Jared and Brandi jumped the broom, and the string quartet played a peppy version of Beyoncé’s Love on Top as they made their way back down the aisle, followed by the wedding party. As he passed, Tommy leaned in and whispered, “Stay there. I’ll come back for you,” then made his way to the reception area with one of Brandi’s bridesmaids on his arm.

Next to me, Jolene tsked and pushed herself into an upright position. “I think this is the perfect time to get myself another drink,” she announced he while aiming a smug smile at me.

I didn’t try not to roll my eyes this time. I refused to say I hated this. Refused to let her have that much power over me or rent that space in my head to her for free. However, I was creeping toward strong dislike. Maybe even loathing.

I was still considering that whilst staring daggers at her back when Tommy reappeared. He stood over me, hands shoved into the pockets of his tux.

“Hey, Darcy,” he said in a low sensual voice that licked against my damp skin.

“You came back to rescue me,” I said, smiling up at him before I stood and took his arm.

“Of course, I did, hermosa. I promised you I would, didn’t I?”

I nodded and focused my attention on the garden pavers under my feet. “You did, but… I just want to reiterate that this was a good and chivalrous thing you agreed to do, but if you want to—”

“Are you kidding me right now?” His steps slowed to a stop, and he turned toward me. We were still a good distance from the rest of the wedding guests, who were milling about on the piazza and around the pool enjoying cocktails. Still, it felt like everyone’s eyes were on us.

“Tell me you’re not trying to get rid of me when I have been looking forward to this all damn day.”

That declaration made an involuntary smile come to my lips. “There are a lot of pretty girls here, Tommy. Single girls. I know you said—”

“Darcy, I don’t want to spend the evening with some random pretty, single girl.” His voice dropped into a low, urgent tone. “Why this sudden change of heart? Do you want to…cancel our appointment?”

I looked up at him. Looked into his eyes. “You still want that?”

“Yes,” he answered before I finished asking the question. “I’ve been thinking about being inside of your tight, wet pussy all day, Darcy. Yes. Yes, I still want that. Still want you.”

Still want you. Not just anyone. He wanted me. “Okay,” I whispered, still stunned and confused by all of this. Confused by the fact that he wanted me this way. Stunned by how intensely I wanted him in return.