The Wedding Affair (The Affair Series Book 2) by Suzanne Halliday

that.
    But his man-whore ways were far in the past and not as fascinating or titillating as imagination would suggest. He could only take so much of the horny females bouncing aggressively on his cock and screaming, “Fuck me good.” Being a sex object wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
    Hindsight—the ultimate twenty-twenty bitch.
    Until last night, he’d been purposely blind to the urgings of his sex drive, but something about the golden beauty struck straight to his heart. To say he was surprised by the strength of the attraction was missing the point. He was drawn to her. The enchanting maid of honor was a magnet in disguise, and despite being powerfully captivated by her sexually, he’d discovered as last evening wore on how much he liked her as a person.
    With each new thought, his cock surged. “Aw, shit. Come on.” He groaned. Things were getting fucking ridiculous, and he’d only known the woman less than twenty-four hours.
    It would be plain-ass stupid to let his rampant desire lead him to take matters into his own hands. Jerking off to salacious thoughts of the golden maiden would create a precedent he worried might consume him completely. A one-sided giving in to the ferocious lust wouldn’t end well for him.
    Still. . .
    Reluctantly reaching for his mind-boggling hard-on, Ryan wrapped one hand around the shaft, avoiding the sensitive crown, and shifted in the wicker chair.
    Dick in hand, head back and eyes closed, he let the memory of last night flood his brain.
    Following the unexpected reveal of his cover boy past and the girl’s swift withdrawal to the committee chamber—otherwise known as the ladies’ room—Kyle had picked him apart with gleeful abandon.
    “Dude, fucking a! I think this is a first for me.”
    If the guy smacked his hand on the table any harder as he laughed out loud, the damn thing was likely to go crashing to the ground.
    “What the hell does that mean?” Ryan grumbled.
    “Fuck me sideways, Ry! This is better than a dozen big screen rom-coms. Your face as you walked up to Sam. . . Wish I had snapped a pic, for real.”
    “Shut up.”
    The shithead continued to howl with amused laughter, and it kind of continued from there. When Andi and Samantha returned, he forgot to breathe as he watched her—from the front view this time—saunter toward them.
    It was her magnificent bare legs that zapped his brain. Her steps were light. She didn’t march or stomp. To him, it almost seemed as if she glided. The short poofy black skirt proved the perfect frosting for the mouth-watering confection those two long, perfectly shaped stems brought to the erotic party in his imagination.
    Another thing the front view showed was an eyeful of bouncing boobs clearly evident beneath the shimmery golden top. Either she wasn’t wearing a bra or she had on one of those window dressing things that pretended to cover and support.
    Reflex made him stand when she came to her chair. His mom would be proud. She startled and looked at him before quickly glancing away. It pissed him off when her reaction showed she wasn’t used to a guy who knew how to be a gentleman. And as far as he was concerned, a woman as fine as Samantha Evers should never be subjected to anything less.
    Pleased when she didn’t move her chair away from his, he took advantage of a group chuckle over something stupid to slyly inch her even closer. She didn’t object.
    The evening flew by. So did a tanker truck of champagne as they continued to celebrate. As Pu Pu platters came and went from their table, they shared stories from their younger days with each pair painting energetic recreations of some truly hilarious shit.
    “How is it that cousins are so close in age and more like brothers?”
    Samantha’s blue-gray eyes were clear and filled with genuine curiosity. He could stare into them all night.
    “Our fathers are twins,” Kyle explained. “Long story short—Ry’s parents were married first, and he has an older