“Psst,” Adam whispers to get my attention. “What if Lily and Gage are holding up the show? Go check and see if they need to wait for the ceremony out here. I don’t want them causing trouble.”
I shift uncomfortably in my seat. No way do I want to walk into a crowd of women with wedding on the brain. There’s also a certain fairy I haven’t seen yet, and I’m feeling the need to postpone the inevitable pain that always comes with that. Lily and Gage are also part of the wedding party, and I’m sure they’ll be just fine staying with the girls. At Adam’s insistent glare, I sigh and roll my eyes, trying to think of another way.
“How much longer?” Kimberly pouts. Her whiny voice brings my attention back to her and gives me an idea at the same time.
“Kimberly, will you please check at the main house for Lily and Gage? I’ve got one set of balls too many to crawl up into that hen house. The kids can wait for the ceremony out here with us.”
“Of course. I’ll be right back.”
She stands and smooths out her mini dress, and I do mean mini. I’m not up to date on all the fashion shit, but I’m willing to bet her get-up is not appropriate wedding attire. She bends down, giving me a blatant shot of her Grand Canyon cleavage, and kisses me. Just like the dress, the full tongue kiss in the presence of God and everybody seems over the top. She sashays down the aisle, hips swinging too much to be natural, with a smug smile planted on her face.
I catch Adam’s rolling eyes, and I shrug. He hasn’t outwardly expressed a dislike for Kimberly, but it’s not hard to read him. Truth be told, she’s not at the top my list of favorite people, either. It’s funny how after a couple of dates here and there, she and I are right back on opposite sides of the fence. I’m just looking for an occasional date, and she’s ready pick out fucking china patterns.
Honestly, things are even more awkward between Kimberly and me now than they were the first time we dated. She offered up the goods that very first night when she spotted me at the bar, and she’s had her pussy on a platter ever since. The more I say no, the shorter her skirts get. Every time I duck her advances, she puts more cleavage on display. If her dress cuts any lower, there’s gonna be a nip slip. I’m running out of excuses. If I postpone sexy time much longer, she’ll for sure think my dick’s broken.
The old saying, “Love the one you’re with” … Yeah, I’m failing that shit in grand style. Whether or not Celia wants me, deep in my gut, being with Kimberly feels like betrayal. I can push through the hand holding, hugging, and occasional kiss, but anything more than that? I can’t go through with it. I keep waiting for it to get easier, for the edge to dull with time, but … I’m still waiting. I won’t force a relationship with Kimberly if I’m not feeling it, and I don’t feel a damn thing. No woman deserves to be second best when she’s in a man’s bed. That being said, I have a picture in my mind of Kimberly’s impatient vagina with its arms crossed and toe tapping, waiting for me to get my head in the game. The image isn’t helping matters.
After a few minutes pass, Kimberly storms back down the aisle and throws herself into her seat, crossing her arms. Her chest heaves with each breath, and unshed tears swim in her eyes. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and squeeze.
“What’s the matter, babe?”
“Sara said she had the twins under control.” She breathes a sigh and presses her fingers into the corner of her eyes to stop the tears. “Why do they always have to be so mean to me? What did I ever do to them?”
I catch Adam’s attention and shake my head, silently telling him to leave well enough alone. I inhale a deep breath in a feeble attempt to get my temper under control. They don’t have to be her best friend, but there’s no excuse for being bitches. Maybe they aren’t the people I think they are.
“Fuck ‘em. You don’t have to take that shit, Kimberly, and neither do I. We’ll take off as soon as we can,” I say, running a hand through my hair in frustration.
I feel her relax in my arms, but rustling from behind catches our attention before she can respond.
Lily and Gage stand together at the far end of the aisle, stock-still and petrified as all eyes turn to them. Sara places a kiss on top each of their heads before taking her seat next to the rest of the gang.
That’s when I see her.
Celia kneels next to Lily and Gage and whispers something. Whatever she said causes giggles to erupt, and she places her finger over her lips to quiet them.
God, I can’t pull my eyes away. She’s positively stunning. She sparkles, and I swear it has nothing to do with her damn dusting powder. She shines like a beacon, and I’m powerless, completely overtaken by her beauty.
Gage’s eyes brighten when Celia places something in his hand, and he quickly shoves it into his pocket with a sly grin. She holds her fisted hand over Lily’s head. At Celia’s command, Lily twirls with a bashful smile, and her eyes light up with magic as Celia sprinkles glitter over her head.
They both crash into her for a hug, almost toppling Celia to the ground. She gives each of them a quick squeeze and pushes them forward. They hustle back to the aisle and begin their duties as ring bearer and flower girl. Gage holds the pillow perfectly still in front of him, and Lily pelts the guests with flower petals.
Celia stands up and dusts off her knees. Our eyes meet for a brief moment, and it’s electricity, quickly followed by the sting of longing. The current that flows through me only serves as a reminder of what I’ll never have.
The music changes, and Alex starts down the aisle, looking every bit of the beautiful bride. My attention turns to West, the luckiest fucker here today. I see the look in his eyes—the realization that nothing else in the world matters more than this woman standing before him. I’m well acquainted with the feeling. It’s exactly how I feel every time my hungry eyes get the tiniest glimpse of Celia.
And isn’t that the bitch of it.
Pledges are made, rings are exchanged, and happy tears flow like fountains, but my clouded mind can’t appreciate any of it. I feel her behind me. She couldn’t be any louder than if she were screaming at the top of her lungs, although she never utters a word.
I pull Kimberly away from the festivities the first chance I get. I hate to take off without a word, but my chest will explode if I don’t. I’ll give the happy couple my congrats at their going away party. Since Alex and West don’t leave for their honeymoon until next week, our friends organized a going away honeymoon party. I need to ready my heart for another round of tap dancing.
But for tonight, I focus on yet another reason why my cock can’t come out and play with Kimberly’s over eager lady parts.
Fuck, I feel a fake headache coming on…
“What happened to you yesterday, dude? I thought we had plans to play basketball, and your flaky ass never fucking showed,” I say as I open my front door and toss my keys on the counter.
“Damn, it completely slipped my mind. Sara and I ran all over town yesterday getting ready for Alex and West’s party this weekend, and then Lily had dance. It was a shit show of an afternoon. Sorry about that.” Even now, I can hear the yelps and giggles of Lily and Gage in the background.
“Look at you, all domesticated. Is your fiancé only going to let you out to play on special occasions now?”
I balance the phone between my ear and shoulder so I can feed and water Biz. He’s lucky I’m feeding him at all with the shit he’s pulled lately. He’s taken to peeing on every surface Kimberly sits on after she leaves. My sofa is draped in towels, and the woman is questioning my obsession with her sitting on one particular barstool. I’d sell the hound to the gypsies at this point, but they’d probably return him the next day. I get that Biz isn’t her biggest fan, but there are better ways to make his point than with piss.