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  We’re ushered over to the head table where we take our seats in front of everyone. The wedding, which started as small and intimate, has turned into a celebration with everyone we’ve ever met. I didn’t care who she asked to come, as long as she was going to be walking to me and saying yes. I’ve never seen her so drunk on power before and it was kind of adorable. It makes me want to have another wedding all over again just to see her like this.

  “Eat,” I say as I push a plate of food towards her and she takes it from me.

  “I’m starving,” she says as I grab my fork and start feeding her.

  “You didn’t eat today?” I ask, irritated. “I had food delivered every hour especially.”

  “Have I told you how much I love you?” she says as she laughs and leans forward to kiss me. “I got all the food and snacks you sent. It’s just been a long day and I’m hungry again.”

  “I’ll have them bring you another plate,” I say, flagging down the wedding coordinator.

  “Marco,” she hisses but doesn’t stop me when I ask for seconds to be brought over.

  “I won’t have my baby going hungry,” I say as I rest my hand on her belly.

  She looks at me and bites her lip and I can see she’s hungry for more than food. She wanted to stay in separate houses last night but I couldn’t do it. I ended up sneaking into her parents’ house and into bed with her late last night and had to leave early this morning so I wouldn’t get caught.

  “I didn’t get enough time with you last night,” I say in a low voice.

  Suddenly someone comes over the microphone and I remember we’re in a room full of people. All I want to do is get her out of here and take her to bed, but I have to remind myself that this is her night, too.

  One of her aunts is going on about how clumsy she was as a toddler and how Gia sang karaoke at their lake house when she was ten. I’m sure they’re all great stories, but I don’t hear a word of it because Gia’s hand has begun to move up my thigh and onto my cock.

  Her fingers softly and slowly brush over my hard length. She’s teasing me under the table in a room full of people when she knows I can’t carry her out of here.

  “Oh look!” she says excitedly as she squeezes me harder. “Jason is here with his girl.”

  “You’re playing with fire,” I say, grabbing her wrist to still her motions.

  “Just trying to enjoy the moment,” she says and winks at me.

  That’s the same thing I told her this morning when I was between her legs. If she wanted me on edge she’s doing a great job of getting me there.

  “You keep teasing me and you’re going to end up in a coat closet with that wedding dress trussed up.”

  Her cheeks flush and she looks down at my lap and I see her tongue run along her lips.

  “Would that be so bad?” I’m holding her hand, but her fingers still manage to move and instead of pulling it away, I press it harder against me.

  “It’s your wedding day, so you tell me.” I stand up and pull her in front of me to hide my hard cock. “You want to consummate this marriage while three hundred of your closest friends and family wait on us to cut the cake?”

  “They won’t even know we’re gone.” She smiles up at me in challenge and I wrap my arms around her waist.

  “Oh, they’ll know.” I pick her up and carry her out of the room with a few people shouting from behind us. “I just don’t give a fuck.”

  “Have I told you I love you?” she says with a laugh.

  “Yeah, but I’ll never get tired of hearing it.”

  We’re late to cutting the cake, tossing the bouquet, and the first dances. But what the bride wants, the bride gets and she gets it over and over tonight.

  Epilogue

  Gia

  Five years later…

  “Crap,” I whisper too loudly when my phone starts to ring in my hand.

  I thought I’d put it on silent but I must have forgotten. I was using it for a flashlight until Caroline’s name came across the screen. I called her a few hours ago but she was busy. Busy doing her husband from what it sounded like before the line went dead. I knew not to call back. She’d call when she got a moment and I know the feeling. We both have houses full of kids running underfoot. When you have a stolen moment with your husband, you take it.

  I would’ve called Savannah when I had my suspicions something was going on, but she would have told me to slice Marco’s tires or something crazy. Caroline’s the level-headed one of the three of us. I’m the one who overthinks everything and can draw the wrong conclusion too fast. Savannah is ride or die and she’d be down to set everything on fire and then ask me if I was sure we should’ve done it. Caroline would burn it with us—after she made sure it was something we should be burning in the first place. The three of us work well together if you ask us, and not our husbands.

  “What’s cooking?” she asks when I answer the phone.

  I bet her husband is doing the same as mine right now and putting our babies to bed. I bet she’s waiting for him and took the free moment to call me. I should be doing the same, but instead I’m sneaking around in the dark.

  “Marco is cheating on me,” I whisper into the phone, but Caroline just bursts into uncontrollable laughter. When I say the words out loud it sounds ridiculous even to me. “Stop laughing so loud! He’ll hear you!” I whisper-yell at her, but she only laughs harder and I roll my eyes. “Ouch.” I muffle my cry as I stub my toe. I wiggle it to make sure it’s still in working order. I blame the desk that’s been in the same spot for years and not my feet being swollen. My feet always do this when I’m pregnant.

  “What are you doing over there?” she asks.

  “Looking for evidence. What else would I be doing?” I stop shuffling through his desk drawer to answer her.

  “Aren’t you supposed to check their phones or computer search history?” Caroline offers, and I glance at his computer. “He’s not cheating.”

  “He’s up to something. We didn't have sex this morning,” I tell her.

  “He turned you down?” I hear the skepticism in her tone.

  “Well, no,” I admit. “I slept in and he was gone when I woke up.” This time she’s nice enough to try and hide her laugh. “Yesterday he was on the phone and when I walked in he got off really fast,” I add, but she’s not buying what I’m selling. Her hidden laughter says it all. “It’s probably the secretary,” I mumble as I move his computer mouse to wake the screen up.

  “He doesn't have a secretary,” Caroline says dryly.

  “I know.” The only person I could come up with that he would cheat on me with was a fake person. “Whose side are you on?”

  “You know you’re being crazy, right?” she asks, ignoring my question.

  The lights in the room flick on and I stand wide eyed staring at Marco who’s in his sleep pants and no shirt. I thought I had more time since he was putting the kids to bed. Of course this time they went down in seconds.

  “Gotta go.” I end the call, but not before I hear her laugh around the word “busted.” I am and now he knows I’m up to something.

  “Babe? Why are you in here in the dark?” He clears the distance between us quickly. Too quickly for me to come up with a reason.

  “I know everything,” I whisper-yell, trying to be quiet and not wake up the kids. He shakes his head at me with a smirk.

  “You’re not going to find out what I’m doing by snooping through my desk.”

  “So you admit it.” I point my finger at him and he grabs it and bites the end before kissing it. I narrow my eyes at him.

  “I know you’ve made up some reason to go searching in my office hoping to find out what I’ve been planning.”

  “Am not,” I deny, but my shoulders drop. I always have the craziest pregnancy hormones. “You’re planning something?”

  “Five years of being married to you. Yeah, I’m planning something.” He reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ear.

  “Oh.” I feel silly now, but he should know I’m crazy when I’m pregnant. “What are you planning?” I peek up at him, trying to bat my lashes and hoping he’ll forget I was sneaking around.

  “All this time together and you don’t know how to get something from me?” He lifts me onto his desk. “You owe me, Gia. You passed out after I ate that sweet pussy this morning.”

  Oh yeah, that’s why we didn't have morning sex. I’m not just hormonal when I’m pregnant, I’m super forgetful, too.

  “Let’s try this again. I’ll make sure you don’t pass out this time.” He pulls my panties down my legs and throws them to the floor. “Let me remind you that you’re the only one for me.” He kisses my center as he looks into my eyes. “Even when you’re acting a little crazy.” I smile at my husband and love that even when I’m nuts he can’t get enough.

  If someone asked him about this he’d probably call it adorable. He’s a good man and I know he’ll only ever let me have a happily ever after.

  * * *

  THE END!

  Pretty Virgin

  by Alexa Riley

  Skyler left a home that was cold, distant, and filled with animosity. She was desperate to get away and the second she was free, she swore she’d never let that happen to her again. So why did the one man she’s ever had feelings for ghost her so completely? Jason was everything she wanted and then one day he was gone. When a bump in with a stranger makes her the damsel in distress, she’s shocked to find Jason nearby like an angry, jealous bull.

  Jason did the hardest thing of his life when he stepped away from Skyler. He thought he was doing the right thing, because everything inside of him was screaming to make her his. His instant love for her was consuming and all he wanted to do was smother her with attention. What kind of li
fe is that for any woman? But he never went far. When he took her eyes off her for two seconds, however, that was exactly long enough for her to find trouble. When she shows up with his brother at the family dinner, he finally sees that staying away is no longer an option.

  Warning: The only reason he backed off is because he WANTED HER TOO MUCH! Can you even imagine how wonderful this hero is? It’s over-the-top cray-in-love and we are living for it. Find out why the grouchy older brother is so pissed off all the time. *whispers* It’s because of the woman he loves. We promise to do you right!

  Chapter 1

  Skyler

  “It’s really fine,” I try and tell him again. Okay, maybe it’s not because my knees are throbbing from hitting the concrete sidewalk and the burn of his coffee still lingers on my stomach. I don’t think either of us were paying attention when we collided.

  Damn it. This was my favorite shirt and it’s definitely ruined now. It’s not even mine, but the man it belongs to isn’t going to ask for it back. He took part of my heart with him when he left so I’m keeping the shirt, even if it only brings me heartache. The smell of him is long gone, but there’s no way I’m getting this coffee stain out of it. Maybe this guy did me a favor and I can get rid of it.

  “My parents’ place is just around the corner. Let me help you at least get cleaned up.” He holds his hands up, unsure of what to do. I can tell he wants to help me, but he’s trying not to touch me. Something about his deep blue eyes is familiar, which has to be the reason I’m agreeing to go with him.

  “Okay,” I say and his shoulders drop in relief.

  He said his parents’ house, so at least it’s not some random place. My knees are starting to throb and I’m pretty sure they are bleeding. I finally glance down and see blood seeping through the material of my gray leggings. I gasp and jerk my head up to look away, and as I do I feel dizzy. Strong arms wrap around me to keep me from falling over.

  “Shit, should we go to the hospital?” he asks, and I’m sure

  my face is green.

  “No, It’s just the blood.” I suck in a deep breath and pull it together the best I can. The sight of it always makes me sick.

  “We’ll get you fixed up. I bet my mom or sister has something at the house you can wear if you need to change your…” He trails off for a beat. “Pants.”

  I let out a small laugh and meet his gaze again. His eyes are so unsettling but I don’t know why.

  “I’m Skyler. Maybe we should exchange names since you’re taking me to your parents’ house and getting me pants.”

  “Jon,” he laughs as he helps me steady my feet. “I really am sorry about this.” He starts to guide me down the sidewalk and finally releases me when I can manage on my own. “I was trying not to be late, but it looks as though I only made it worse.”

  “If you need to be somewhere, I’m okay.” I stop walking for a moment and try not to look down at my knees because I might pass out. There’s no way I’m making a subway ride. Jesus, I’m a mess over a little blood. I’ve had hemophobia since… I stop my train of thought, not wanting to go there.

  “No, it’s cool, just family dinner. My mom can be ruthless if you miss one or show up late.” He says it with a smile, making me think his mom isn't ruthless at all. “She’d be extra pissed if she knew I’d left a woman who needed some help.”

  I relax. I know he’s going to make sure I’m okay even though I’m a grown woman—if twenty counts as grown, but I know some people don’t. Jason comes to mind, but I fight the thoughts of him and shove them into the box I don’t want to open.

  “I’ll pay for the shirt.” He eyes my white shirt that’s a couple of sizes too big for me.

  I only meant to run out and grab some coffee. Then I got a wild hair to run over to my favorite bakery across town and pick up something sweet for later. I was going to spend my lazy Sunday eating pie and getting lost in a book and reruns of reality TV.

  “It’s fine. It might have been my fault.” He was getting out of a cab and I was lost in my head and not paying attention. It was a bad habit of mine to get off track and walk right past the place I was headed. Sometimes it would take me two blocks to realize what I’d done. Which is exactly what happened today.

  “Did you go there?” He nods to the university logo on my shirt that’s faded from having been washed so many times.

  “No.”

  College hadn’t been in the cards for me. At one time I would have thought so, but life can change so quickly. I’ve learned that lesson too many times to count. Each day you never know what you’re going to get and you can never rely on anyone but yourself.

  We turn the corner into a nice neighborhood that’s very much like the one I grew up in. I only came all the way out here because of the bakery. It’s the same one Jason took me to. I grew addicted to the place with one taste, just like I’d done with him. That’s all it took for me to fall under his spell, but as quickly as he was in my life, he was out of it. It’s almost like he dropped off the planet.

  I’ve only seen him once since then when I purposely went looking for him. I pretended to run into him, which was pathetic, but when I found him with another girl it was bittersweet. It made me realize I needed to move on too. Jason wasn't coming back and even if he did try and crawl his way back to me, I’d step right over him. I’ve never fallen so easily for a man and the one time I let my guard down I was left shattered and alone.

  Jon guides me up a driveway and opens a side door. “You hungry? My mom’s going to ask you to stay for dinner.”

  I flick my gaze to Jon as he holds the door open for me. He’s handsome and maybe a year or two older than me. This could be my move-on moment, but there’s no spark. He seems nice enough, but I’m not sure if he’s hinting at me staying because his mom is going to ask or because he wants me to. He seems like a good guy, but I’m not feeling anything romantic.

  “I probably shouldn't,” I admit as I enter. The scent of food hits me and my stomach makes a loud growl, causing Jon to chuckle. All I’ve had so far today is coffee. I still haven't gotten my pie and from the look of things I won’t anytime soon.

  “I don’t think your stomach agrees,” Jon teases me as we walk through a kitchen where a woman is standing at the stove. She has dark hair with a few gray streaks and she turns to look at us.

  “You’re late.” Her eyes fill with surprise when she sees me and I know it’s his mom.

  “I need the first-aid kit, Mom,” Jon tells her. Her eyes roam over me quickly before she darts off, shouting a “be right back” over her shoulder.

  “Let’s sit you down.” Jon leads me out of the yummy-smelling kitchen into the dining room. The table is set and ready for what has to be a giant family. If I didn't know any better I’d think it was Thanksgiving.

  I glance over when I see someone enter from another room and all the air in my lungs freezes. Jason stands there looking as shocked as I am. We stare at each other for a long moment, neither one of us saying a word.

  “You okay, Skyler?” Jon asks me.

  He puts his hand on my thigh just above my knee. No, I’m not okay. So many emotions come flooding back to me and then I see her. The same girl I saw Jason with before. She walks in right behind him and her eyes move to where I’m at with Jon and then to Jason.

  Jason stares at Jon, and I watch anger take over his shocked expression.

  “What are you doing with my girl?” Jason points his finger at Jon and I realize I didn’t know he had a brother. It’s another reminder that I wasn’t worth confiding in. “Sky, come here,” he orders, but doesn't glance my way.

  “I’m not your girl,” I answer as I glance at Jon and watch a small smirk pull at the side of his mouth. I see it now, why his eyes felt so familiar. “I’m with Jon.” The words pop out of my mouth before I have a chance to think them over and to my surprise Jon’s smirk turns into a full-on smile before Jason launches himself across the dining room table.