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“Same. But to be honest, I don’t have anyone in my life who wants to hear about the kinky things I did. So I’ve stored up all my happy endings—”

“In an impressive spank bank?”

A beat passed, then Wynton threw back his head and laughed.

That single, spontaneous expression of joy moved her. Given their raunchy subject matter, she expected he’d toss out a few lewd vibrator references, but his laugh seemed a more genuine response than trying to one-up her.

“What’s so damn funny over here?” Sutton asked.

Mel and Wynton had been so deep in conversation they hadn’t noticed the bride and groom dancing right next to them. With very curious expressions on their faces.

“We’re just swapping bad sex stories,” Wynton said without hesitation. “Why? Did you need us to do something official?”

“Shots of tequila!” London said, pumping her arm in the air.

Sutton grabbed her arm and returned it to his neck. “Behave, wifey-mine, or I’ll have to take you over my knee.”

“Were you two talking about bondage games?” London asked. “Because while I appreciate my husband’s rope expertise, I think turnabout is fair play, don’t you? Shouldn’t I get to tie him up sometimes?”

The groom blushed and whispered in London’s ear. Whatever he said made her eyes glaze over and put a cat-like curl on her lips.

Mel glanced up at Wynton, expecting to see amusement in his eyes, but the longing she saw made her ache. He wanted that same connection his brother had more than he wanted to admit.

Don’t you too?

“We came over to remind you that the bouquet toss and garter removal is happening soon,” Sutton said. “We’ll stick around for maybe an hour and then we’re takin’ off.”

“We’re at your command,” Wynton deadpanned. “But there’s something I’ve got to do first.” He kept ahold of Mel’s hand as they exited the dance floor.

She had no idea what was going on. When it appeared they were headed to the bar, she started crafting excuses on why she couldn’t do shots with him. But Wynton strolled right past the bar and out a rear exit.

It had gotten chilly since the sun had set. Mel shivered, wishing she’d grabbed her wrap.

Then she found herself absolutely burning up, pressed against the side of the building by two-hundred pounds of hot cowboy. Good Lord. The heat in Wynton’s eyes nearly set her skin on fire.

There was no speech about how much he wanted to kiss her. He just did it. Lowered his head and planted his mouth on hers.

He didn’t have to prove he was a passionate man by thrusting his tongue past her lips and into her throat. He proved it with tender nibbles and teasing licks. A gentle pass of his mouth. Again and again. As if he had all the time in the world.

Each time Mel parted her lips ever so slightly, breathing him in, she felt his tongue softly licking into her mouth. So when he finally kicked up the heat into a full-blown soul kiss, it seemed as if they’d been kissing for hours.

Wynton wrapped one hand around the back of her neck; his thumb stroked the bone at the base of her skull, sending tingles down her spine. He’d stretched his other arm across her back and clamped onto her right butt cheek. The hard wall of his chest pressed against hers, leaving no place to put her hands except to grip his biceps.

She was just glad she had something solid to hold on to because the way he kissed her left her breathless, boneless, and mindless.

And wet.

His mouth left hers to drag kisses down the column of her throat. “If we weren’t needed inside in like a minute, I’d already be inside you.” He stopped and breathed heavily against her skin. “Goddammit, Melissa. What you do to me. Kissing you is ten times better than fucking most women. I don’t think my brain can process how fantastic the real deal will be.”

“Listen to you sweet talk me.”

Wynton lifted his head. “Meet me back here in ten minutes.”

Mel forced her arms to work and slid her hands across his shoulders. “I have a better idea. There’s a private room for the bride to get ready around the back of the lodge.” She brought his mouth down to hers for a teasing kiss. “I just happen to have a key. And a condom.”

His smile lit up his whole face. “Is it too soon to say I think I love you?”

She laughed. “Save that for after I blow your...mind, cowboy.”

The DJ invited all the single ladies to the dance floor for the bouquet toss.

“That’s our cue.”

Right before they walked into the lodge, Wynton murmured, “These next ten minutes might actually kill me, Kentucky.”

“Don’t worry. I know CPR. I’d revive you.”

Chapter Three

Wyn watched London toss the bouquet. He thought it was telling—and maybe a little sad—that Melissa didn’t even try to catch it.

Then he stood in a circle with the other guests as Sutton removed London’s garter. He thought it was telling—and an indication of how smitten his younger brother was—that he refused to toss the garter and kept it for himself.

The events dragged out much longer than he’d expected and his gaze was continually drawn to Melissa. He couldn’t wait to have his mouth on her skin. He couldn’t wait to have those wild curls crushed in his hands. He couldn’t wait to hear the noises she made as he touched her. When Cres elbowed him and muttered, “Dude. Quit eye-fucking her,” Wyn actually blushed.

So what if he felt like a teenage boy locking eyes with his crush; his heart raced, sweat prickled on the back of his neck, and his dick started to harden. Melissa appeared to be in the same lustful state. Her cheeks were flushed and she alternately bit and licked her lips. The best part was when her eyes kept darting to the door.

He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this level of anticipation. Maybe...never. It wasn’t bragging that he didn’t have to work too hard to find a hookup. Not because he was a smooth-talking Casanova. He just liked women, he liked sex, and he didn’t pretend he wanted anything more than a good time.

So why haven’t you gotten laid in months?

If his smartass brothers knew how long this dry spell had lasted, they’d claim it was because he’d bedded every available single woman in the area. The truth was, he’d gotten more selective after he’d watched his brother fall in love.

Finally, the newlyweds were ready to leave the reception. Cres pulled Sutton’s truck up to the entrance. Earlier, they’d decorated it with dozens of tin cans and beer cans tied to the tailgate and dragging on the ground. They’d written “Just Married” along both sides in huge white letters. They’d filled the inside with rolls of toilet paper and paper streamers. Cres had even tracked down an old pamphlet “What To Expect On Your Wedding Night” and taped it to the steering wheel. But Wyn’s favorite part was the two-dozen rainbow-colored condom packages he’d affixed to the hood in the shape of a bow.

As soon as the happy couple pulled away, Melissa was beside him. “Did you save any of those fun-colored condoms?”

He faced her and smiled. “Nope. I had to special order them. Hard to find a place that carries extra small rubbers.”

She laughed. “You didn’t.”

“I did. He’d do the same damn thing to me.”

They stared at each other. Moved toward each other.

He dropped his gaze to her lips. “You have the sexiest mouth I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s yours. However you want it.” Her soft fingers circled his wrist. “We’re doing this now?”

“Unless you’ve changed your mind?”

Melissa brought his hand to her mouth and sucked on his pinkie. “Does that
seem
like I’ve changed my mind?”

“Christ. Give me the key to the room.”

She took two steps backward and an evil smile curled her lips. “Now…Where
did
I put that key? It’s on me someplace. Guess you’ll have to pat me down or feel me up to find it.” She disappeared around the corner.

Wyn followed half a step behind her and he was on her, pushing her up against the door as his mouth crashed down on hers, kissing her with hunger and desperation that seemed totally foreign to him. His hands landed on her hips and he flattened his palms over her abdomen, traveling up her ribcage. Then he cupped her tits, sliding his fingers across the top of the dress and pulling the material away from her skin so he could reach into her cleavage.

Score
. The pad of his finger brushed a metal ring.

Rather than scooping it out that way, he broke the kiss to bury his face between her breasts. Licking those full swells of flesh, inhaling the scent of her skin, snagging the key ring with his teeth and pulling it out.

“My, what a talented tongue you have, Super Man-Slut,” she said breathlessly.

He grinned and the key dropped into his hand. Snaking his left arm around her waist, he yanked her against his body and jammed the key in the lock. The door popped open.

Once they were inside, he gave the place a cursory look. A single lamp lit the entire room. Three folding chairs were spread out in a semicircle, a low countertop and mirror took up one wall, and a loveseat had been shoved in the corner. Good enough.

He slammed the door and pressed her against it, fusing his mouth to hers again.

She tasted sweet. Like juice and wedding cake. He kissed her until he felt drunk just from the pleasure of it. His hands roved over as much of her as possible, but he needed more.

Wyn ran his hand up her spine until he found the zipper tab at the top of her dress and eased it down to the small of her back.

Melissa broke the kiss on a gasp. “Thank heaven. Now I can breathe.”

“Pull the fabric down to your waist,” he murmured against her throat.

Hooking her fingers into the side panels, she shimmied it down, baring her tits completely. “The bra is built in—”

Whatever she’d been about to say was lost in a soft moan as he dragged his fingertips over the upper curve of her breast. He locked his gaze to hers. “You want pretty words? Or you want my mouth sucking you here”—he swept his thumb across her nipple—“until I get your pussy wet enough to fuck?”

“That. Yes. Please.”

Wyn palmed and caressed her while he feasted on her nipples. When her squirming forced him to release that rigid tip before he was ready, he said, “Hands above your head, gripping the top of the door frame.”

She complied with barely a whimper of protest.

His dick was so damn hard it hurt. He didn’t have to drag this out, but that’s partially why he wanted to; she wouldn’t expect it.

So he sucked and bit and licked her tits, even gifting her with a suck mark on the fleshy outer edge that nearly sent her through the roof.

His mouth drifted back up to her ear. “Do I fuck you sitting down or standing up? Choose.”

“Standing up.”

Wyn pulled a condom out of his pocket, holding it to her mouth with a husky, “Hang on to this for a sec.”

How fucking sexy was it to see her teeth sinking into the plastic. He undid his suit pants, shoving them and his boxer briefs to his knees. He took the condom from her mouth with his own. Then he ripped the package with his teeth and reached down to roll it on.

That’s when he noticed Melissa’s hands were still above the door. Her chest was heaving. Her eyes…Christ her eyes were heavy-lidded and expectant.

The satiny fabric of her dress brushed against his bare thighs as he lifted the material up and tucked it behind her. He inched his fingers down until the tips connected with the waistband of her panties. “Hold still.” As he pulled the panties down her trembling thighs, he crouched slightly, needing to know her scent before he fucked her. Wyn ducked his head and placed an openmouthed kiss on the curve of her mound. “A natural redhead,” he murmured against that fragrant flesh.

Once her panties were off, he pressed his body to hers again. He grabbed behind her left thigh and lifted it up to wrap around his hip. Wyn planted his mouth on hers as he aligned his cock to her wet center. He pushed in slowly the first couple of inches and then snapped his hips, filling her in one fast thrust.

Melissa’s moan vibrated in his mouth. She rolled her hips forward in a signal for him to move.

Keeping one hand around her thigh, he slid his other hand up her arm, pulling it away from the wall and setting it on his shoulder. He flattened his palm above her head on the door to brace himself as he started to fuck her.

The slow, steady pace didn’t last long, even when he wanted to savor every glide of his cock into her tight, wet heat. But as the sensations built, he sped up.

The kiss had become frantic—thrusting tongues and hot, fast breath exchanged in openmouthed kisses.

When he kicked up the pace again, Melissa let her head fall back, leaving her neck wide open.

He nipped and nuzzled. Used his teeth. Lost his mind whenever she released a throaty sigh when his tongue connected with a hot spot. His cock rammed into her faster and harder, but he kept his mouth gentle. If he didn’t consciously think about it, he feared he’d turn into an animal, leaving bite marks and broken flesh in his wake.

“Wynton.”

“So fucking perfect, how you feel around me.”

“I’m close,” she panted.

“Tell me what’ll get you there.”

“Move side to side. Yes. Like that.” She groaned. “Don’t stop.”

His grip tightened on her thigh. “Your pussy’s squeezing me like a fucking vise. Take it baby, it’s right. There.”

That did it. She began to come immediately, her body bucking and grinding against his. The sexiest noises he’d ever heard echoed around him, taunting him to join her. But he gritted his teeth and waited until the last pulse pulled at his cock and she slumped against the wall.

Wyn couldn’t hold off. Six hard strokes later, he buried his face in the curve of her neck, his hips pumping as his cock erupted.

Her lips in his hair roused him. He raised his head and feathered his mouth over hers. “That was… Hell, I’m pretty sure we
are
super fucking heroes.”

She smiled.

“I don’t want that to be it for tonight, Melissa.”

Her eyes clouded.

“What?”

“Let’s see how the rest of the night plays out.”