Smiling, my father pats Kyan on the back before shaking his hand and walking away. My sister and Jordan just arrived a few minutes ago, so I’m sure he’s making his way to see them.
I look up and reach out for the glass of wine as Kyan hands it to me. “Thank you.” I quickly tilt the glass back and finish it off.
Kyan raises an eyebrow. “Isn’t the point of wine to sip and savor? Should I just buy the whole bottle now and save me some trips? I will buy you the whole bar if it helps.” He smirks and then pulls me to him, sucking the excess wine off my bottom lip. “Mmm . . . tastes delicious.”
I laugh as he leans back in and teasingly nibbles my bottom lip. “Kyan . . .”
“Sorry,” he smiles against my lips. “You taste too damn good.”
“Calla . . .” My heart stops and all of my oxygen escapes me as Chrissy’s voice comes from right behind me. “Can I have a minute, please?”
Kyan grabs my face with both hands and rubs my cheeks as I look up at him. “I’ll find you in a bit.” He leans in and kisses me softly on the lips, before walking away, leaving me alone with . . . Chrissy.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and slowly release it. When I open my eyes again, I see Tori across the room, watching me. She gives me a slight smile and nods her head. I guess her being here has somewhat opened her eyes as well.
I turn around to face Chrissy and her soft eyes land on my face, taking me all in. “I’m really happy you came.” She swallows nervously and reaches for my hand. My eyes look down at her hand holding mine, before looking back up to her face. “There are things that need to be said. I can’t hold them in anymore. I’m so sorry, Calla. I know I can’t make up for what I did, but I’ll try if you’ll let me.” Her hand squeezes mine as a tear slides down her cheek. “I miss you.”
Fighting back my sob, I squeeze her hand back. “I miss you too,” I admit.
“I didn’t mean to hurt . . .”
“Let’s not do this here,” I say, cutting her off.
My eyes wander off when I hear the refreshing sound of Kyan’s laugh. He’s standing next to my aunt and a small group of older women. I can’t help the smile that takes over as I watch him having fun. That’s what weddings are supposed to be: fun and happy . . . not this.
Nothing else seems to matter at the moment but the fact that he’s here, supporting me. The past doesn’t matter. The anger that I’ve held onto for so long . . . it doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s just time to leave everything behind.
Smiling, I reach out and touch my sister’s face. “We don’t need to talk about this anymore. I love you and I want you to be happy. It’s going to take a while to fully gain my trust, but I want you in my life. Baby steps, okay?”
Crying, Chrissy leans in and throws her arms around me, nearly squeezing me half to death. She holds me, smiling against my cheek. “That’s all I want.”
She pulls away and tugs on a strand of my hair. “You look so beautiful. Your hair has gotten so long.” She nods her head toward Kyan. “And that handsome man looks extremely happy to be with you. You deserve that happiness. Don’t push it away, okay?”
We both look over at the same time that Kyan turns to face us. He flashes us a dimpled smile as Aunt Sharon pulls him out onto the dance floor.
“Oh no.” I give Chrissy one last quick hug. “You’re an absolutely beautiful bride, but I have to go save Kyan. You know how Aunt Sharon gets.”
“Oh definitely.” She smiles and shakes her head as my aunt’s hands start to rub Kyan’s lower back. “You better hurry. She’s working faster than usual.”
Laughing, I hurry across the room and place my hand on Sharon’s back. “This one is mine, you old hussy.”
We both crack a smile at the same time before she releases Kyan and steps away. “I was hoping your sister would keep you busy long enough for me to cop a feel.” She winks. “Enjoy this one.” She wiggles her penciled in brows and then walks away, looking for her next victim.
Kyan wets his lip and quickly pulls me against him. “Is this you returning the favor for me coming? You saving me from that innocent woman?”
I stand up on the tip of my toes and laugh against his lips. If only he knew. “No . . . my repaying you for coming would definitely involve you coming.” I smirk as he bites his bottom lip and pulls it into his mouth. “You look incredibly sexy in that suit,” I whisper.
He slides his hand beneath my neck and dips
me backward, placing his lips to my ear. “And that dress makes me want to rip it off of you and fuck you incredibly long and hard. I’m trying my best not to fuck you right here on the dance floor.”
Pulling me back up, he wraps both hands in the back of my hair and grinds against me to the music.
“Oh damn!” Tori appears beside us and starts snapping pictures as Kyan continues to move against me. “You two need to find a bathroom or some shit and stop teasing the rest of us.” She laughs and snaps a few more pictures while backing away.
“She’s right,” Kyan says against my lips. “We need to find a bathroom, because I need to be inside of you. Now.”
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me through the room, smiling and nodding as random people greet us. Once we get out into the hallway, he holds me up against the wall and slides his hands up my dress.
His lips meet mine and he kisses me so deeply that my body trembles in his arms. “I need you, Kyan . . .” I tug at his tie, nipping his bottom lip with my teeth. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Kyan smirks before grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the wall to look for an open bathroom. He pulls me down a side hall where no one’s at and dips into the first unlocked bathroom, locking it behind us.
His hands find my thighs and he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist with such force that my breath gets knocked out of me.
Not able to hold back, I tangle my fingers in his thick hair and crush my lips to his. He slams me against the wall and then the stall, before finally setting me down on the sink, pulling my dress up my thighs.
“Damn, I’m so fucking hard.” He grabs my hand and places it on his erection. “Only you get me this hard, Calla.”
Sliding my panties down my legs, he runs his lips along my skin, teasing me on the way. Standing back up, he tosses my thong aside and steps between my legs.
I look up and reach out for the glass of wine as Kyan hands it to me. “Thank you.” I quickly tilt the glass back and finish it off.
Kyan raises an eyebrow. “Isn’t the point of wine to sip and savor? Should I just buy the whole bottle now and save me some trips? I will buy you the whole bar if it helps.” He smirks and then pulls me to him, sucking the excess wine off my bottom lip. “Mmm . . . tastes delicious.”
I laugh as he leans back in and teasingly nibbles my bottom lip. “Kyan . . .”
“Sorry,” he smiles against my lips. “You taste too damn good.”
“Calla . . .” My heart stops and all of my oxygen escapes me as Chrissy’s voice comes from right behind me. “Can I have a minute, please?”
Kyan grabs my face with both hands and rubs my cheeks as I look up at him. “I’ll find you in a bit.” He leans in and kisses me softly on the lips, before walking away, leaving me alone with . . . Chrissy.
Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath and slowly release it. When I open my eyes again, I see Tori across the room, watching me. She gives me a slight smile and nods her head. I guess her being here has somewhat opened her eyes as well.
I turn around to face Chrissy and her soft eyes land on my face, taking me all in. “I’m really happy you came.” She swallows nervously and reaches for my hand. My eyes look down at her hand holding mine, before looking back up to her face. “There are things that need to be said. I can’t hold them in anymore. I’m so sorry, Calla. I know I can’t make up for what I did, but I’ll try if you’ll let me.” Her hand squeezes mine as a tear slides down her cheek. “I miss you.”
Fighting back my sob, I squeeze her hand back. “I miss you too,” I admit.
“I didn’t mean to hurt . . .”
“Let’s not do this here,” I say, cutting her off.
My eyes wander off when I hear the refreshing sound of Kyan’s laugh. He’s standing next to my aunt and a small group of older women. I can’t help the smile that takes over as I watch him having fun. That’s what weddings are supposed to be: fun and happy . . . not this.
Nothing else seems to matter at the moment but the fact that he’s here, supporting me. The past doesn’t matter. The anger that I’ve held onto for so long . . . it doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s just time to leave everything behind.
Smiling, I reach out and touch my sister’s face. “We don’t need to talk about this anymore. I love you and I want you to be happy. It’s going to take a while to fully gain my trust, but I want you in my life. Baby steps, okay?”
Crying, Chrissy leans in and throws her arms around me, nearly squeezing me half to death. She holds me, smiling against my cheek. “That’s all I want.”
She pulls away and tugs on a strand of my hair. “You look so beautiful. Your hair has gotten so long.” She nods her head toward Kyan. “And that handsome man looks extremely happy to be with you. You deserve that happiness. Don’t push it away, okay?”
We both look over at the same time that Kyan turns to face us. He flashes us a dimpled smile as Aunt Sharon pulls him out onto the dance floor.
“Oh no.” I give Chrissy one last quick hug. “You’re an absolutely beautiful bride, but I have to go save Kyan. You know how Aunt Sharon gets.”
“Oh definitely.” She smiles and shakes her head as my aunt’s hands start to rub Kyan’s lower back. “You better hurry. She’s working faster than usual.”
Laughing, I hurry across the room and place my hand on Sharon’s back. “This one is mine, you old hussy.”
We both crack a smile at the same time before she releases Kyan and steps away. “I was hoping your sister would keep you busy long enough for me to cop a feel.” She winks. “Enjoy this one.” She wiggles her penciled in brows and then walks away, looking for her next victim.
Kyan wets his lip and quickly pulls me against him. “Is this you returning the favor for me coming? You saving me from that innocent woman?”
I stand up on the tip of my toes and laugh against his lips. If only he knew. “No . . . my repaying you for coming would definitely involve you coming.” I smirk as he bites his bottom lip and pulls it into his mouth. “You look incredibly sexy in that suit,” I whisper.
He slides his hand beneath my neck and dips
me backward, placing his lips to my ear. “And that dress makes me want to rip it off of you and fuck you incredibly long and hard. I’m trying my best not to fuck you right here on the dance floor.”
Pulling me back up, he wraps both hands in the back of my hair and grinds against me to the music.
“Oh damn!” Tori appears beside us and starts snapping pictures as Kyan continues to move against me. “You two need to find a bathroom or some shit and stop teasing the rest of us.” She laughs and snaps a few more pictures while backing away.
“She’s right,” Kyan says against my lips. “We need to find a bathroom, because I need to be inside of you. Now.”
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me through the room, smiling and nodding as random people greet us. Once we get out into the hallway, he holds me up against the wall and slides his hands up my dress.
His lips meet mine and he kisses me so deeply that my body trembles in his arms. “I need you, Kyan . . .” I tug at his tie, nipping his bottom lip with my teeth. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Kyan smirks before grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the wall to look for an open bathroom. He pulls me down a side hall where no one’s at and dips into the first unlocked bathroom, locking it behind us.
His hands find my thighs and he picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist with such force that my breath gets knocked out of me.
Not able to hold back, I tangle my fingers in his thick hair and crush my lips to his. He slams me against the wall and then the stall, before finally setting me down on the sink, pulling my dress up my thighs.
“Damn, I’m so fucking hard.” He grabs my hand and places it on his erection. “Only you get me this hard, Calla.”
Sliding my panties down my legs, he runs his lips along my skin, teasing me on the way. Standing back up, he tosses my thong aside and steps between my legs.
