Nerdy (Unexpected Lovers, #2) - J.B. Heller Page 0,40

else ever has. I still as her palms skim over my body, and my heart pounds rapidly behind my ribs. I’m sure she can feel it, and when she pauses, her fingers splaying out right over the top of it, her eyes meet mine, and I know she does.

A smile tugs at her lips, and she pushes onto her tiptoes, bringing her lips to the pulse point in my throat. “I thought the BJ would have calmed you down, but you’re still on edge,” she murmurs against my skin. “Are you nervous about today?”

“I was,” I admit.

Pulling back, she beams at me then waggles her brows. “But I successfully distracted you.”

I chuckle. “That’s one way of putting it. Feel free to distract me like that anytime you want.”

With her curves flush against my body and the look of satisfaction in her gaze, my dick decides he’s ready for round two. I wrap my arms around her small waist, my eyes eating up every inch of her that they can. Her perky tits rise and fall with each inhalation. Her perfect nipples harden as they slide against me, and I relish the feel of her flesh against mine.

Heat blooms in her cheeks, and her tongue snakes out to lick her bottom lip. “That’s some pretty impressive recovery time you’ve got there,” she breathes, reaching between us and stroking my rapidly growing erection.

I smirk like the cocky bastard I am when it comes to my skills in the bedroom. “That’s not the only impressive thing about me,” I tell her then slide my hands down the slick skin of her back. I pause at her perfect ass, giving it a quick squeeze before gripping her thighs and lifting her.

I pin her against the cool tiles. She wraps her arms around my neck and slams her lips over mine as I line up then thrust inside her. We moan into each other’s mouths, and I waste no time taking us both to the edge of oblivion then right over it.

Unsurprisingly, we arrive at Storm’s cabin eleven minutes later than we were supposed to. And my sister gives me yet another knowing smirk. “Yeah, yeah,” I mutter. “You don’t have to say it.”

She laughs in my face. “Actually, I do. How many times over the years have you grilled my ass for being anything less than early? And here you are, Mr. I’ve Never Been Late For Anything In My Life, arriving—on my wedding day, no less”—she eyes her watch—“twelve minutes late.”

“Eleven,” I mutter. I can feel Emory’s shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter at my side, and I pointedly ignore them both, choosing to focus on Ever as she twirls in her flower girl dress. “Hey, princess,” I call to her, and she rushes me.

“Bash!” she shouts as I swing her up into the air then into my arms. “You wike my pwetty dwess?”

“I love it,” I tell her seriously. Then Hazel wobbles over, still slightly unsteady on her feet, but a huge, triumphant smile on her adorable face. I bend and catch her as she throws herself at me. With both my girls in my arms, I feel eyes on me. Lifting my gaze, I find Emory watching me.

She smiles at me, and before I make the conscious decision to do it, I’m moving toward her. “Keep looking at me like that, and we’re going to have to come up with an excuse to go back to our cabin,” I whisper into her ear.

Hazel wriggles in my arms, shocking the shit out of me by reaching for Emory. She doesn’t go to just anyone. And even though I knew she liked Em, I didn’t think she’d go to her just yet. I’m irrationally pleased by this, and it must show on my face because Emory arches a brow at me, silently asking what I’m thinking.

I shake my head and hand Hazel over.

Twenty minutes later, we’re all piling into a limo bound for the ceremony, and my nerves rear their ugly head again. My feet drag, and I’m the last one standing outside the vehicle. I swallow hard, squeeze my eyes closed, and attempt to take a deep, calming breath. But my chest is too tight; I can’t.

“Hey.” Emory’s comforting voice penetrates the panic flooding my system. My eyes snap open. She’s gotten back out of the car, and she’s right there with me. She places her palms flat against my chest and smiles up at me. “Breathe,” she urges me. “You got this.”

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