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“Which is?”

  “We go back to bed one more time before you go to your place. Unless, I can come with you and we’ll try out your bed.”

  “Counteroffer: we go back to bed one more time and then we go to my place and test out my bed there.”

  “Damn girl; how’d I get so lucky to find you?”

  “On that note, are you done with your coffee, because I’m pretty sure the bed is calling us,” I tease with a wink.

  He plops his cup on the table and whisks me into the room, kissing me as we go. I’m already feeling breathless, instantly intoxicated by his touch.

  “I want you on top this time Angel. I want to see your tits shake as you ride my cock that’s hard for you. I want to see your face when you call out my name and scream in ecstasy.”

  Good fucking goodness, I am turned on by him. My heart is racing and wetness is seeping down my leg. His hands remove my skirt and he lights up when he sees nothing underneath. His command for me on top is temporarily forgotten, as I lay on the bed and he buries his mouth in my sex again. I am writhing, needed to find release as his tongue again explores my most private parts. Abruptly he stops, grabs me by the hips then rolls me onto him. Now I am straddling him, sitting erect at his groin. He guides his dick into me and I hum with sheer delight. As I ride him, he grabs my breasts, squeezing them, grasping harder the quicker I move. With his size and this position, all my exact spots are hit and I feel the orgasm building. I yell out his name as my muscles contract and convulse.

  “Scream it, Angel. Scream my name, baby.”

  Shattered and exploded, I continue riding him. He still hasn’t come, and I can’t quit yet; not until I give him back what he just gifted to me. I move faster and harder, thrusting him deeper into me.

  “That’s it Angel, I’m almost there. Fuck, I’m coming,” he growls out and arches his back, thrusting so deep into me that I wince, but it’s a good pain.

  He sits up, still inside me and wraps me tight in his arms. His lips are meeting mine, showing his appreciation for what we just shared.

  “Do we have to leave this bed?” he asks with puppy-dog eyes.

  “Afraid so,” I answer regretfully.

  Eventually we separate and get dressed. He calls a taxi so we can go get our cars (well my car and his rental) from the bar. We make it to the bar and reluctantly separate, even though we’ll see each other in just a few minutes.

  As I pull onto my street, I let out a loud string of curses. My mom’s car is sitting in my driveway. Shit, shit, shit. I dig in my purse for my phone, cursing again when I realize the battery is dead. I continue driving past my house then park along the road on the next street. Colt pulls behind me and I see his questioning look as there are no houses around, just a park. I jump out of the car and go back to explain.

  “I have to take a rain check on my place. My mom’s there and my phone is dead so she’s probably freaking out.”

  “Damn. Just meet me back at the hotel when you’re done.”

  I lean over and give him a kiss that turns into a game of tonsil hockey. A car horn beeps and I jump back.

  “See you soon, my angel,” he whispers with a promise in his eyes.

  I go back to my car and circle back to my house.

  My mom is sitting on my porch looking pissed beyond belief.

  “Angel Micaylah Heavens, where the hell have you been?” she yells.

  “I’m twenty-five years old mom. I don’t have to tell you where I am every moment of the day.” My mom and I are actually really close, but I’m still reeling from my disappointment of leaving Colt behind and don’t feel like a lecture.

  “Well your best friend has been trying to call you for hours, in tears and heartbroken because her fiancée she was to marry tomorrow, called off the wedding.”

  Shit, that just put me in my place.

  “What do you mean, Andrew called off the wedding?”

  “He says he found someone else.”

  “That asshole. Where is Darcy?”

  “At her mom’s.”

  “I’m going to jump in the shower and I’ll go right over. My phone is dead. Call her please and tell her I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

  I put my phone on its charger and take a shower in record time. Throwing on a sundress, I gather what I need and run out the door. Darcy’s family lives two streets down. We grew up together and our moms use to push our strollers on walks together. She really is more of a sister and I feel like shit that I wasn’t there for her.

  Two minutes later, I’m pulling into her parent’s driveway and run into the house, not bothering to knock first. Darcy is sitting on the couch, surrounded by crumpled tissues, her face red and blotchy from crying. I go to her and wrap my arms around her.

  “I’m sorry Darcy, mom just told me. What happened?”

  “He… said….he… doesn’t …love…me…and…he…met…someone…else…” she squeaked out between sobs.

  I am filled with anger. Darcy is the best person I know and doesn’t deserve to be hurt like this.

  “And he didn’t think to tell you until the day before your wedding?”

  I’m livid. I have half a mind to go find the jerk and give him a strong kick in the balls. Or better yet castrate him.

  “What am I going to do Ang? Oh, this is so humiliating. How could I be so dumb?”

  “No Darcy, you’re not dumb. He had all of us fooled. If I had even an ounce of suspicion, I would have told you. For what it’s worth, it’s better you found out now, then after the wedding.”

  Her sobs slowly begin to subside.

  “The sad thing is that I can’t even bring myself to hate him. I really do love him and want him to be happy. I just wish he would have broken things off at a much earlier point in our relationship.”

  “I know and I have enough hate for both of us right now. Gosh, I want to hurt him.”

  Darcy cracks a little smile because she has seen the effects of my anger. I can give a tongue lashing that would make someone wish I had just beaten the crap out of them instead.

  “What happens now? I can’t face calling all the guests, the caterers and everyone.”

  “I’ll help you Darc. Anything you need me to do, I’m here for.”

  She starts crying again and leans against my shoulder.

  “You’re the best, Angel.”

  Before we do anything, I go to her parent’s fridge and pull some ice cream from the freezer. I dish out two huge bowls and take them back to the living room. In times of crisis, every girl can face it better after she has some chocolate. I do my best to make Darcy smile, but it’s not an easy task. Not that I blame her; she’s had life changing news. I’ve never been in love, so I can’t imagine what she is feeling right now. All I can do is be there for her.

  The rest of the day is spent calling everyone involved with the wedding, including the three hundred guests, and informing them there will be no wedding. When the night rolls around, we order pizza and watch chick flicks. Darcy is spent emotionally and falls asleep halfway into the second movie.

  I pull my cell phone out and see several missed calls and texts. Oh no! In the midst of Darcy’s drama, I forgot about Colt. I step outside to call him.

  “I thought my angel forgot about me,” he answers lightly.

  “I know and I’m sorry. Today has been a long, hard day,” I sigh.

  “Is everything okay?” he asks, his voice tinged with concern.

  “Remember I was upset and pouting about always being a bridesmaid? Turns out I won’t be a bridesmaid after all.”

  “What happened?”

  “She was jilted. Her fiancé told her he found someone else and called off the wedding.”

  There is no response.

  “Colt, are you still there?”

  “I’m still here; I just don’t know how to tell you this.”

  “Just spit it out. After the day I’ve had I can deal with anything.”

  “Is your friend’s name Darcy?”

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nbsp; “Yes, why?” I ask not tracking.

  “We were going to the same wedding tomorrow.”

  “Fuck,” I mutter as I put the pieces together.

  “Just our luck, right?”

  I don’t know what this means for us. Not that there really is an “us”, but now I don’t think our weekend will go as planned as far as spending time together.

  “This changes things, doesn’t it?”

  “I still want to spend time with you Angel.”

  “I need to be with Darcy right now. I can’t leave her.” I run my hands through my hair in frustration.

  “Go be with her and call me tomorrow. We’ll work something out.” It was an unspoken agreement that the no expectations clause has been tossed out the window.

  “Okay, I’ll call you tomorrow. And if you see the asshole, kick him in the groin for me.”

  “Trust me, I will Angel.” We hang up and I go back inside to see Darcy stirring. Still half asleep, she is mumbling something about never finding love again and I help her to her room and into pajamas. I tuck her into bed and she falls back asleep. I go the guestroom and change into my own pajamas that my mom had brought over earlier.

  I lay in bed thinking about everything. The last twenty-four hour has been a whirlwind and as much as I feel for Darcy, I can’t stop thinking of Colt. Finally, I fall asleep and dream of him and his touch.

  The next morning I wake up early and am surprised when I find a chipper Darcy in the kitchen cooking breakfast. She has done a complete one-eighty since last night.

  “I’m going on my honeymoon,” she announces.

  “Say what?”

  “Why shouldn’t I? I need to get away from here before I suffocate. The trip is already paid for and I want to go. My plane leaves at midnight tonight.”

  I smile.

  “I think that’s a great idea Darcy. You’ll have hot, single men drooling all over you.”

  Speaking of hot, single men, this means I can see Colt tonight. I contemplate telling Darcy, but especially since he is a friend of Andrew’s, I keep it to myself. I’m still not sure if seeing him again is right, but I do know he doesn’t approve of Andrew’s actions, anymore than I do.

  “I’m going to make a phone call. I’ll be right back.” I step outside and dial Colt’s number.

  “I’ll meet your at eleven tonight in your room,” I say before he even finishes hello.

  “Anxious?” he teases.

  “To be honest, yes,” I laugh.

  Sunday drags by. Darcy’s bags have been packed for weeks so there isn’t much to do. I can tell she is really trying to stay positive, but sometimes the sadness creeps into her eyes. This trip is going to be good for her; I just know it.

  We leave at ten for the airport. I see her to the gate and wish her luck, making her promise to call me every day. Then I go back to my car and speed to the hotel.

  Colt is waiting for me in the hotel lobby. We run to each other, and he envelopes me in a big hug. I wrap my legs around him and he carries me to the elevator like that, as we shower each other with kisses. When the doors open at this floor we make our way to his room, with me still wrapped around him. The bed is calling us and this time we are not fucking. I wouldn’t call it making love, but something has changed, and we take out time, drawing out as much pleasure as we can. If Friday night was hot, then tonight is scorching. When we are finally sated, I rest my head against his bare chest.

  “What are we going to do, my angel,” he whispers. “I don’t think I can just walk away from you.”

  “Want me to be completely honest?” I whisper back.

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t think I can either.”

  “So where does that leave us?”

  “Together for tonight. We’ll figure out the rest as we go.”

  Colt pulls me closer, and we stay wrapped together all night; not sleeping, not wanting to lose precious minutes together. The next morning is hell. I don’t want to see him to the airport and watch him walk through the gate. But all good things must come to an end. We lock our arms around each other until security tells him he has to go through now. He puts his Stetson on and gives me a wink before turning. A tear falls as I watch my cowboy walk away, but my heart is smiling because I know this ending is only the beginning of our love story.