Mark Bentley checked his watch again as the plane taxied down the runway. Next time, he’d charter a flight. Not that there would be an occasion such as this again. A man hoped he only married once. Mark didn’t plan to take the plunge—ever.
He grabbed his carryon and went to get the rental car. Fifteen minutes later, he was speeding twenty miles over the limit trying to make up time.
He glanced at the dashboard clock when he pulled into the parking lot of the church. He’d done fairly well not getting there too late considering he’d had to fly a thousand miles.
“Mark!” Wes waved from the bottom step of the church.
“Sorry. The flight was delayed.” It had been a few years since they’d seen each other. Wes looked great. Same college boy good looks, blond hair, clean-shaven, he looked like an accountant. Seemed appropriate considering in college he majored in business right along with Mark. The similarities ended there. Wes got a job and started his climb up the corporate ladder whereas Mark, always the risk taker, had launched his own architectural landscape business. “Ashley must be good for you.” Mark slapped him on the back in a friendly guy hug.
Wes laughed. “Very good for me.”
“So you’ve said.” He smiled. “No worries, brother. She’ll never know how much I’ve heard. I can’t wait to meet her.”
“Come on. She’s in the church.”
Mark followed Wes. About twenty people milled about, some gathered near the minister. He glanced around wondering which young woman was the bride. Perhaps he’d entertain himself over the weekend with a bridesmaid. He hadn’t slept with a woman in seven months and his dick was restless. An out-of-town, hotter than hell affair was just the kind of distraction he needed. Something temporary. Wes was getting a bride. Mark just wanted to get laid.
“There she is, with her mother, Jamie.”
“That’s her mother?” Mark raised an eyebrow. Ashley’s mother was hot. However, married chicks didn’t turn him on. Too bad his cock didn’t agree.
Ashley and Jamie approached them. Wes put a hand around Ashley’s waist and made introductions. “This is my future bride and her mother, Jamie.”
Mark leaned in and gave Ashley a kiss on each cheek. “Wes is a lucky man.” He turned to the mother. And so was Ashley’s father. Mark took her hand, finding the skin soft under his fingertips. Instead of a handshake, he took a step closer and placed a kiss on her knuckles. “A pleasure.”
“I told you. Mark’s a charmer.” Wes chuckled.
“Charmed by gorgeous women. I can see where Ashley gets her beauty.” More than beauty, Jamie smelled like a woman. A subtle hint of perfume tickled his nose and her hair made him think of a chilly, fall evening. Smooth and shiny, it reflected the red and gold highlights of late afternoon sun coming through the stained-glass windows.
Their eyes locked when he stepped back. Fire blazed into his crotch. Moss-green edged with copper, her eyes held mystery. Her smile, however, hinted at mischief. He imagined those full pink lips, the color the same as a woman’s inner folds, wrapped around his cock. He nearly groaned aloud. Damn, but it had been too long since lust had punched him in the gut.
