Rock Wedding(36)

“Rock it!” Abe pumped his fist in the air as the other band members and guests hollered and clapped.

Sarah’s palms stung, she was clapping so hard; her smile threatened to crack her face. This wedding was unlike any other she’d ever attended, and she loved it. When Fox’s love song ended to be immediately followed by a classic rock song by a husky-voiced female singer, the couple waved the wedding party over.

Sarah wasn’t usually comfortable under any kind of spotlight, but today she didn’t hesitate; she went with Abe and they danced. She didn’t even try to fight the sheer joy she got being in Abe’s arms, his body moving against hers.

There’d be plenty of time for that later.

The speeches that followed the first round of dancing were short and funny and wicked.

Noah told a story about finding the newlyweds lip-locked in Fox’s Lamborghini that had everyone laughing as Molly blushed and Fox kissed her cheek, his arm hooked around her neck. Then it was Charlotte’s turn: the petite blonde’s words were sweet and so emotional that they had everyone blinking back tears. Molly rose to hug her best friend, the love that existed between these two sisters of the heart out there for the world to see.

Vicente was the last to speak, his speech that of a proud father on his daughter’s wedding day and his hand resting on Molly’s shoulder. He also made it a point to say how proud he was of Fox too, how much it meant to him to be at the wedding of the “honorable, strong, and talented” man he’d watched grow to adulthood beside his own son.

Fox exchanged a powerful hug with the older man afterward, his eyes raw.

Then the music started up again and everyone was invited to party.

It was the least elegant and most fun wedding reception Sarah had ever attended, and that included her own. She ended up kicking off her heels partway through, dancing until her breath was ragged and her blood pumping. Those dances were almost always with Abe. The only other men to whom he’d relinquish her were Noah, David, Fox, or Vicente, and David’s younger brothers.

It was scary how much she didn’t mind his possessiveness. Fantasy, she reminded herself. It’s just a few hours of fantasy.

When she ended up with Noah just as the pulsing beat segued into a slower song, she didn’t know quite what to say or where to look, but the blond guitarist didn’t push her on the topic of her and Abe.

He just said, “It’s good to see you again, Sarah. Give Abe hell, eh?”

The comment startled her into a smile. “Will do,” she said, and it wasn’t until thirty seconds later that she realized the import of Noah’s words and her response: he’d assumed she and Abe had a thing going, and caught in the fantasy, she hadn’t exactly denied it.

Careful, Sarah, she warned herself, but when Abe came to reclaim her, she didn’t resist. Nothing could happen here with so many people around them. His heart beat steady and deep beneath her ear, his body so warm and strong.

Always, she’d felt safe in Abe’s arms.

She’d never slept well when he was on tour, had counted off the days and hours until he’d be home again… until he’d hold her again as he was doing tonight.

The party went from afternoon to night, as befit a hard rock wedding. Sometime after true dark, Abe bent his head to her ear and whispered, “Put your shoes back on,” in a tone that made her skin go hot, her breasts seeming to swell beneath her dress. She knew she should end this here and now, but oh, how she’d missed him.

Just one night.

She found her shoes, slipped her feet into them, and didn’t resist when Abe took her hand and led her out of the pavilion, his goal the black SUV parked a short distance away. “My car.” She tugged at his hand to pull him back. “I don’t want to leave it here.” Where it’d be discovered the next morning, this fantasy night laid bare to the world.

Eyes hot, Abe kissed her wet and deep as his demanding cock pushed into her belly. “We’ll come back for it,” he promised. “After.”

Sarah’s panties were so wet by then that she didn’t argue or resist when he tugged her toward his SUV once again. They drove to his place in molten silence. In LA terms, it wasn’t too far from Fox and Molly’s home, but it was far enough that it felt as if her body would burn up if she didn’t have Abe’s naked flesh against hers, in her, then and there.

Whimpering when he screeched to a stop in his garage, she drank in his harshly spoken, “Sarah,” and got her seat belt off just in time.

He came around to her side of the SUV as the garage door closed, hauled her out. Pressing her up against the side of the vehicle, he kissed her with such raw passion that she felt branded. Owned. She bit his lip, shoved at his suit jacket. Shrugging it off, he ripped off his tie while she frantically unbuttoned his shirt.