Epilogue
Many Months Later
Blaine
The reception was in full swing, chandeliers glowing, champagne glasses clinking, the kind of spectacle only Killian and Brielle could pull off. I stood at Killian’s side, best man duties officially behind me, though my eyes had been glued to the real center of my universe all damn night.
Maia.
Maid of honor, gown hugging her curves like it had been tailored just to test my self-control, smile sweet and polite for the crowd. For everyone else, she was Brielle’s best friend. For me… she was mine.
Brielle’s eyes kept darting between us, a smug little smile playing at her lips like she thought she’d orchestrated something.
And as my Sunshine approached me, I didn’t mind playing up the fantasy.
“Hello, Blaine…” Maia said softly, a spark of mischief in her eyes.
My chest tightened. I knew that tone.
I leaned in, a smirk tugging at my mouth. “Hello, Maia.”
I straightened my tie, playing it up as Brielle practically gushed next to an inquisitive Killian, who had little to no reaction.
“I wanted to know if I could take you on a date… It’s a bit difficult to refuse, considering my position as CEO of several companies.”
She giggled, tilting her glass of champagne, lips wrapping around the rim in a way that made my blood heat. “You think it’s difficult, Mr. Porter?”
I dropped my voice low, for her and me alone. “You tell me, Sunshine.”
A flush crept up her throat, her lips twitching with a private smile before she turned just enough for Brielle and Killian to catch the moment.
“You’re cute, Porter,” she said sweetly, every word deliberate, “but you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that.”
She sauntered away, a sexy triumphant laugh escaping her. Behind me, a fit of giggles rippled from Brielle…
But me?
My grin froze, my eyes narrowing as I watched her deliberately sway her hips. Did she just…?
I slipped away from the happy couple, catching up to her in three strides. Her fingers were already curling around a flute of champagne when I wrapped mine around her wrist, heat sparking under my skin.
She giggled lightly as I steered her through the room. Past the head table, around the floral arch, until the music was now muffled in one of the back rooms.
The bass thumped through walls. She laughed once, quiet and breathless, right before I pressed her back to the cool partition and caged her there with my hands braced on either side of her head. Her glass hit the carpet with a dull thud, rolling somewhere out of sight.
Her chest rose against mine, eyes wide, lips parted in a soundless gasp.
I leaned in, close enough that I could feel her breath against my lips.
“Try harder, huh?” My voice was a low growl, words vibrating against her skin.
“That what you want, Sunshine? Is that what you think I need to do to win you over?” My voice was taunting, the deep feeling of lust and need building in me as I watched her squirm, watched her increasingly nervous expression grow, waited to see her reaction as she bit her lip.
It trembled between her teeth, and I caught the quick flicker of defiance in her eyes… like she wanted to throw my words back at me, but her body was already betraying her.
She tilted her head, lips brushing mine as she whispered, “Well… if this is you trying, Mr. Porter… It’s a little pathetic.”
My breath stilled, then left me in a low, dangerous laugh. The sound of it made her eyes widen just before I claimed her mouth, my hands dragging her dress up with zero patience.
“God, I fucking love you,” I said huskily against her lips before turning her abruptly and pushing her flush against the wall.
Her gasp hit the wall with her body, hands braced against the cool surface as I shoved her dress higher, silk whispering up her sexy thighs, her thong making her ass look like it was begging for my hands.
I palmed both cheeks hard, spreading her for me, grinding my cock against the thin strip of lace. “Fuck, Sunshine,” I rasped, biting down on the curve of her shoulder.
“Blaine…” she whined, throwing her head back as I found her little wet clit, dragging over her wetness as I grinded into her ass.
“I was wrong… Best man duties aren’t over,” I rasped in her ear, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit. “Gotta take care of the pretty little maid of honor, don’t I?”
I dragged my aching cock free, guiding the blunt head against her soaked entrance as I pushed her lace to the side. One sharp thrust, and she gasped, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as I slammed into her again.
Her cry tore out of her throat, echoing off the wall, her perfect nails scratching at the wallpaper as I drove into her again, harder this time. The bass from the speakers rattled through the walls, nearly covering the wet slap of my cock pounding into her.
“Fuck, Blaine!” she whimpered, her voice cracking on my name.
“That’s it,” I growled, gripping her hips, dragging her back onto me so deep she arched off the wall. “Let the whole goddamn wedding hear who’s fucking you.”
Her legs shook, dress bunched around her waist, thong stretched tight at her thigh as I bottomed out again and again. My hand shot up, tangling in her hair, yanking her head back so her ear brushed my lips.
“You feel that? That’s me trying harder,” I hissed, rutting into her, each thrust deliberate and brutal. “Still think it’s pathetic?”
She choked out a laugh that broke into a moan, her pussy fluttering around me. “N-no—”
“Say it louder,” I demanded, fingers working her clit while I fucked her raw. “Tell me how much you love it.”
Her voice hitched, her walls tightening as her climax built fast and sharp. Her legs tensed as her mouth opened. Grounded by my fingers gripping her hair, she nodded quickly, stumbling over her words. “I love it—I love you—”
“Fuck,” I growled, grinding into her with everything I had, her pussy so goddamn tight around me I could barely think.
I bottomed out over and over, pressing her face to the wall, kissing her shoulders as I chased my release.
I slammed into her one last time and a guttural groan ripped out of me as I buried myself deep, cock twitching as I spilled inside her, filling her so full she gasped at the warmth. My body shook against hers, my lips pressed to the back of her neck, claiming her with every goddamn drop.
Her body collapsed against me, trembling, boneless, her cheek pressed to the wall as I held her there. My chest heaved against her back, cock still buried deep as I dragged a ragged breath into her hair.
“Mm, look at you.” I rolled my hips slowly. “This tight little pussy’s gonna milk me dry.”
I hissed out a breath as she pushed against me in response, pursing her lips like she was ready for rounds two and three, a stark contrast to the sight of her barely able to stand on her own.
“Sunshine…” My voice broke, low, reverent now instead of taunting. My lips grazed her shoulder, sucking at the damp skin. “You drive me fucking insane.”
Her fingers curled against the wallpaper, still shuddering as she whispered, “You love it.”
A dangerous laugh rumbled out of me, dark and proud. “Damn right I do. And I fucking love you, baby.”
I pulled back just enough to watch her face, flushed, lips parted, eyes hazy with every ounce of vulnerability she tried to hide from the world but gave to me without hesitation. That look alone was enough to brand me for life.
The music continued to thump on the other side of the wall, the world spinning around the reception like nothing had happened. Like we weren’t in here breaking every rule. Like I hadn’t just fucked the maid of honor at my best friend’s wedding.
I kissed her temple, soft in contrast to the bruises I’d left on her hips. She hummed, virtually cock drunk as she puckered her sexy little lips for a kiss, too. I leaned in, taking her in hungrily, sucking her tongue as she moaned into my mouth. God, I would never get used to this—
A sharp knock pounded at the door, pulling us apart. I furrowed my eyebrows as Maia looked just as confused.
“Blaine,” Killian voiced from the other side of the door, and Maia stiffened in my arms, eyes widening as I cursed. “Open the damn door.”
I pressed a quick kiss to her temple, steadying her trembling hands as I fixed her dress back into place. “Breathe, Sunshine. I’ve got this.”
I actually didn’t. But I couldn’t tell her that.
Her lips parted like she wanted to argue, but she simply nodded, knowing there was only one way out of this.
Another knock, harder this time. My pulse hammered as I straightened my tie, smoothed my jacket, and pulled the door open like I hadn’t just been balls-deep in the maid of honor of his wedding.
Killian stood there, cold fury written all over his face. His jaw ticked once. “Come with me. Now.”
He didn’t wait for me to respond, just turned on his heel. I shot Maia one last look, a silent trust me, before following him out.
In a room down the hall, he shut the door behind us, arms folded across his chest, eyes cutting sharp as knives.
“You never stopped seeing Sunshine,” he accused flatly.
My eyes widened, hands lifting in half-defense. “Not entirely true—”
“Oh, don’t even start,” he snapped. “So you both just conveniently reconnected the day of my wedding and decided to sneak off behind the speakers for a quickie? That’s your story?”
I winced. “When you put it like that—”
“Blaine.” His voice carried that warning note.
I raked a hand down my face, shaking my head. “Kiki, it’s not what you think.”
He arched a brow. “So you haven’t been engaging in any relations with her then.”
“Even if I have…” I shot back, meeting his stare, “…don’t act like you have it all figured out now. You didn’t even recognize her.”
“Blaine…” His voice lowered just slightly, like he was bracing for disappointment, bracing for words that were probably going to disappoint me. “You know what I told you before.”
I swallowed, throat tight. “I love her, Kiki.”