Yeah, my parents and Grams have made sly comments about the noise coming from the room Reese and I are sharing. They're happy for us, but they can't resist teasing us about it.
"Please," I say to Elena, "I need your help. A few pointers, that's all I'm asking for."
"Okay." Elena leans in and whispers in a conspiratorial tone, "Here's how you make a man's eyes roll back in his head..."
Chapter Seventeen
Reese
I'm talking to Celeste Arnaud and her husband when her granddaughter waltzes up to me and says, "Come with me, please. Grams, you don't mind, do you? I need to have a private moment with my honey."
Her honey? It sounds silly, but I like it. "Baby" is still my favorite thing Arden calls me, but I like any word she wants to apply to me.
"Go on," Celeste says. "I've been wanting to chat with Dane, anyway. Oh, there he is at the buffet table. I'll go grab him before someone else does."
All the women who aren't here with a significant other want to dance with my brother. I don't get it. He wears glasses, doesn't like to talk about himself or his work, and doesn't have the stellar sense of humor I have. Then again, I'm taken. So the ladies here have to settle for Dane.
I'm joking. You know that, right? Well, mostly joking.
My sexy little American leads me away to... a coat closet. No joke. She drags me in there, shuts the door, and pushes me back against the wall.
"What are you about?" I ask. "If Dane told you I was flirting with other women, he's a bloody liar."
"Oh, I know you'd never do that." She kneels in front of me. "I'm not going to yell at you. I have something else in mind."
"What are you---" My voice dies when she unzips my trousers. "Arden?"
"You wouldn't tell me how to do this, so I had to ask Elena." She pulls my dick out of my trousers and takes it in both her hands. "I want to do this for you, Reese."
"Uh, not here. Let's wait until we get back to the bed-and-breakfast."
"No more waiting." She licks the head of my blossoming erection. "You're coming for me whether you like it or not."
My laugh comes out choked and a bit panicked. "Arden, you don't have to---"
She kisses my cock and pumps it with one hand. "Why do you keep saying no? I thought guyslovedgetting blow jobs."
"Normally, yes, but not at my brother's wedding." My head falls back against the wall, and I groan when she takes me in her mouth. "Arden, please. Let's do this later."
Does that stop her? Of course not. She's determined, and when Arden wants something, I have no willpower to make me say no. This is even hotter than when she prances around in her virtually invisible underwear. Her mouth, her silky tongue on my skin, it's more than any normal human male could possibly resist. Not that I'm normal. Not that she's an average girl. And the way she slides her tongue over me while she sucks and pumps with her hand...
I grasp the back of her head and stop trying to resist.
The door flies open. Someone gasps. Another someone yelps.
Arden jerks away from me, falling backward and landing flat on her arse.
I stare at the man and woman who have stumbled onto our liaison in the coat closet, but I can't speak. Arden made sure of that.
The two people look familiar. My brain is thoroughly muddled by what Arden just did to me, so it takes me a moment of gawping to realize who these people are.
Arden's parents.
"Mom, Dad," she says, scrambling to her feet. "Why are you in the coat room? Are you leaving already?"
"No, flower girl," Arden's mother says. "We saw you and Reese come in here, and it seemed like you were taking a long time. We thought we should check on you, just in case."
"In case of what?" Arden says with a smirk. "In case we got trapped in coat cocoons spun by invisible aliens?"