30. Chapter 30 #2
The marquee isn’t large enough to accommodate all the guests, so there will be tables outside, too. For now, we stack them all inside the marquee. Cheryl and a couple of locals she enlisted to help will set up everything in the morning.
Gina and Briar bring in boxes with tablecloths and centerpieces, and while Gina manages to put on a cheery face, misery slips in anytime she thinks no one is watching her.
We close the marquee to keep the critters out, and Gina and Briar head back into the lodge. Milo and I move on to the wedding arch.
Pamela and Joelle hang around, casually inspecting the marquee and looking sus.
They’d be better off stealing all the chairs. If no one can sit, can they even have a wedding? Maybe I’ll suggest they try it after dark anyway. Maybe I’ll help.
It’s a hellishly long day, and as the hours tick by, Milo and Gina seem to feel the enormity of getting this right tomorrow. Gina’s smiles become slow and automatic. Milo disappears even deeper inside his head.
I’m feeling pretty shitty too. It’s not just that I don’t want Gina to become a bigamist if we fail. I don’t want her to do this at all. I want her to stand up and loudly tell everyone that I’m her husband and Milo is her friend. Last night, she seemed ready to come clean.
Then again, she was stoned.
We check every task off Diana’s massive to-do list by early evening. Briar goes to work at the lodge, and Milo melts into the woods. Gina and I walk silently through the camp, keeping some space between us. Birds call from the trees, and a boat on the lake disappears into the distance.
We still don’t say a word.
We pass where the trail branches off to The Point—a rocky outcrop with a view of the broad bay on which the lodge is situated. We pass the small wooden sign that says Private Property, meant to discourage guests from wandering close to the clearing where Gina’s cabin is.
“Benji,” Gina whispers, stopping abruptly.
I stop, too, turning to ask her what’s wrong—which is a stupid question because I know what’s wrong—but she reaches for me.
There’s something desperate and wild in her eyes as she steps forward, her hands on my shoulders, moving to my neck, my jaw.
Our lips crash together, her body pushing against mine, soft in all the best places.
It’s not enough. My cock is hardening, aching for more, so I slip my hands under her ass and lift her.
Her legs wrap around my hips, and I groan.
So good. Still not enough. Gina’s hands are in my hair, and I need to touch her.
And I can’t touch her if I’m holding her up.
There’s a tall tree by the side of the trail, and I stumble over to it.
Gina makes a surprised noise when I back her against it, but now I can free a hand.
I slip it up her shirt and wiggle under her bandeau bra.
Her nipple tightens under attention from my thumb, and it’s Gina’s turn to moan, her hips rocking in a way that’s going to get dangerous for me pretty quickly but feels too good to stop.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks when I move to kiss her neck.
“We’re not going to fuck out here,” I murmur, although it’s tempting. “Not when we’re two minutes away from your bed.”
“But I need you now.”
“You don’t need bark burn on your back and mosquito bites on your ass,” I say.
“Put me down,” she says.
I don’t want to put her down, but I do.
Gina turns, bracing her hands on the tree and arching her back, sticking her ass out. “What about this?”
I have to take a deep breath. And adjust my cock.
Maybe give it a little squeeze, too, as I trail my other hand down Gina’s back and over her ass.
Someone could come along the trail, ignoring the private property sign.
We can’t do this out here. Not tonight. “I need to look in your eyes while I’m inside you. ”
Her breath hitches, her green eyes darkening. Her hand brushes mine, her finger hooking around my pinky just long enough to lift my hand as she takes off down the trail at a run. “Hurry up,” she calls over her shoulder.
“Why hurry?” It only takes me a few seconds to catch up to her. “I’m going to make you take it slow.”
Gina makes an anguished sound and runs faster, bursting into the meadow. I’m hot on her heels, close enough that when she pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it over her shoulder, I catch it.
She pounds up the steps but stops on the deck, turning and wrapping her arms around me as we stumble back against the door, lips seeking lips, both of us breathless. My heart is racing, Gina’s pulse fluttering wildly beneath my fingertips as I touch her neck.
For however many hours we can sustain it, I want to make the rest of the world go away. I want her to still feel me between her legs when she walks down the aisle to him.
Gina pulls her keys out of her pocket, turning to unlock the door.
I don’t stop touching her, don’t stop kissing her neck.
My hand is back under her bra, cupping her breast. I’m still holding her T-shirt with my other hand, or I’d be undoing her pants while she fumbles with the lock.
Which would make unlocking the door take longer, so maybe it’s a good thing I can’t.
Gina curses, the door finally opens, and we stumble inside.
“Sur—”
Gina screams. I startle, pulling her tighter against me and unintentionally squeezing her boob.
“—prise!” one voice rings out while the others cut off abruptly mid-word.
“Oh!” Someone gasps loudly. Maybe Cheryl, because she’s clutching a hand to her chest, her eyes wide.
At least twenty wide eyes are staring at us. Balloons are everywhere. A bride-to-be banner is hanging on the wall.
It’s a surprise bachelorette party.