Chapter 7
Ava
April’s finally here, and we are wrapping up a ton of items off of Sydney and Colin’s wedding checklist. We are less than a month out, and there’s still so much to do.
The good news though is tomorrow we get to check off the bachelor/bachelorette party.
We decided to get a party bus and combine them.
Bar hopping will be the main attraction, but I’m sure the guys have something up their sleeve.
There will be roughly fifteen of us going, and we’ll all land back at Colin and Sydney’s place to crash. It reminds me of college days.
I received a text from Holly this morning asking if I could go to the bakery and stand in for her at the tasting with Sydney because she had an interview at the local elementary school for a teaching position that just opened up. How could I say no to that?
At four-thirty, I realize I’m running behind and close out of everything on my computer as quickly as possible.
I shoot a text to Sydney letting her know that I’m on my way.
Sweet I know she can feel the heat tangling between us.
Thankfully, Sydney and Colin seem to be oblivious.
We all discuss the idea of a cupcake cake, which really is a genius idea.
I can’t wait to watch her eyes roll back in bliss every time she takes a bite of a carrot cupcake smothered in cream cheese frosting.
When Sydney brings up pink shirts and lipstick for tomorrow night, the mental image of Ava on her knees before me with hot pink lips wrapped around my cock puts my erection in painful territory.
I’m pretty much cursing my celibate streak.
I just haven’t had an urge to actually bed anyone lately.
There’s a strong suspicion the cause of that streak is sitting directly across from me.
I can say with one hundred percent certainty that I will be rubbing one out to those mental images of her tonight.
She’s cropped in on my fantasies a few times over the past few weeks, but tonight, I’m actually choosing her as my muse.
I mean, look at those sexy-as-sin red lips. When she parts them on a little inhale, my dick twitches. When she wraps them around a straw, my dick twitches. When she looks up at me with those chocolate brown eyes, all big and wide and so freaking needy looking, my dick weeps for her.
I clear my throat, trying to get a grip on things below the table.
“Ask Colin what he thinks later when you’re trying it on,” I tell Sydney.
I have zero remorse when Colin leans his head back to the ceiling, and I know his mind is being assaulted with nearly the same images I’m fighting, the only difference being the woman on her knees. I look at my phone and realize I’ve got an opportunity to dash out of here.
“I need to stop back by the restaurant real quick before heading home. You all need anything else from me?” I ask, looking at everyone at the table but letting my gaze linger on her.
Ava’s as affected as I am. I see it. She’s also fighting it as hard as I am, and the sight has me needing to get the hell out of here before I lose it.
When she licks her bottom lip to moisten it, I inwardly groan.
How am I supposed to get through tomorrow night?
Not to mention, we are all crashing at Colin’s afterwards since we are guaranteed to be wasted. You’re fucked.
They all shake their heads, indicating that I’m free to escape. I say a quick goodbye and book it out of there.