Man of Honor (Battle Scars #3) - Diana Gardin Page 0,74

“Seriously, Teague? You want to provoke the best man on my wedding day by talking about his girl?”

I growl again.

Dare whirls on me. “Easy, Drake. You know Teague. He’s an idiot. Ignore him.”

Jeremy tries to cover his laughter, but he fails. As usual. “Sorry, man. My bad.”

Taking a deep breath, I take a step back from the Jeremy situation and address Dare. “We need to get down to the beach.”

The truth is, I saw her tits very clearly last night when she bounced on top of me. I felt them, I sucked them, and I admired them. They’re amazing. And yeah, they do seem bigger. But maybe it’s just that time of the month or something. I didn’t ask Mea about it, because I didn’t want to sound like an asshole. But I guess Jeremy doesn’t have any qualms about that.

And now my train of thought is headed in a dirty direction. Shaking my head to clear it of all things Mea, I focus on Dare. “You ready?”

Dare looks me in the eye. “To marry her? Been ready.”

I pat his back. “Then let’s go do it.”

Dare, the four groomsmen, and I make our way out the back door and down to the beach. The officiant, a high-ranking navy officer who has apparently known Berkeley since she was young, is waiting. I walk with Dare up the aisle, passing smiling wedding guests seated in white wicker chairs. We stop in our spots beside the officiant, and I give Dare a reassuring grin. He smiles back before focusing on the top of the beach.

As the processional begins, I hold my breath. It’s not my wedding, but I’m still waiting for my girl to walk down the aisle. She wouldn’t let me see her dress, and the suspense has me knotted up tight. A bead of sweat runs down my forehead, and I brush it away.

Grisham and Greta appear at the top of the dune. Looking like the picture-perfect couple they are, they walk down the aisle together. Splitting off at the end, Grisham kisses her on the lips before stepping next to me. She holds her brightly colored flowers close to her chest.

Ronin walks down with Olive, looking as serious as ever. Olive, on the other hand, looks like a bright and shiny model in a beach commercial. Her dark red hair is piled on top of her head and she smiles at the guests as she walks by them. They also split at the top of the aisle and Ronin joins our side.

Jeremy is next, with Mea on his arm. My stomach clenches at the sight of her, and my eyes narrow as I watch Jeremy’s hands while they walk. If he makes one false move, I swear I’ll take him out after this wedding is done. Mea smiles sweetly as she walks, but she’s not nodding toward the guests on both sides of her. She’s locked in on me, and the rest of the wedding disappears under her hot, chocolate gaze. She’s a seductress, and I’m under her spell. Can’t help it. Never could. She’s stunning in a beige gown, her long, curved legs moving to keep up with Jeremy’s long strides. When they reach the end of the aisle, she winks at me.

I mouth the word “later.”

She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and I stifle a groan.

Chase and Shay walk down the aisle together, with their toddler daughter between them. She’s all decked out in a frilly dress, tossing flower petals out of the little basket she’s clutching in her chubby hands. She’s taking her job seriously, making sure each petal makes it to the ground before reaching in to grab another handful. The guests are in a quiet uproar at the sight of her toddling down the aisle between her parents.

Once they reach the end, the little girl, Olivia, dumps her basket upside down. She glances at Chase, who’s trying hard not to laugh at his daughter.

“All gone, Daddy!” she announces, clearly proud of the job she’s done. Shay picks her up and carries her to stand beside the other bridesmaids.

The processional music fades away, the final notes lost somewhere in the rush of ocean meeting sand. I’m having trouble looking away from my girl, but as a singer takes his place at the front of the aisle, I have to check Berkeley out.

She’s standing at the top of the dune, her arm locked tightly in her father’s. Her eyes are locked on Dare, who straightens