Page 114 of Bridesmaid By Chance
“Right, my mistake. Sorry, bro.”
He knocks on my shoulder, and it takes everything in me not to plow my fist right through his skull, but I hold my composure. “Honest mistake, but listen, any time spent with my wife is not wasted time. I’m looking forward to dancing with her. We took dancing lessons before our wedding.”
“You did?” Sheridan asks as I lift Sloane’s hand to my mouth and press a kiss against her knuckles.
“We did. It was just for us. We had our own elopement and then danced privately together, but it was nice, to have my wife in my arms and to be able to dip, twist, and turn her around our living room.”
“Remember that time you dipped me and your back gave out?”
Why, Sloane?
Why?
“Happens to the best of us, man,” Archie says while placing his hand on his back in solidarity.
“He said it was because he lifted three hundred pounds in the gym that day.” Umm, okay, can’t lift that much. “But I said it was because he’s thirteen years my senior.”
“Thirteen?” Sheridan asks. “Wow, that’s quite the age gap.”
“It is, but the only time we notice it is apparently when he’s trying to dip me after working out so hard in the gym. But in the bedroom, oh my God, the man is sensational.”
Okay, not the crowd. I squeeze her thigh, letting her know to drop that.
“I mean, he can really rattle a headboard. One neighbor thought there was an earthquake, but nope, just my husband’s hips.”
Jesus, Sloane.
Archie takes a sip of his drink and then smirks at me. “Congrats, man. Always great to know you have good working hips.”
“Ones that might need a replacement if you keep trying to show off,” Devin says, making my nostrils flare.
This guy is on my last fucking nerve.
Pushing me.
Poking me.
“It’s not showing off,” I say. “It’s just the way I fuck.”
The moment the word slips past my mouth, I realize just how unprofessional it is.
“I mean, shit, I’m sorry,” I say to Archie and Sheridan, who both have red cheeks.
“Oh, we’re all adults here.” Sloane waves me off and then whispers to the group, “Some older than the others.” They laugh, thankfully. God, she’s charming. “But he’s correct, that is how he fucks and it’s okay to say that, because I’m sure you’re the same way.” She gestures toward Archie. “I’ve seen you stand, quite the powerful rump you have.”
I squeeze Sloane’s thigh again, trying to get her to stop, because we don’t need to go into detail about others’ sexual encounters. But she doesn’t stop—instead she attempts to overcompensate for my mistake.
“I’m sure you can scoot a California king bed across the bedroom floor with one powerful thrust, Archie, which of course leads me to send my congratulations to you, Sheridan. Always nice to find a man who can tickle the old uterus.” Fuck, she’s losing it.Abort! For the love of God, please stop talking.“And, Archie, you also look quite healthy, like you don’t lose your breath very quickly. Another positive.” Archie smiles but you can tell that it’s forced. “Not to mention it helps to have such a beautiful lady to drive into.” And here I thought things were going well for a moment.
“It does help,” Devin says with a wink, which nearly makes me come out of my goddamn seat.
“I think we’re both lucky,” Sheridan says with a lift of her water glass. “To powerful hip thrusts and tickled uteruses.” Well…thank Jesus for that.
“Here, here,” Sloane says with a raise of her glass.
I raise my glass but keep my eyes on Devin…as he keeps his eyes on Sloane. I’ll tell you right now, over my dead body will he be dancing with her.
“Do you like your meal?” I ask Sloane, leaning in close to her ear.
