Billionaire Bachelors Club 3.5 : Intoxicated(4)

But we all know it's me. After all, I was the last bachelor standing. Those two fell for their respective women like a house of cards. I just lucked out that their relationships happened before mine.

"No shit. This throws off the wedding though. Marina almost lost it when I told her." Gage is still watching me closely, and I almost want to squirm. I feel like I've done something wrong.

"Yeah, I bet." I wouldn't want to be in this guy's shoes right now. Despite how ready I am to make the permanent move with Bryn, I know that for us, we don't want a big elaborate wedding like Gage and Marina are having. Her giant Italian family, which must make up half of the Napa Valley, is part of the problem. I don't have a big family and neither does Bryn. We could run away to Vegas and get married without offending a soul.

Well, maybe her grandma would get mad. She might sick her mean rooster on me. She's a woman I don't necessarily want to mess with. But I'm willing to take the chance.

"Want to step in and be my best man?" Gage asks suddenly.

I glance up and see that my friend is dead serious. "Of course," I say automatically. I was never offended that Gage chose Archer over me. They've known each other longer so it made sense. "I'd be honored, man." And I meant it.

"Great. Okay." Gage nodded, smoothing a hand along his jaw, a contemplative look on his face. "You paid attention at the rehearsal last night? I don't need to tell you what to do as best man, do I?"

"I think I can handle it," I drawl, laying the sarcasm on thick. "What do I need to do? Hand over the ring? That's about it."

"You're going to need to give a speech at the reception," Gage points out.

Ah, shit. I'm not big on giving speeches, but I hold my own when I have to. "No problem."

"Marina's going to ask Bryn to be her maid of honor."

"So we'll be a matched set."

"Yep." Gage nods. "You cool with this, bro? We're having to change it all up at the last minute, and it's not like you two are second choice but . . ."

"We're second choice," I finish for him. "And I'm not offended. I'm sure Bryn won't be either."

My cell dings at that very moment punctuating my sentence, and I pull it out to see it's a text from Bryn.

Maid of honor now. Are you the best man?

Smiling, I type her a response.

You know it.

Nervous?

Not with you by my side, I answer.

And that's the truth.

Chapter Two



Bryn

I'VE SEEN MATT in jeans and a T-shirt, a suit, shirtless in a pair of sweats, and I've seen him naked. A lot.

But I have never seen him in a tux before, and oh my God, he's gorgeous. He only wore a suit to Ivy and Archer's wedding, so I didn't get to see him in his full tux glory. And he is just flat out glorious.

My heart is tripping over itself as I make my way toward him. I struggle to keep the giddy smile off my face, but it's no use. I'm full-on grinning by the time we reach each other.

"You're beautiful," he says before I can even get a word out. His eyes practically smolder as he drinks me in.

My cheeks heat up. It's so ridiculous, but I'm still not used to Matt's praise; that a man like him would be interested in a woman like me. Silly but true.

"You look amazing." I barely get the words out before Matt's dipping his head, his mouth brushing against mine. We're in a small building on the property that Matt's assigned as wedding headquarters for the day. This is the first wedding we've held at the winery, and I told Matt if it's a huge success, we should consider putting together some advertising and marketing plans so we can rent the winery out to the public for events. Aside from this wedding and happenings for the winery, so far, we've only put together small parties for people we know.




 

 

He said he wasn't sure he's ready to go big, but I'm excited at the thought. I could become a wedding planner. I love putting together events, and I'm always doing that sort of thing for the Matt's winery business anyway, trying to draw attention to the DeLuca Vineyard.

"You're pretty damn amazing yourself," he says once we break apart. He grabs hold of my hand and gives it a squeeze. "Love that dress on you."

I glance down. The dress is pale yellow and strapless, with a snug bodice and a flowing skirt that hits me just above the knee. I love it. "I like it too which surprises me. I'm not a fan of yellow."

"I'm a fan of anything on you." Matt tugs me close and drops another kiss on my lips, but I put my free hand on his chest, giving him a little push.

"Stop," I say without much force-like I'd deny this man anything, especially affection. I love it when he kisses me. Touches me. I'd pretty much let him do whatever he wants to me.