“I’ll be blissed to burn that piece of trash suit the second I step out of it,” I said, then I turned and looked at Khloe. “And don’t act like you didn’t love watching me get undressed. I saw you checking out my junk. If you wanted a closer look, all you had to do was ask.”
I leaned in even closer, but bringing my face any closer to Khloe was probably a huge mistake. Her sweet, flowery perfume wafted into my nose and coaxed me towards her like a bewitching finger steaming off of a cartoon pie. It was apparent in the slight pout to Khloe’s lips and puff of her cheeks, that she believed I was just living up to my inner-asshole by messing with her whenever I got the chance, when really what I was doing was likened to seasoning a dish before eating it. I wanted her, probably more than I’d ever wanted anything. I wanted to slam her on a bed and strip her clothes off until those beautiful curves were completely exposed to me. I wanted to see her lips parted just so, moaning as I drove my dick into her until I was cumming all over those huge, full breasts.
All of that would have to wait though. I was running the risk of being ex-communicated and possibly murdered if I touched her before the wedding.
A week and a half never seemed so long.
3
Christian
“Yes, I was looking,” Khloe admitted in response to Luke, shocking us all, “but I was only trying to verify that you weren’t, in fact, a woman, given how little there was to look at. What that Tanner bitch kept bragging about back in high school, I’ll never know.”
“Oh!” All the groomsmen erupted into playful jabs at Luke’s expense.
I chuckled at the mention of Luke and Khloe’s history. Khloe, of course, thought Luke was just being the same high school bully he’d always been, but we all knew that Luke had it bad for Khloe. He had ever since she first signed on as the wedding planner. He seemed content to let her think it was the former, so we did as well.
“That was cold,” David said with a laugh.
“That was deserved,” Kent added quickly. “Maybe he’ll learn to keep his mouth closed.” He picked up his steak knife and pointed it in Luke’s direction. “And if you dare burn the suit from my wedding, I’ll lift the ‘you can’t kill my groomsmen ban’ on Khloe and Anna. See how you fare then.”
“Oh, please do,” Khloe said. “I’ve got a running list of all the ways I’d like to do him in.”
“It’s a farce anyway,” I added, balling up one of my napkins and tossing it at Luke’s head. “Luke’s such a cheapskate, we’re going to be seeing that suit at every marginally formal event from now until his wedding, hell, maybe even his funeral.”
“What’s the difference?” David replied, taking a healthy chug of his beer. “Wedding, funeral, tomato, to-mah-to.” He held his mug up towards Kent in a ‘cheers’ type motion. “Rest in peace, brother.”
Brett reached across the table and swatted David across the back of his head. “Maybe the reason we call you ‘Doc’ is because you need a psychiatrist.”
Kent clapped his hands. “Guys, focus,” he said. It took everyone a bit of time to calm down, but eventually silence befell the table and Kent motioned over to Khloe. “You have the floor.”
Khloe smiled and it instantly piqued my interest. She was attractive, there was no doubt about that. When we weren’t giving her shit, her face had this calm, inviting look that made me want to sit down and get to know her better.
“Well, I won’t take up much of your precious time,” she chided, the smile fading from her face. She reached into the red purse hanging over her shoulder, with the bag situated at her waist, and brandished a set of white envelopes. She started to hand them to each of us, all with our names written on the front. “Thanks to Kent’s big bucks, the travel arrangements to Puerto Rico have all been made, for my sanity, without your help. We’ll be staying at the El Conquistador Resort, and you all have all-inclusive, round-trip ferry rides to the Palomino Island where the wedding is. Your time is mostly your own, all I ask is that you’re punctual for the rehearsal and punctual for the wedding. Be brutes on your own time please.”
Luke tossed his hand to his forehead like a soldier to a captain. “Yes ma’am, loud and clear. Anything else.”
“Why yes,” Khloe said with a faux-sweetness, leaning in towards Luke. The tension between them crackled through the air. “If any of you miss the plane and end up costing this couple any more money than they’ve already spent, I will blind you with a spoon like they did that boy in Slumdog Millionaire.”