Ben kissed me, hard and fast. "That sounds like a fantastic idea. Since the field is taken, what do you say we find a secluded closet?"
I had to laugh, my worries about J.J. and Lee fading. They were adults. What they did was their business.
"I think I know just the place," I murmured. "Follow me."
Ben held my hand as I led him toward the stairs. There was a chain across the entry to the stairway with a sign that said, "Employees Only". I ducked under it and darted up the steps. I'd been up here yesterday when we were setting up for the reception, and I knew of a spacious storage closet that was now empty since all the chairs were downstairs for the reception.
Ben tried the knob and said, "It's locked."
I reached into the pocket of my dress. That's right, my maid of honor dress had freakin' pockets. Yet another reason I loved my friend so much. She chose a dress that I could wear again and it was useful.
I pulled out a stretchy, twisted band that held a key ring with a single key on it and shook it at him.
He grinned and unlocked the door before he pulled me inside. "A devious, well-prepared woman. If we weren't already engaged, I'd have to drop onto one knee right now."
I reached for his belt buckle. "Well, there is something else you can do while you're down there if you'd like to try anyway."
Ben laughed and hiked up the hem of my dress. "I like the way you think."
His fingertips slid along the waistband of my underwear and I shuddered against him.
Even after a year, his touch affected me like nothing else. And I hoped it never stopped.
Ben lowered his mouth to mine and I whispered, "Thank you for falling in love with me."
"That's my line," he replied, kissing me lightly. "Because I'm lucky as hell that you fell in love with me."
"Maybe we should go to Vegas to get married," I suggested, arching my back when his fingertips slipped beneath the fabric of my underwear.
"Nice try, but you're not getting out of a backyard barbeque wedding in two weeks," he said before he kissed me and took my breath away.
I was too busy celebrating with him to admit that I didn't care where we got married as long as he was my husband in the end.
The End
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Chapter 1
This was not going as planned.
And I hated it when that happened.
See, this was supposed to be the weekend I lost my virginity. Yes, that's right. I was a twenty-five-year-old virgin.
Having four older brothers who were known around our small town for being full of piss and vinegar meant that I didn't date in high school. Ever. No boy would even talk to me, much less ask me out, for fear of the wrath of the Prescott boys.
Well, I wanted that to change.
I had it planned out. I didn't want a relationship because men were a huge pain in the butt. Again, four older brothers had taught me that. Watching them screw up their relationships throughout my teen years had been extremely informative.
If they weren't taking their girlfriends and later wives for granted, they were cheating, or carousing, or just plain being jerks. It was enough to turn a girl off from romantic relationships.
I knew that not all men were like my brothers, but even they didn't act like that in the beginning. Who would?
I didn't want to waste my time trying to get down to the truth of a man, only to have him prove that he wasn't worth the effort.
Now, don't get me wrong, I loved my brothers dearly. I just didn't want to date anyone like them.
So, losing my virginity would have to be a casual sort of thing. Sure, I could wait until I was ready to deal with dating and everything that came with it, but I had more important things to worry about.
Like grad school.
I was starting my first semester this fall. It would be another eighteen months to two years before I would be done and I really didn't want to be a twenty-seven-year-old virgin.