30. Kourtney
Kourtney
Weddings always make me cry.
They make Jason cry too. He’s a big sap, and I love it.
He looks so handsome standing among the groomsmen, buttoned up in a black suit against his olive skin.
His dark hair is neatly combed instead of the messy way he usually wears it.
As if he can feel the weight of my stare, his green eyes find mine, and he shoots me a wink that sends goosebumps popping up along my skin.
Trenton and Cassidy look like the picture of perfection, happiness radiating from their gazes as they face each other.
Their relationship started out a bit unconventional—feuding neighbors turned to fake dating turned to actual dating—but that’s my favorite kind of love story.
One where it defies the odds and overcomes all obstacles.
I dab the corner of my eye as my gaze drifts to Celeste standing with Cassidy’s bridesmaids.
The emerald dress complements her bright hair and fair skin.
As much as she hates weddings, no one would ever guess it because she’d never let it show.
She’s the type of friend who’ll be there for you every step of the way without a single complaint because she puts everyone’s needs ahead of her own.
Celeste being back in Jersey these last two years has been incredible. It’s all I could’ve hoped for, having both her and Jason in my life at the same time again.
My heart soars as they link elbows and waltz down the aisle after the ceremony.
Jason whispers something to Celeste that has her throwing her head back with laughter.
They’ve become good friends, and it’s not lost on me how lucky I am that my husband loves my best friend, and vice versa—especially since Celeste and I were previously together.
Things have worked out between the three of us in the best way possible.
At the reception, we dance with Cassidy for a few songs until Trenton sweeps her up from behind and spins her around, stealing her attention. Celeste and I continue to move to the beat, our skin slick with sweat.
“Where’s Jason?” Celeste asks.
“By the bar.” I meet his gaze as he watches us from across the room. “He’s enjoying himself.”
Celeste grins. “Every exhibitionist needs a voyeur.”
“Let’s give him a good show.” I turn around and press my ass against Celeste, lifting my arms as I sway with the rhythm.
Celeste laughs as she rolls her hips into me. “I give him two seconds before he’s over here claiming you for himself.”
“You underestimate how much he likes watching.”
To anyone looking on, Jason’s stoic expression is unreadable. But his eyes tell me another story. The intensity in his gaze is laced with promises, like a secret language only we can understand.
“Well, it’s safe to say you got the best-looking man on the team.”
A laugh bursts from my throat as I turn my head to look up at Celeste. “What?”
“Trenton and Krum are hot if you’re into the grumpy lumberjack look. McKinley is a fellow ginger, and we’re always tens. But you nabbed a literal Greek god.”
I can’t fight the smile on my face as we both ogle my husband. “He might be a Greek god, but he worships me like I’m one.”
“Oh, I’m sure you get on your knees to worship him right back.”
My eyes squeeze shut as I laugh again. “I always forget that you’re into men. You haven’t dated them as often as women.”
“It’s difficult to compete with a woman.” Celeste’s fingertips trail down my arms. “There’s nothing like the curves of a woman’s body. The soft and smooth skin.” She brushes my hair over my shoulder, and I feel her lips at my ear. “The way she smells.”
I let my head fall back against her shoulder. “Her breasts.”
“You were always a boob girl.”
“That’s because I have barely any.”
“Be grateful. They’re perky, and they’ll never sag.” Celeste’s hands skim down my sides and grip my waist. “But you know I prefer the swell of a woman’s ass any day.”
“I remember.” I wind my hips left and right as I lower myself, rubbing my ass against Celeste’s body and loving the way Jason’s eyes narrow on me before I make my way back up again. “I do love a man’s body too though.”
Celeste’s breath is hot on my neck. “If the dick is just right, he can be a magnificent specimen.”
My thighs clench as the image of Jason’s cock flashes in my mind.
Celeste lets out a low chuckle, no doubt feeling my body’s reaction as I stare at my husband. “He’s hung like a goddamn horse, isn’t he?”
“He definitely isn’t lacking in the size department.”
But it’s so much more than that. Women are so concerned with size, as if we’d even be capable of taking a twelve-inch monster dick.
It’s Jason’s thickness; the veins running along his length that I love to trace with my tongue; the way he knows exactly how to swivel his hips and work himself inside of me to make me scream.
It’s the attentive care in which he handles me, recognizing every sound and move I make.
He doesn’t just fuck me. He studies me, and gives me every single thing my body needs.
The song changes, and the tempo slows. Groups of people break off into pairs, wrapping their arms around one another as they move.
I step away from Celeste, grateful for a slow song so I can grab some water to cool off the heat burning in my core. But as I do, I back into a wall of muscle.
Jason’s voice is raspy in my ear from behind me. “May I have this dance?”
I smile as I relax into his embrace. “Of course.”
Celeste shoots me a wink as she turns to walk away, and guilt pricks in my gut. Almost everyone here has someone except her, and I hate the thought of how lonely she might feel—though she’d die before she admitted it.
Jason and I reach out for her at the same time, each of us clasping her hands and bringing her back to us. Her eyes widen in surprise as I pull her against me, sandwiching myself between her and my husband.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Jason asks, sliding one hand around her waist while his other hand sits low on my hip.
I reach up to clasp my hands behind her neck. “Stay.”
Celeste’s eyes dart around the dance floor. “I was going to get a drink.”
Jason pulls her closer, pushing her flush against my body. “You think you two are going to put on a show like that and then walk away when I come over to join?”
She rolls her eyes despite the smirk playing on her lips. “Three’s a crowd, haven’t you heard?”
“Three’s company,” I counter.
She opens her mouth to protest, but Jason cuts her off. “I want to dance with my girls. Give me one dance, kókkino.”
Celeste’s eyes flick between us, and then she lifts her arms. One hand rests on Jason’s shoulder, and the other snakes around my waist. The three of us sway from side to side, moving as one.
Something inside me clicks into place. It’s subtle. Quiet. Like when Jason comes home late from a game and I’m asleep in bed, the bed dips as he slides under the covers and wraps his arms around me. I barely wake, yet I know he’s home, and I feel at peace. Complete.
That’s how it feels to be held between Jason and Celeste as we dance. Everything I’ve ever wanted, ever needed, ever loved, is right here surrounding me.
My mind drifts, an idea taking form.
It’s wrong.
I shouldn’t want this.
So I stamp it down, and focus on the fleeting moment in front of me.
And when the song ends, we break apart, and it’s gone.
I stand in front of the mirror in my bathroom pulling out the bobby pins holding my hair together.
Jason steps behind me and threads his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. “You looked beautiful today.”
I hum as my eyes close, relishing in the feel of his strong hands. “So did you. I love seeing you in a suit.”
He sweeps my hair to the side and lowers his lips to the crook of my neck. “You got quiet toward the end of the night. Are you tired?”
I reach behind me and palm him over his slacks. “Not too tired to fuck you.”
He smiles against my skin before he spins me around and places me on the countertop beside the sink. “Are you ever too tired for that?”
I shake my head and brush my lips against his. “Never.”
“You’ve got something on your mind though.” He bunches up my dress, skimming his hands along my thighs. “Anything you want to talk about?”
I spread my legs and yank on his tie to loosen it. “Not at the moment. I’m a little busy.”
His hands continue their ascent while I fumble with the buttons on his shirt.
He lets out a groan when he glances down between us. “This pussy has been bare underneath this dress all day?”
“Mhmm.” I whip off his tie and push his shirt over his shoulders, slipping it down his arms until I can yank it off and toss it to the floor.
He ghosts a knuckle over my clit, the feather-light touch sending a shiver throughout my body. “I want you to tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”
I arch my back and push myself against his fingers, needing more pressure to ease the ache between my legs. “We’ll talk later.”
Jason slips a finger inside me, curling it and then pumping in and out of me in an agonizingly slow rhythm. “Why not now?”
I whimper and let my head fall back against the mirror. “I don’t want to talk now.”
He arches a devious brow as he pulls his finger out of me and rubs my clit with my arousal. “Talk now, and I’ll let you come.”
“You’ll let me come regardless.”
“Only after you’ve been punished.” He grips my neck and pulls my mouth to his so he can speak against my lips. “You think I’m going to let you get away with your little stunt on the dance floor with Celeste? You think you can tease me by making me watch someone else put her hands on you?”
“Tell me you didn’t like it.” My tongue skates across his lips. “Tell me you didn’t want to fuck me right then and there.”
“You would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you? Being fucked with everyone watching around you.” His fingers slide between my legs again, feeling how drenched he’s making me. “With Celeste watching you.”