Rock Wedding (Rock Kiss #4) - Nalini Singh Page 0,38
ducked his head to hide the curse word… then finally removed his hand from her knee.
And she missed the warmth, the contact. Him.
“That was mean.” He spoke against her ear. To anyone watching, it would appear as if he was just leaning in so they could speak without disturbing their neighbors.
“You started it,” she said, turning his earlier words back on him while trying to convince herself she’d made the right call.
He stretched one arm out along the back of her seat. “You’re having fun, admit it.”
“No.”
He tickled the back of her neck, well aware it was—weirdly—the most ticklish spot on her body.
“Abe.” Her voice came out strangled, and then she was laughing as she tried to tug away his hand without making a big deal of it.
Abe grinned, so gorgeous and sexy that she just wanted to kiss him.
“What’s so funny?” David’s question came right as Abe stopped teasing her in favor of simply bracing his arm on the back of her seat, his muscled strength brushing her back.
“Just checking if Sarah’s still ticklish.”
Sarah kicked him again as David’s lips curved into a deep smile. “I’m going to kill you,” she muttered to Abe.
His eyes glinted wicked promises at her.
Her breath caught, her face flushed. It was just as well that Charlotte said, “Time,” from the other side of the table right then.
The wedding party stood as one. There was no need to make an announcement. The guests followed their lead, all eyes going to the entrance of the pavilion… just as the air filled with the gritty sound of the hard rock love song Fox had written for Molly. The lead singer and his bride didn’t walk in. They danced in, Molly in Fox’s arms as he spun her around, then caught her back against his chest before they laughingly danced the rest of the way in with their hands linked.
“Rock it!” Abe pumped his fist in the air as the other band members and guests hollered and clapped.
Sarah’s palms stung, she was clapping so hard; her smile threatened to crack her face. This wedding was unlike any other she’d ever attended, and she loved it. When Fox’s love song ended to be immediately followed by a classic rock song by a husky-voiced female singer, the couple waved the wedding party over.
Sarah wasn’t usually comfortable under any kind of spotlight, but today she didn’t hesitate; she went with Abe and they danced. She didn’t even try to fight the sheer joy she got being in Abe’s arms, his body moving against hers.
There’d be plenty of time for that later.
The speeches that followed the first round of dancing were short and funny and wicked.
Noah told a story about finding the newlyweds lip-locked in Fox’s Lamborghini that had everyone laughing as Molly blushed and Fox kissed her cheek, his arm hooked around her neck. Then it was Charlotte’s turn: the petite blonde’s words were sweet and so emotional that they had everyone blinking back tears. Molly rose to hug her best friend, the love that existed between these two sisters of the heart out there for the world to see.
Vicente was the last to speak, his speech that of a proud father on his daughter’s wedding day and his hand resting on Molly’s shoulder. He also made it a point to say how proud he was of Fox too, how much it meant to him to be at the wedding of the “honorable, strong, and talented” man he’d watched grow to adulthood beside his own son.
Fox exchanged a powerful hug with the older man afterward, his eyes raw.
Then the music started up again and everyone was invited to party.
It was the least elegant and most fun wedding reception Sarah had ever attended, and that included her own. She ended up kicking off her heels partway through, dancing until her breath was ragged and her blood pumping. Those dances were almost always with Abe. The only other men to whom he’d relinquish her were Noah, David, Fox, or Vicente, and David’s younger brothers.
It was scary how much she didn’t mind his possessiveness. Fantasy, she reminded herself. It’s just a few hours of fantasy.
When she ended up with Noah just as the pulsing beat segued into a slower song, she didn’t know quite what to say or where to look, but the blond guitarist didn’t push her on the topic of her and Abe.
He just said, “It’s good to see you again, Sarah. Give Abe hell, eh?”