She let out another deep groan, and her body began to come apart in my arms. She convulsed. Her orgasm seemed to rip through her almost violently, and then I started going harder for myself.
God. I came, and it wasn’t until after I’d finished that I realized I hadn’t used a condom.
“Fuck,” I whispered, kissing her neck.
Her legs slowly unwound from my waist, but she couldn’t stand. I held her steady in front of me.
“What?” Her eyes looked drunk. She reached down to adjust her underwear, then tucked me back into my pants and zipped me up. She smoothed a hand over my belt. “What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t use a condom.”
“Oh.” Her hand froze, positioned right over me. “Oh, no.” It fell away.
“You’re on birth control.”
“Yeah, but still.” She bit her lip.
I touched her mouth and smiled. “You know I love it when you do that.”
“I know.” She let her lip go, smiling, but her eyes were still worried. “Mason, what if—”
I shook my head. “Then we’ll deal.”
I tested to see if she could stand on her own, and when her body didn’t immediately sway to the side, I stepped back an inch, just enough to breathe. Raking a hand through my hair, I looked down. She’d smoothed out everything. Nothing looked out of place.
“You okay?” I asked.
“I should stop in the bathroom for a quick cleanup.”
I nodded. “I’ll wait for you.” We slipped from the closet, still holding hands, and Sam darted into a back women’s restroom. I took position, watching to see if anyone came down the tiny hallway. I knew she’d be fine in there, but it was the least I could do.
I couldn’t believe it. No fucking condom. I was fucking stupid.
“Hey.” Logan came toward me, frowning. “Where’d you disappear to? We need to get to the reception. Nate and Taylor are waiting in the limo.”
“What about Mark?” I gestured upstairs where we’d been standing. “I saw him sitting next to Malinda.”
“Oh yeah. I’ll grab him.” He started to leave, but paused. “You okay?”
I nodded. “Just waiting for Sam.”
The questions still lingered in his gaze, so I added, “She didn’t want to wait in line or deal with other people. We found a bathroom down here.”
“Okay.” He was still frowning, but pointed back where he’d come from. “Anyway, I’ll grab Mark, and we’re in the limo. Hurry up—no quickies.”
I shot him a grin. “You’re going to tell us no quickies? Mr. Sex Machine himself?”
Logan smirked, puffing his chest out. “Well, maybe hold off till we get to the reception. You and Sam can get a room at the hotel.”
“Uh-huh.” My tone mocked him. “Or we can use the king suite you have booked.”
“Fuck, no. Where do you think my quickies are going to be? I plan ahead, unlike some of us.” He looked at me pointedly.
“Get out of here.” I heard the door open behind me. “We’re coming right now.”
Sam stepped out next to me, her hand slipped into mine, and she leaned against me. She saw Logan walking away. “What’d he want?”
“They have a limo waiting for us.”
“Oh.”
I knew she was thinking we should go, but we stood together a moment longer. Her head rested against my arm, and I felt her entire body draw in some air.
“I know I should be worried, but what we did felt like the most natural thing in the world,” she murmured. She tipped her head back, her dark and solemn eyes finding mine. “Why aren’t I more worried?”
Because I loved her.
I kissed her lips. “Because we’ll be fine, and whatever happens, we’ll be fine then, too.” My hand wrapped around her, holding onto her hip and anchoring her to me. “You know it’ll all be okay.”
She closed her eyes again, burrowing into me.
I could’ve stood there the rest of the day. I didn’t care if they were waiting for us.
Finally, Sam pulled herself away from me, and she was the one who led me from the basement. Once in the limo, I kept us as far from the rest of the group as possible. There was space between us where seven people could’ve sat, and Logan stared at us, his head cocked to the side. He knew something had happened; he just couldn’t figure it out.
It was none of his business this time, at least until it was ours first.
I pulled Sam onto my lap and held her during the ride.
SAMANTHA
I suppose I should’ve been happy my mother was married.
She looked it. She glowed as she sat at the head table with James and their bridal party, excluding Mason and Logan. The boys sat with me at a table in the back, which also included Mark and Cass, and Taylor. Heather and Channing came for the dinner and were with us as well. James had his two ushers sit in Mason and Logan’s empty chairs.