Page 7 of Wedding Wrecker

Kyle chuckles and rubs his eyes as he shakes his head. “No, no, it was definitely me,” he says, meeting my gaze with the most honest of smiles. He’s too wholesome, too inexperienced to put up a front for the sake of a hook-up. And as he leans in for a kiss, I enjoy it too, relaxing into his soft-yet-hard form.

If I weren’t staying at my parents’ tonight, I would consider inviting him to stay the night so we could fuck again, but it is what it is. For now, I indulge in his sweet mouth, entwining my limbs with his in the hay. I even let myself squeeze his ass again as we lazily make out, and he whimpers, pushing closer, as if he were ready for round two already.

“How long are you staying?” Kyle asks between kisses, and this is when I know it’s time to pull away. While no longer a teen, Kyle is still young, and he’s just lost his V-card. I’m not willing to become the object of his obsession. He should find a local guy for that.

“I’m leaving tomorrow.”

His face falls, but as I brace myself to give him a little speech about hooking up when I visit my parents again, his eyes widen and he sits up so fast I end up rolling to the side. “Oh, goddamn it!”

I frown, pulling off the full condom, which at this point is close to falling from my softening cock. “What? What is it?”

“I forgot about the cameras,” Kyle mumbles, pointing toward a beam, where a little device is staring straight at us.

I freeze. “Seriously?”

But Kyle is already scrambling up. He pulls up his pants like he’s on fire, and I can’t help but laugh because hay is sticking to his ass. “I just need to go delete the footage!” he yells and almost falls over on his way.

Guess that’s my cue. It will make the goodbyes a lot less awkward.

I gather myself from the hay as his footsteps fade away, and I can’t help a little whistle on my way out of the stables. It was worth coming to the damn wedding just for this.

Chapter 3

Logan

The afternoon sun warms my face as I drive through the peaceful grasslands peppered with leafy trees. I might hate weddings since my own turned into such a disaster, but the weather and the prospect of a vacation paid in full by my rich uncle keep my mood elevated as I approach the road that should lead to the venue. I pick up a cup of cold coffee and sip from it as my sister’s name appears on the screen of my phone. Again.

I roll my eyes and place my drink back in the cupholder before answering. “Yeah, yeah, I’m on my way,” I say, assuming this will be a repeat of the conversation we already had ten minutes ago.

Ann isn’t usually this intrusive, so I just roll with it to avoid giving her any more reasons to stress. I kind of always thought it was the bride who goes through a rollercoaster of emotion on her wedding day, but it seems that the duties of the maid of honor might have overwhelmed my sister.

Then again, she is just twenty-one, and our cousin, Madison, should know better than to work Ann into the ground.

My little sister’s voice has a shrill edge as I hear it through the car’s speakers. “Logan. Seriously, where are you? The welcome dinner is in fifteen minutes. Madison will freak out if it doesn’t start on time.”

“I’m almost there. And I’m hardly the guest of honor, so what does she care—”

“It matters because she wants everyone seated! Imagine you burst in there as I introduce the bride and groom. Get it together, Logan,” she says as if I were about to deliver a baby, not sit at a table and drink.

“I’m parking right now.”

Technically, I’m only now pulling into the driveway of the luxurious resort where the whole event is to take place, but that’s just an unnecessary detail. The long stretch of road I’m on will take me straight to the pale buildings I can see in the distance.

I step on the gas pedal as we disconnect, and within a couple of minutes, I cross the white gates of Villa Toscana. I head straight to the parking spaces farthest from the big main building with tall Grecian columns at the entrance, but as I stop the car, Ann is already rushing toward me in a peach cocktail dress and her dark blonde hair styled into tidy waves.

“You said you were in the parking lot minutes ago!” She accosts me as soon as I open the car door.

I raise my hands in surrender. “Jesus! I lied because I didn’t want you to worry. I’m here, aren’t I?” I’m even wearing a suit, like she told me to. I hoped day one would be more casual, but Ann warned me Madison wanted everyone to make an impression. I don’t know who on, but okay.

At least I was allowed to skip the tie, because buttoning up all the way to the neck might push my patience on a day as warm as this one.

She rolls her eyes and grabs my arm, though I’m not sure if it’s because she wants to make me go faster or needs to feel safer walking in high heels that match the shade of her dress near-perfectly. I don’t often see her this glammed-up, since she spends most of her time with the horses, but I nod in approval. “Gotten any marriage proposals since you arrived?”

She pokes me in the ribs as we approach the manicured bushes on the edge of the parking lot. “Flattery won’t help you.”

“Still worth a try.” I laugh, impressed with how fast she’s walking. “Let me know if you need any help at the event. I’m here for the food, but I won’t leave you hanging if push comes to shove.”

“No, no, I can manage. It’s stressful, because I don’t want to deal with Madison descending into hysterics,”—we both grin, knowing how particular our cousin can be—”but it’s a good learning experience. And if I need some help, or a loan in the future, Uncle Jacob might be more inclined to say yes.”