“Hmmm… Darcy,” he moaned, closing his eyes. “Please, take my arm so I can escort you to the bar before I end up on my knees worshiping your pussy again.”

I gasped at the intense and immediate arousal I felt as I recalled his mouth on my pussy this morning.

“Yup. You’re definitely going to sit on my face tonight. Definitely,” he said with a nod. “But first, drinks.”

All through the reception, Tommy stuck close to my side, just like he promised. He kept my glass full, danced with me. Jumped up to pull out my chair or provide an elbow for balance the moment I appeared to need it.

“You are going to make some woman very happy,” my sister James said as we all stood to say goodbye to the newlyweds. “I wish that woman could be me,” she added with a wistful sigh.

Tommy gave her an assessing look that swept from her face down to the curve of her ass. “If you apply yourself, I’m sure there are plenty of young men here who would be willing to make you happy. At least for the night.”

James threw a sassy look over her shoulder. “That’s all I would want, anyway.”

“Hm…is that a fact?” Carter asked, sliding in and looping an arm around her waist.

“Oh! Where have you been all night?” James received him with such surprised enthusiasm that Tommy and I had to laugh.

Outside on the stoop, we threw rose petals and held sparklers to light the way to the limo for the newlyweds. That pang of melancholy swept through me again when Jared turned and looked right at me to blow me a kiss and say goodbye. I’ve always been the sentimental type, but this felt like it was hitting me harder than usual.

When the couple was finally on their way to the hotel for their honeymoon, and the guests had said their goodbyes, I made my way back into the reception room.

The caterers were making short work of breaking down the tables and sweeping up the glitter and confetti on the floor. The party always looked tired and deflated after the guests were gone, but something about this room felt particularly flat tonight.

“You planned a really beautiful wedding and reception, Darcy.”

I shrugged and hugged myself. “I wanted it to be special for Brandi and Jared.”

“I think it was,” he said softly.

“Didn’t you ask me for a kiss earlier?” I asked, turning to him as he made his way across the room to where I stood.

“I did.”

“Do you still want one?” I asked, giving him my best saucy grin.

“I do,” he said with a soft moan and slow smile. “But I think you need something first.”

“What?”