Yes, he would tell her right before they went live. Hopefully, it would be soon, so he could stop feeling like he was lying.

Chapter 22

MAY

Cherisse

“FUCK.”

“Yeah.”

“Fuuuuck.”

“Cherisse, if you keep saying ‘fuck’ like that, I’ll...”

“Come?” she whispered in his ear. “That’s the point. We don’t have much time.” She pressed her hips into his, trying to get this show on the road. No idea how long they’d been in this supply closet. “Please.” She nibbled at his earlobe, and Keiran grunted. What a sound. It made her wetter, and she tried to draw him in more with the leg she’d wrapped around him, one hand pressed back on a giant bale of toilet paper, of all things. She refused to think about that too much.

Hurry, hurry, hurry was the chant in her head as he rolled into her, frantic now. So close, so fucking close. Fuck. She bit her lips as she came, her moan extra-loud to her ears. Keiran pressed his face into her neck, body going still, the slow lick of his tongue at her clavicle so unexpected and sexy. She shuddered.

“That was...”

“I know.” Leg hoisted up around his waist, he was still inside her, bodies pressed so close, and even through the layers of clothing, she could feel the wild thumping of his heart. Wearing a dress today had either been worth it or the worst idea. She hadn’t decided yet. She’d just had the hottest quickie of her life, thanks to Keiran, and nothing was making sense right now.

How was she supposed to wrap her head around that?

“We should get back before we’re missed,” she suggested. Or before they got busted in this supply closet.

Keiran slid away from her, looking around for some means to dispose of the condom, probably. The place got points for the well-stocked bathrooms. Condoms, mints, pads, tampons, cozy seats. All that had played a major part in selling her on this venue for the wedding shower. Eric’s mom being a member of this country club didn’t hurt, either.

She hadn’t expected she’d be making use of the condoms, especially not during their walkthrough. The guy giving them the tour had excused himself to take a call. They’d decided to take a little roam of the place while their tour guide had been preoccupied.

They’d been tense with each other when Keiran had picked her up. Their conversations had mostly been by phone the last couple weeks of April, sorting out details. They were in shower month now, with wedding month not so far off. Avoiding each other wasn’t possible.

They weren’t talking about it, which was fine by her. The sex was a one-time thing, no matter how much she kept remembering how Keiran sounded in the throes of passion—that throaty groan, fuck, that had been hot—or how their eyes kept sliding off each other as they’d strolled the venue. One and done. That was it.