(Warning: Due to mature content, including sex scenes and swearing, this book is intended for 18+ only)
It’s the middle of July, and I’m sitting at my best friend’s wedding reception on her father’s vineyard in Virginia.
The marquee looks beautiful and is filled with white round tables that have gold and pink confetti sprinkled all over them. The venue is packed with guests and catering staff, and at the back of the marquee is the wedding band, playing a slow song for the couple’s first dance of the night.
“Woo, go, Lydia!” I shout, clapping along with everyone else.
“Thanks, Lexi,” she shouts back, making the guests laugh.
My infectious feeling has reached everyone else as well as they drink and dance to the symphonies of the band.
The day Lydia asked me if I would be her maid of honor was one of the happiest moments of my life, and now that I watch her sway on the dance floor with her new husband, I couldn’t be happier.
“Don’t they look happy?” my mother says in awe as she watches them.
As we begin talking, I push a loose pin back in my looped half updo. “Yeah. They do.”
“Just think, that’ll be you one day,” my mom says, swirling her glass of wine around in the air.
“I need to get a man first, Mama.”
“True,” she grins. “But you’re still young, and you have plenty of time to give me grand-babies.”
Oh God, now she’s picturing me married and with kids. Lord, help me!
As I continue to watch the happy couple on the dance floor, I can’t help but feel a tinge of sadness. I wish my father was here to see them as he knew Lydia when she was just a little girl, but sadly cancer took him away from us a year ago. I grab a napkin off the table and dab my eye.
My mother holds my other hand on the table and gives it a gentle squeeze. “I miss him too, hun.”
I give a teary smile, grateful that she knows me so well.
“Do you ever, you know, think about finding someone,” I ask my mother delicately. I hate the thought of her living in her house all alone.
A sad smile crosses her face. “Sometimes, but I loved Arthur for forty years, and I’m not ready to let go of him just yet.”
I nod my head in understanding. I hope I will have a love as strong as there’s. It’s not often that childhood sweethearts stay married as long as they did.
I take a sip of my wine and change the conversation to a more happy one, and we soon laugh at our own stories of the preparations for the wedding.
As I look in the distance of the vineyard, I can see the sun is setting low in the sky, turning the sky into hues of oranges, reds, and crimsons. The fairy lights and candles cast around the marquee making the setting appear even more beautiful.
I can also smell the delicate essence of the flowers in the air that Lydia chose at my store only a few weeks ago. Lilies, pink roses, and lavender. They’re dotted all around, filling the marquee with a vibrancy of color.
It’s not long before the bride herself comes over to drag me out of my seat. The white train from her dress glides across the wooden floor, causing the guests to watch their footing as they walk by her. The rest of her dress is just as beautiful. She’s wearing a white satin wedding dress which hangs off her shoulders. The V neck goes down, accentuating her breasts and the dress cinches in at the waist, showing off her petite frame.
Lydia stops directly in front of me and puts her hand on my shoulder. “Come on, Lexi. We need a dance.”
I shake my head, protesting her request. “Oh, no. I’m happy to sit here for a bit.”
“Nonsense! You normally love a good dance.”
Lydia pouts comically and places her hands together in a prayer sign, begging me to join her. I turn to look at my mom to ask if she’ll be all right alone for a while.
“I think I can cope, dear. Go on, have some fun,” my mom encourages.
I rise from my seat and skip to the dance floor with my best friend to shake our stuff. The song is a little more upbeat this time with makes me shake my butt twice as hard.
Our dresses flow around us as we twirl and dance along the great dance floor, and I notice a few of the guys are standing on the sidelines, watching us with eager eyes.
I blush from their stares, knowing that the cleavage on my dress is giving them quite a show as my breasts move up and down to the rhythm of the music.
After dancing with Lydia for a few songs, I abandon her with her husband and head to the bar to down a couple of shots with some of the other bridesmaids.
“Here’s to a great wedding!” one toasts as we take a shot.
I feel a slight burn as the tequila runs down my throat, but it’s soon replaced with a warm feeling over my body.
“Here’s to Lydia and Oliver,” I toast, downing another tequila.
As the bartender fills out our third and final shot, another of the girl’s shouts. “And here’s to amazing sex tonight!”
We all cheer and laugh before I down the shot and slam the empty glass on the bar top.
All of a sudden, a large deep cough sounds behind us, causing all four of us to turn around.
Standing before us is the bride’s insanely smoking hot brother Max Right. He’s wearing a dark grey suit with an emerald color tie that makes his green eyes stand out perfectly.
God, he’s handsome. I’d give anything to run my hands through his light brown hair.
“Did I hear you toasting to great sex ladies?” he asks with a panty-dropping smile.
“Um,” I respond, dumbfounded.
The bridesmaid with black hair who I barely know saunters up to him and strokes his arm. “You heard right. And as it stands, I’m still searching for my partner,” she purrs.
The cheek of her! I inwardly seethe as I have had a crush on Max since high school.
He gives her an uneven smile and subtly shakes her off. “That’s very flattering of you, but I’m afraid I have to decline your offer.”
She huffs, seeming displeased with his rejection and immediately steps back to the bar, clicking her fingers for a glass of wine.
I’m doing a happy little dance on the inside as he turned her down, yet I have no idea why as she’s incredibly attractive and outshines all of us girls standing here.
His eyes lock with mine. “I actually came over to see if I could get a dance with the maid of honor.”
Oh my God, he’s talking about me!
I gulp. I can’t believe he is asking me out of all the other women here.
I take hold of his outstretched hand as he leads me away from the bridesmaids, and I quickly turn my head back to them. While two of them look over the moon for me, the girl with the black hair scowls.
When we reach the middle of the dance floor, he let’s go of my hand and I fumble with the chiffon material on my dress, not knowing how I should hold him.
The band switches to a slow melody, and Max takes the lead and lifts my hands, wrapping them around his neck. I give a shy smile, which makes Max laugh deeply.
“You are cute, Lexi.”
Oh my, I think my panties just got wet.
He takes a slight step closer to me so that our bodies are flush together, and he wraps his arms around me, with his hands sitting on my lower back. He’s standing so close that I can smell his musky cologne. The scent intoxicates me, and my mouth waters.
We begin to move on the spot, and I find that I’m a little wobbly on my heels from the amount of alcohol I have consumed, but luckily Max holds onto to me tight and keeps me upright.
After the third time I step on his feet, I apologize. “Sorry. The drinks are beginning to get to me.”
He smiles reassuringly. “No worries. I’ll make sure you won’t fall.”
I feel my cheeks heat at his warm words. “Thanks.”
We dance for a little longer in a circle, and halfway through the song, Max leans down and whispers against my ear. “You looking fucking stunning tonight, Lexi.”
I instantly have shivers go down my spine. What does he mean by that comment? He’s never spoken to me like this before as he acted like I didn’t exist when I was younger.
“T-thank you. You look handsome too,” I stutter.
He gives a deep throaty chuckle and moves his thumb back and forth against my back.
His touch electrifies my skin, and I lean even closer to him, resting my head against his chest.
All too soon, the song comes to an end. He releases me from our hold, and I’m about to turn away thinking that’s it, but he interrupts.
“Do you want to go for a walk through the vineyards?”
I nod my head, glad that he doesn’t want to leave me just yet. He takes my hand again and leads me through the throng of dancers and exit the dance floor at the back and duck out of the tent.
I immediately notice the drop in the air outside the warmth of the tent, causing goosebumps to form on my arms.
Somehow Max sees this and offers me his jacket.
“Thank you,” I respond gratefully, placing my arms into the sleeves.
His scent lingers on the jacket, and when he’s not looking, I take a sniff relishing the musky scent.
As we make our way down to the edge of the vineyards, we make small talk about the day’s events and noting how the weather has held up nicely for the couple.
I can’t remember the last time we ever talked this much, but it seems easy to talk to him, plus his sexy appearance would make anyone ecstatic to just stand next to him.
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