When I slapped Scott's hand away from my thighs as we sat in the pew thirty minutes before the wedding, he pulled away instantly. Of course it was what I wanted. For fuck's sake, we were in a church and it was Kenny's wedding day. After two months of not saying no to him touching me though, it felt wrong.
"It's Kenny's wedding day. You saw him when we woke up this morning. He's nervous as fuck. We should—" I started rattling on.
"It's okay, princess. I'll be good for you," he said, kissing my cheek sweetly before he lowered his lips to my ear. "Just so you know though, I will fuck you in a church. I promise."
I turned to him slowly. Passionate, calm eyes stared back at me as I swallowed.
"Hey best man, your brother is freaking out. He has cold feet," Alex yelled, stomping his way down the aisle until he reached us.
"What's wrong?" I asked, welcoming the distraction that was Alex.
