The bridal shower lounge is a picture of serene luxury, with soft ambient music floating through the room and a light aroma of lavender and eucalyptus filling the air. Plush seats, elegant decor, and each guest wrapped in matching white robes as they sip on mimosas and sample bites from the snack table—it’s everything I envisioned for Chloe’s day.
Janelle gives me an approving nod. “You’re seriously setting the bar high for bridal showers, Lainey.”
I laugh, brushing it off, but the pride lingers. “Well, with all the help from Casey and the team, we managed to pull it together.”
Casey, Chloe’s assistant, practically beams at the acknowledgment. She’s seated nearby, looking pleased as can be. Diane, Chloe’s mom, sits beside her, casting a warm, motherly look in my direction.
“You know, Lainey,” Diane says with a kind smile, “it’s clear you put your heart into this. You’re a wonderful friend to Chloe.”
The words hit me with an unexpected wave of emotion, and I nod, swallowing the sudden knot in my throat. I remind myself that this day is about Chloe, about celebrating her new chapter. But as I take in her glowing face and the laughter of all the women around us, a flicker of isolation sneaks in—a quiet reminder that, for now, my life still revolves around other people’s happy endings.
Janelle notices my brief pause and places a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “Ready to move on to the gifts?”
“Yes,” I say, mustering a bright smile. “Let’s get to it!”
We all settle back, watching as Chloe starts with the first gift. She opens a cozy throw blanket from her cousin Samantha, a woven beauty in shades of blue and cream. Chloe clutches it to her chest with delight.
“Oh, this will look perfect on our new couch!” she says, her smile wide.
Diane chimes in with a laugh, “We’re all expecting pictures of Jasper and Stanley enjoying that big yard of yours.”
Chloe laughs, her face glowing. “Wyatt’s already calling it ‘Stanley’s domain.’ You’d think the house was for the dog, not the family.”
I join in on the laughter, teasing her. “You’ve got two boys and a dog to handle now. Good luck keeping them all in line.”
