faded, more cheers erupted, and McKenna stood staring at her future husband. She was grinning from ear to ear, as was Tag.
“So? What’d you think?” Sam called from behind her.
“I think…” McKenna kept her eyes locked with Tag’s. “That you’re gonna do that for me again real soon.”
“Only next time,” Tag added as he leaned in close, “we’ll be alone, and you will ride my cock.”
A flash of heat consumed her as he looked at her mouth before he pulled her in and crushed his lips to hers.
McKenna gave in, as she always did. Only this time, she started counting down the minutes until they could do this again.
Because … damn … that had been the hottest thing she’d seen in her entire life.
“Okay, you two lovebirds,” Sierra said from close by. “Looks like your rendezvous will have to be postponed.”
McKenna pulled her mouth from Tag’s and glanced over at her friend, lifting her eyebrows in question.
“Tomorrow’s your wedding day. And you know the rule. The groom can’t see the bride. So that means we’ll be stayin’ with you tonight. And he”—Sierra glanced over at Tag—“will be stayin’ with the boys.”
The disappointment of not being with Tag tonight was overwhelmed by the anticipation that flooded her.
They were getting married tomorrow.
Holy shit.
They were finally getting married.
Chapter Eight
Saturday afternoon
The wedding
Sierra stood beside Logan, waiting for Tag to make his way up to the altar after walking McKenna’s mother to her seat. The scene before her made her smile. So many people, all gathered together in one place, all patiently waiting for the ceremony to begin.
Surprisingly, Sierra wasn’t nervous, merely eager for them to get on with it. She had spent the morning with McKenna, along with Sam and Mercedes, helping her to get ready, trying to calm her nerves, and ultimately making her laugh. They’d arranged for breakfast to be delivered to the cabin, not wanting to risk Tag seeing McKenna before he was supposed to. It had been a fun, laughter-filled morning, but Sierra was as anxious as Tag and McKenna to get this started.
She was excited for this day, excited for two of her nearest and dearest friends to pledge their love for one another. Today, Sierra was McKenna’s matron of honor, while Logan stood for Tag as his best man. The couple had opted to keep the wedding party small, due to the fact there were so many people close to McKenna, and the woman didn’t seem to know how to pick one person for the high honor without selecting everyone.
So, to make it simple, last night after the striptease, they’d come up with a plan to make it easy. Everyone’s name went into a hat—two separate ones, actually—and McKenna and Tag then drew randomly. Not conventional, maybe, but it had been fun. Probably more so because Sierra’s name had been selected, and she had the honor of standing up for the couple as they stated their vows to one another.
Once Tag made his way to the altar, standing in front of the officiant who’d entered from the side of the beautifully decorated chapel, a silence descended over the group gathered before her. Luckily, they’d had an assigned wedding coordinator who’d handled all of the details, right down to the decorations, as well as the menu, cake, flowers, and music. Sierra merely oversaw it all, ensuring that nothing was missed.
Pretty much, the only thing the rest of them had to do was show up.
Which they’d all done, including Tag’s father and his stepmother.
“Ready?” Logan whispered as he leaned down toward her.
“Absolutely.” Sierra allowed Logan to lead them down the aisle. When they arrived at the altar, she went to the left, Logan to the right.
As Sierra took her place, she heard laughter and turned in time to see Hannah marching down the aisle, grinning from ear to ear as she tossed rose petals onto the floor behind her. She was so animated, making Sierra laugh along with the
“So? What’d you think?” Sam called from behind her.
“I think…” McKenna kept her eyes locked with Tag’s. “That you’re gonna do that for me again real soon.”
“Only next time,” Tag added as he leaned in close, “we’ll be alone, and you will ride my cock.”
A flash of heat consumed her as he looked at her mouth before he pulled her in and crushed his lips to hers.
McKenna gave in, as she always did. Only this time, she started counting down the minutes until they could do this again.
Because … damn … that had been the hottest thing she’d seen in her entire life.
“Okay, you two lovebirds,” Sierra said from close by. “Looks like your rendezvous will have to be postponed.”
McKenna pulled her mouth from Tag’s and glanced over at her friend, lifting her eyebrows in question.
“Tomorrow’s your wedding day. And you know the rule. The groom can’t see the bride. So that means we’ll be stayin’ with you tonight. And he”—Sierra glanced over at Tag—“will be stayin’ with the boys.”
The disappointment of not being with Tag tonight was overwhelmed by the anticipation that flooded her.
They were getting married tomorrow.
Holy shit.
They were finally getting married.
Chapter Eight
Saturday afternoon
The wedding
Sierra stood beside Logan, waiting for Tag to make his way up to the altar after walking McKenna’s mother to her seat. The scene before her made her smile. So many people, all gathered together in one place, all patiently waiting for the ceremony to begin.
Surprisingly, Sierra wasn’t nervous, merely eager for them to get on with it. She had spent the morning with McKenna, along with Sam and Mercedes, helping her to get ready, trying to calm her nerves, and ultimately making her laugh. They’d arranged for breakfast to be delivered to the cabin, not wanting to risk Tag seeing McKenna before he was supposed to. It had been a fun, laughter-filled morning, but Sierra was as anxious as Tag and McKenna to get this started.
She was excited for this day, excited for two of her nearest and dearest friends to pledge their love for one another. Today, Sierra was McKenna’s matron of honor, while Logan stood for Tag as his best man. The couple had opted to keep the wedding party small, due to the fact there were so many people close to McKenna, and the woman didn’t seem to know how to pick one person for the high honor without selecting everyone.
So, to make it simple, last night after the striptease, they’d come up with a plan to make it easy. Everyone’s name went into a hat—two separate ones, actually—and McKenna and Tag then drew randomly. Not conventional, maybe, but it had been fun. Probably more so because Sierra’s name had been selected, and she had the honor of standing up for the couple as they stated their vows to one another.
Once Tag made his way to the altar, standing in front of the officiant who’d entered from the side of the beautifully decorated chapel, a silence descended over the group gathered before her. Luckily, they’d had an assigned wedding coordinator who’d handled all of the details, right down to the decorations, as well as the menu, cake, flowers, and music. Sierra merely oversaw it all, ensuring that nothing was missed.
Pretty much, the only thing the rest of them had to do was show up.
Which they’d all done, including Tag’s father and his stepmother.
“Ready?” Logan whispered as he leaned down toward her.
“Absolutely.” Sierra allowed Logan to lead them down the aisle. When they arrived at the altar, she went to the left, Logan to the right.
As Sierra took her place, she heard laughter and turned in time to see Hannah marching down the aisle, grinning from ear to ear as she tossed rose petals onto the floor behind her. She was so animated, making Sierra laugh along with the
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