sort of answer, Dayne and Griffin appear in the doorway. Dayne sits next to Soren, with Cheryl on his other side and Griffin comes to sit beside Macy... and me. His fingertips trail lightly across my shoulders as he passes me, and I shiver.
15
Griffin
The Rehearsal Dinner
Present-ish.
My fingertips skim over Livia's back as I pass her. I swear I can feel the goosebumps that pop up in response to my touch. I want to fuck her so badly I can barely breathe, but instead, I sit down between her and the maid of honor.
I insisted to Patrice that she needed to do the seating this way. I told her that the girl now sitting on Macy's other side doesn't know anybody at the wedding but her and Livia and that it would be nice if she could sit next to someone she knows at the rehearsal dinner. I'm not sure if that girl knows anyone else here or not. I do know she's not family so she must be pretty good friends with Livia and Macy to be at the rehearsal.
I smile at the Salisbury steak placed in front of me. Food from our first date. I wonder if Livia thought of me when she chose this.
I glance down at my watch. By my estimation of how long the wedding and reception will take, it's almost twenty-four hours exactly until my mouth can be buried in Livia's cunt. Until my cock can take a ride. Until her mouth can be on my dick. Until I can watch Soren and Dayne fuck the shit out of her. Until we can pass her back and forth like our own private whore.
Twenty-four hours and she is ours.
I turn to find Macy smiling at me and then looking shyly away. She's a cute little thing. Dark auburn red hair against fair skin and freckles, green eyes so light and pale they rival rare gemstones, and dark-rimmed glasses that make her look like a hot librarian. In another lifetime I most certainly would fuck her, and I know from the way she looks away that she's hoping we hook up tonight or tomorrow night after the reception.
I wonder if Livia knows her best friend wants to fuck me, not that it matters. It isn't as if her friend is trying to steal her man. How could she know that everyone who'll be standing at the front of the church tomorrow in a tuxedo are all Livia's men? We even have this bizarre ritual worked out with the ring. Dayne will be holding it. He'll pass it to me, I'll pass it to Soren, and Soren will put it on her finger.
“Is your girlfriend coming to the wedding?” Macy asks.
It's obvious she's fishing, but she's so sweet about it that I almost don't mind.
I hesitate a moment before answering. After all Livia will be at the wedding, but she's not exactly my girlfriend. “She's out of town,” I say.
Her face falls, but what could I do? Give her hope that something could happen? Do I want her trying to dance with me while I'm trying to dance with Livia at the reception?
I'm relieved when Macy turns and starts a conversation with her other friend. I turn my attention to Livia. She's strung tight like a bow string. I slip my hand underneath the table between her legs, but Soren is already touching her. My eyes meet his over the top of her head.
Livia is doing her very best to seem unfazed, slowly chewing and swallowing each bite of her dinner. She jerks in her chair, her eyes going wide when she realizes both Soren and I are fingering her together under the table.
I lean in close and whisper in her ear. “Maybe you should have worn jeans.”
I plan to keep an eye on Soren until tomorrow night. Isn't this violating his “not until the wedding night” edict? This is the first time our fingers have been inside her pussy, finger fucking her. Ever.
“Please, Griffin,” she whispers. She knows it's useless to appeal to Soren.
I don't have to ask what she's begging for. She wants me to stop. She's afraid someone will see and figure out what's happening underneath this table. The tables are covered in long table cloths and our table is set up so that our backs are against the wall, but it isn't as though our family and close friends can't see her face, and anyway the toasts are about to begin.
I reluctantly remove my