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  A hand snaked up her back and over her shoulder, delving down into the front of her gown. Feeling profound relief that Lucian hadn’t left, she relaxed against him and pressed her bottom back against his hard body.

  “I knew you missed me.” He nuzzled her neck.

  Molly tensed and whirled around. “Dan,” she gasped, cringing. “What are you doing?” His eyes were glassy with too much drink. She had seen that look in his eyes too many times while they dated and didn’t welcome it now.

  “What?” His hair was sticking up in awkward angles and his shirt was unbuttoned to his navel.

  “Gross.” She shuddered. “Don’t touch me.”

  “Hey…” He gave her an indignant look. “You’re the one that pressed your ass into my dick.”

  “I wouldn’t have done that if I knew it was you.”

  “Yeah, right,” he snipped.

  “Where’s your slut?”

  “She isn’t a slut. Her name is Tracy,” he reprimanded. “She had to go.”

  Molly felt a wave of dread creep over her. If Tracy left, did that mean Lucian was with her?

  ♣

  Lucian swerved back and forth down the patterned carpet of the hall. He was seeing double. He was going to wait for Molly but after he finished his third whiskey and she still wasn’t back, he decided to go back to the rooms to look for her. Lifting his hand, he knocked on the door. When no one answered, he pulled out his key card and used it on the groomsmen door where he had gotten ready earlier.

  He was going to lay down for a few, knock the edge off.

  Unlocking the door, he stepped inside. The lights were out, but he didn’t think much about that since he was pretty sure he had turned them off when he left. Once he shut the door, he noticed a faint shaft of light coming from under the bathroom door. Thinking it was one of the guys, he made his way to one of the beds. As he sat down, the bed creaked under his weight. Kicking off his shoes, he leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment. Once he rested for a few he would go back and look for Molly, or at least that was the plan.

  ♣

  Stationed on the side of the dance floor, Molly swayed back and forth to the music. She was feeling no pain at this point. The buzz she had lost, she got back tenfold from the two whiskeys she downed so quickly. She gave the bartender a derisive look. He was right, of course, but she didn’t want to admit that. She still hadn’t seen Lucian, which meant he was probably off with Tracy somewhere.

  “Stupid men,” she complained and hiccupped. She wanted to sit down but Peggy was about to toss the bouquet. Leaning down, she pulled off her strappy sandals and fell sideways.

  “Sorry,” she mumbled.

  A distinguished older man with a cane gave her mischievous grin. “No problem,” he said.

  Molly noticed he had a crisp English accent. She frowned. She didn’t remember seeing him at the wedding. “Must be from Marshall’s side of the family,” she murmured to herself.

  Brushing her hair back from her face, she took her place and waited.

  The DJ finally killed the music.

  “Ladies, get ready,” he announced cheerily as Peggy turned her back to the crowd.

  A group of women gathered around closer.

  Molly kicked her shoes out of the way and elbowed her way to the front, not caring one bit about the gasps and derogatory remarks from the other women she was cutting off.

  “On the count of three,” the DJ bellowed.

  “One, two…three…”

  The bouquet was tossed and all hell broke loose.

  The women stormed the dance floor, fighting their way and each other, for the coveted bouquet.

  Molly made a dive for the bouquet. Her fingers grasped the ribbon covered stems….

  Someone shoved her.

  She slid sideways, losing her grip.

  The bouquet fell.

  Another girl dove on top of it.

  Then it was over.

  Just like that.

  “I’ve got it,” screamed one of the women from the pile up on the floor.

  Molly straightened back up and glared over towards the woman who was now waving the bouquet like an imbecile.

  Disgusted, she sat down at one of the empty tables and rubbed her sore trampled toes. “Bitch,” she mumbled.

  “Pardon.”

  Embarrassed someone had heard, she turned and looked over her shoulder. She wasn’t alone at the table like she had thought. “Oh, it’s you.” Heat climbed to her face.

  He gave her an assessing look.

  Molly was surprised to see the man she had nearly taken out earlier, sitting on the opposite side of the table.

  “Things are not always what they appear to be,” he said casually.

  “Pardon,” she said. “Not sure what the man was even speaking about.”

  “Love,” he said. “It is tough.”

  “Huh?”

  His face became serious. “Take heed,” he said and grabbed her hand.

  Molly shivered. His fingers were like ice. She tried to pull her hand away but he held fast.

  Lucian was dreaming.

  Cool hands slid under his shirt. Lucian groaned in his sleep. His belt made a slight tinkling sound as it was unbuckled. He didn’t hear it. His mind was back at Ravenhurst, at the cabin in the woods, with Cecily.

  He remembered how she would tease him. How she would make him wild….

  His dick sprang to life and his buttocks clenched. “Damn, babe,” he murmured as those same cool hands pulled off his jeans and boxer briefs.

  He knew on some level something wasn’t right but he was so drunk, he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around what was happening.

  “Shhh,” a voice whispered its way into his sub-consciousness. “I’ll make it better.”

  Warm wet lips kissed his stomach, moving downward to where he was throbbing. Hands pressed on the insides of his thighs, pushing them apart as a gentle hand slid under his balls, cupping them.

  He breathed in a sharp intake of air from the sensation.

  Fingers encircled his length, stroking, squeezing, milking him for everything he was worth and just when he thought he would explode, they retreated.

  “Don’t stop,” he begged, still wrapped in his dream.

  Again, those lips hit the tip of his erection, sliding up and down the length and then taking him into the warmth again…he groaned as they retreated, again.

  Over and over, he was assaulted. Teeth nipping, fingers clawing, squeezing his balls… caressing… fondling…

  His balls drew up tight.

  Cecily used to do that to him. It was a dream. It had to be a dream and damn, it felt so good.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Lucian was coming out of his stupor, it was hard not to when his dick felt like it was on the verge of exploding. His body became tense… he was so close…

  Lucian’s eyes snapped open.

  He realized that he wasn’t back at Ravenhurst, with Cecily, nor would he want to be. But this, this, what was happening to him now was…. Wrong.

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “This…” Tracy grinned at him and then planted her mouth back on the tip of his erection; at the same time she cupped his balls.

  “FUCK!” Shoving his hands into her hair, he tightened them against her scalp, and pulled back until his length slid out of her mouth.

  “Lucian…”

  “Give me a minute.”

  He hissed out a breath, fighting for control. He didn’t want this, but he couldn’t stop either. Not now.

  “Lay down,” he demanded.

  Tracy quickly did as he instructed. Her head at the bottom of the bed, she bent her knees and opened her legs wide. Reaching up she tweaked her nipples.

  If possible Lucian got even harder. His eyes drifted down, he could see her wetness glistening in the folds between her thighs. Hooking his arms in the bend of her legs, he jerked her forward to the point the backs of her thighs pressed against his chest. Pos
itioning himself, he pushed himself to her entrance and with one thrust he easily slid inside.

  “Yesss…” she moaned, reaching forward, grasping his thighs, scratching his flesh with her nails as she lifted her hips to take him deeper.

  Lucian gritted his teeth. He was still half-assed drunk. He didn’t want this, not with her. But as it stood, he didn’t have much choice in the matter. At least that is what he told himself to clear his nagging conscience.

  Closing his eyes, he gripped her hips tightly and thrust deep. “Damn,” he groaned.

  He let the moment control him. Pumping, harder, faster… it was only moments before his mind was void again from everything except what he was doing and how it was making him feel. He would worry about the consequences later because right now his only concern was release.

  Tracy eagerly grabbed at him, scratching his thighs and buttocks.

  Lucian, glistening with sweat, continued his relentless pace, thrusting, and retreating. His grunts of satisfaction overrode her mewls, and gasps of pleasure.

  Lost completely now, he continued, on and on. His sack slapped against her bare ass, making her squirm.

  “Oh yeess!” Shaking all over, she tightened around him like a vice and only then did she finally give over to her release.

  That was all it took.

  One…two…three more thrusts and Lucian, too, fell over the edge into blessed oblivion.

  ♣

  Molly stumbled into her rented room, tossed her sequined bag on the bed, and her heels on the floor. Even though there were still a lot of guests at the reception, she had told Peggy she was calling it a night.

  She swerved across the room and stepped onto the cold tiles in the bathroom. She was going to take a shower, then put on her sweats and then call room service. After that, she was going to pass out.

  The night went downhill after she got back from the bathroom with Peggy and found out Lucian was gone. Then on top of that, Dan had made a pass at her, trying to feel her up and then got mad when she yelled at him for it. Seriously? Come on. What did he expect?

  “Limp chimp,” she grumbled thinking about Dan. She couldn’t believe she had missed getting the bouquet and then, to top off her less than stellar evening, the strange gentleman and his weird warnings made her feel even more unsettled. Who in the hell was he even talking about? She really had no idea and had said as much to him. But he still continued on in hushed tones with his warnings about trust and relationships. She couldn’t even hear half of what he saying and wished, not for the first time that night that she wasn’t so drunk. Then maybe what he told her would have made more sense. Shaking off her wayward thoughts, she reached forward and turned on the shower. Undressing quickly, she pulled back the shower curtain and climbed inside. Ducking under the spray, the cool water washed over her. Little dried flowers fell onto the shower floor as she shampooed her hair. She didn’t even care.

  Once she was finished with her shower, she brushed her teeth and hair. With a towel wrapped securely under her arms she walked back into the bedroom and called room service.

  Still feeling relaxed from the shower, she laid back on the bed and shut her eyes. Thinking of Lucian, and how hot his kisses made her feel, she reached down and undid her towel. Caressing the swell of her breasts, she rolled the tight buds of her nipples between her fingers, tweaking them, all the while wondering how it would feel if Lucian was doing that very same thing to her with his mouth. Letting her legs fall open, she trailed her fingers down her stomach and delved them into the juncture between her thighs.

  She gasped.

  It wasn’t long before the tide of pleasure rose to a crescendo…she imagined how it would feel if Lucian was there, touching her with his own hand, tasting her wetness with his mouth…. she couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped from her lips as her breathing quickened. On the precipice of release, she arched upward…

  A knock sounded at the door.

  With a guilty start, she jerked her hand away and pulled her towel closed as she sat up.

  “One minute,” she called. Scrambling off the bed, she grabbed up the complimentary terry cloth robe from the hotel and threw it on. Tightening the belt around her waist, she ran to answer the door.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Tracy smiled at Lucian like the cat that just ate the poor little canary. “That was nice,” she said, twirling her platinum hair around her finger.

  Lucian didn’t bother to answer; he just nodded.

  “Was it good for you?”

  His jaw clenched. “Yeah, it was great.” He felt like an ass.

  “Why don’t you seem happy?”

  Because you probably just fucked up my chance to be with someone I actually wanted to be with for a change, he thought bitterly. “Just tired,” he lied.

  “I need a shower,” she announced, standing up. Crossing the room naked, she grabbed one of the complimentary robes from the hotel off the hanger in the closet. “Mind if I use this.”

  “No.” He sat up and scrubbed his hands over his face. The sheets twisted around his bare legs. He didn’t even know where his clothes were and to make matters worse, he didn’t even remember getting undressed. Tracy walked over and smoothed her hand down his hair, much like he had done to her the last time he was with her. She didn’t even bother covering herself. And even though he didn’t want to, he couldn’t stop his dick from getting some movement from the sight of her perky tits so close to his face. She had an incredible body, Lucian would give her that and she was skilled in bed, which was another boon he would give her, but that is where it ended. He had no desire to stay with her, let alone be with her sexually again. He didn’t even want to this time. Damn it!

  “Want to join me,” she asked, reaching out to touch his shoulder.

  Lucian felt like knocking her hand away. “No. I think I’ll just rest a bit.”

  She sighed audibly. “Suit yourself.” Walking away, she twitched her sweet ass back and forth, making his dick grow even more at the sight.

  Once he heard the shower turn on, he tossed the sheet back and looked for his clothes.

  After he dressed and grabbed his things he couldn’t get out of the room fast enough. It was a dick move, but he wanted to be gone before Tracy came out of the bathroom. He slipped out into the hall and shut the door.

  Walking quickly back down the hall toward the wedding reception, he passed a few trays of food outside of the doors lining the hall which was another reminder that he had yet to eat anything substantial.

  When he stepped into the wedding reception he looked around for Molly.

  “There you are,” Peggy said appearing at his side from who knew where.

  “Where’s Molly?”

  Peggy gave him a strange look. “She thought you left.”

  “I uh, needed to lie down for a bit.”

  “Oh.” She smiled. “Well, so did Molly. She went back to her room.”

  “Really?” He couldn’t help but wonder if she had somehow heard him and Tracy. He suddenly felt like an even bigger ass.

  “I bet if you hurry, you can catch her before she goes to sleep.”

  “Yeah, I guess.” He shoved his hands in his pockets looking around. He didn’t know what to do. If he didn’t go back to see her then he wouldn’t have any place to stay. And if he did, how would he face her?

  “Molly is a forgiving person,” she said as though she could read the guilt on his face.

  “What do you mean?” He felt sick.

  “I mean…” She let out a breathy sigh. “That she won’t be mad. She will understand.”

  Lucian’s eyes widened. “What?” He couldn’t be sure but he felt like she knew he was with Tracy. But that couldn’t be possible, could it? “I’m not sure I am following.”

  “That you fell asleep, silly,” she said laughingly. “What did you think I meant?”

  “Not sure.”

  Peggy looked over her shoulder. When she turned back towards him she was frowning. “Is s
omething wrong?”

  “No.” He shook his head. “Still feeling a bit drunk, I guess.”

  “Oh.”

  “I think I’m going to head back over to the room.”

  Peggy eyed him critically, like she was trying to figure him out which didn’t sit well with him. He hated when people looked at him like that. “Thanks for inviting me,” he added quickly.

  She smiled then but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Glad you came.”

  “I had a really good time.” He felt she was sizing him up for something.

  “She leaned in suddenly. “ I’ll tell you a secret.”

  “What’s that?”

  “I think Molly may have a bit of a thing for you,” she confided.

  The Adams apple in his neck bobbed as he swallowed. “Really?”

  “Yeah.” She narrowed her eyes. “You like her too, right?”

  Now he knew what the sizing up was for. She wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to fuck over her friend. “I do,” he answered, surprised that he actually meant what he saying for a change.

  She let out a pent-up breath. “Well that’s good. I was worried you were just out for a one night stand, which is fine, but don’t fuck with her head. Got it,” she warned.

  He blinked, not sure what to say to that.

  “Sorry,” she said shaking her head and laughing slightly. “I’m her best friend and I just worry about her. You understand, of course.”

  “Of course,” he said, falling with familiar ease right back into his lies.

  Peggy lifted her hand and waved to someone across the room. “I better go.”

  “Thanks again.”

  “Anytime,” she said. “Have fun.”

  “I will.”

  She winked at him and then took off across the floor.

  Lucian followed her lead and quickly headed back out of the room.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Molly unlocked the door. “That was fast….”

  “Hey there.” Dan smiled drunkenly down at her.

  “Go away!” Molly tried to shut the door.

  Dan blocked it with his hand. “Moll’s, come on.”

  “Come on, what?” She shoved her hands in her pockets.