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“Good. No one needs more food, Lo. They’re all drunk and too busy having a good time.” She keeps working, carefully arranging the little canapés.

I sweep her long hair off her shoulders and fist it in my hand, and then I yank her head to the side and kiss her neck so tenderly her back bows against my chest. I slide my free hand up and cup her breast through the silk of her floral gown, just another dress that makes her look like a fucking forest goddess.

How did I get so lucky to have her marry me twice?

“We should get back out there,” she says as she turns in my arms and then reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss me.

“No, we shouldn’t.” I sweep the platter off the counter. It clatters to the floor with an unruly crash, and while Lo is protesting, I grab her waist and lift her, depositing her on the kitchen counter.

“Gabe!”

“It’s a celebration, baby. Nobody cares about the fucking hors d’oeuvres, but we will have an issue if you don’t let me inside that sweet pussy of yours.”

“Oh, well since you asked so nicely ...” She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, whispering, “I can’t wear panties under this dress.”

“Fuck,” I groan and bunch the material in my fist, gathering it up around her hips.

She wasn’t teasing, she’s bare and dripping for me. I roll my thumb over her clit and then dip down into her wet cunt, collecting her honey and bringing it to my lips. Her sweet taste rolls over my tongue, and I decide one taste could never be enough. I sink to my knees and bury my face in her cunt.

“Oh god,” she moans and lets her head fall back as she rakes her hands through my hair. Her hips buck against my face, and I wrap my arms around her back and draw her even closer as I suck hard on her clit. “Oh fuck. Yeah, Dash. Right fucking there.”

“Holy shit!” Axl says.

Lo shrieks and covers my head with her gown. I have just enough time to wipe her honey from my chin and clear my throat before coming out from under his mother’s skirts.

“Oh my god!” Axl’s best friend Delilah shrieks and leans into his chest, both of them covering their eyes.

“Why the fuck are you doing that shit here?” he whines, reminding me so much of the little kid he used to be.

Fuck. Where did the time go?

“And in the middle of your damn party, no less?”

“Honey, it’s not a big deal.” Lo’s cheeks are flushed, her lips full and swollen from my kisses. I can’t wait to slide my dick between them later.

“Your mother’s right. It’s perfectly normal to want to give into those urges to just fuck like bunnies no matter where you are or who’s around. I’m kind of surprised you made it to seventeen without walking in on us already. Though, thanks for cock blocking me on my wedding day, Axman.”

“Urgh! I gotta go wash my eyes out with soap.” Axl staggers toward the bathroom, one hand still covering his eyes, the other stretched out in front of him to avoid colliding with the furniture.

Lilah follows behind him the way she always does.They’re both so fucking clueless. “I think it’s kind of cute your parents still have a healthy sex life even though they’re old.”

I give Lo a horrified look, because we are not old.

Axl and Lilah disappear into his room and shut the door behind them. So I yell, “Door open!”

Lo arches a brow at me, and I shrug. The reminder of our “open door” policy was more out of habit than anything else, because Axl’s door remains firmly closed.

“Oh my god.” Lo presses her hands to her cheeks and gives me a sheepish look. “Do you think we scarred him?”

“Probably.”

“Do you think they’ll take as long as we did to figure out that they’re in love?”

“I hope not.” I bring my hand back to her cunt and play in her juices before easing my fingers inside. “Because I want grandkids before I’m sixty.”

Her laughter shuts off abruptly as I work my fingers in and out of my wife’s sweet pussy and then I sink to my knees again and lower my mouth to her clit. I don’t care that we’re in the middle of our kitchen with all of our friends and family just beyond the back door. I don’t give a shit who finds us like this or that we’re “too old” now to be fucking on our kitchen counter, because Lo has given me a life greater than I ever could have imagined and it’s only fair I keep up my part of the pact we made all those years ago.

I never meant to fall in love with my best friend, but I’m so fucking glad I did.


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