Katie looks like she’s floating down the aisle, and everyone’s mesmerized by how gorgeous she is. Noah’s gaze is focused on her, and it’s one of the most magical moments I’ve ever witnessed.

The pastor steps up, and the ceremony begins. While they each recite the vows they wrote for each other, I glance at Archer and admire how good he looks.

After the pastor pronounces them as husband and wife, Katie and Noah kiss. When they turn around, whistles and cheers fill the room, then the pianist begins playing. After we take pictures with the wedding party and bride and groom, we drive to the event hall for the reception. The guests arrive first, then when Katie and Noah arrive, the real party begins.

Warm rustic lights and white sheers are draped around the room. It has a magical Southern summer feel, and I’m in love with how cozy it is. They’re only offering a cocktail hour, finger foods, and dessert bar, then calling it a night after some dancing. I swear, Katie should be an event planner because it’s the perfect night.

Archer grabs my hand and pulls me close as we wait in line for drinks. “I think Katie’s cousins are eye-fucking you.”

I laugh and turn around, noticing some of her distant relatives staring at my ass. “Does that make you jealous?”

He slides his hand down my ass and grabs it. No one sees, but goddamn, I feel it, and I like it.

“More like possessive,” he growls in my ear, and I smile wide at his tone. Before we get to the front of the bar, I grab his hand, and we slip away down the hallway. I wiggle the doorknob of a closet filled with cleaning supplies and pull him inside. He laughs against my mouth as I lean forward to kiss him.

“What’re you doing?” he asks as I unbutton his tux pants and slide them down to his ankles. I pull out his cock and stroke him. I don’t even need to answer his question because he knows. After I slip off my panties, he lifts me onto his raging hard-on, then pins me against the door. We’re hot and greedy for one another and fucking like we’re teenagers.

Right now, all I need is him, just like this.

“You’re mine,” Archer growls as he bites my neck.

“Good, because you’re all mine too. I don’t like to share.”