Elise Knowlton, Julian Flemming and Rick McClane have been inseparable since second grade. Over the years, the trio shared everything. Everything, that is, except what matters most. But now that Elise is marrying Julian, she’s determined to change that.
As the best man and wedding photographer at Elise and Julian’s wedding, Rick is indispensable. But the bride and groom have more than a simple portrait in mind when they invite him to document their wedding night in living color…
Reader Advisory: Contains scenes of male/male sexual interaction.
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Rick glanced away. “Look, Julian, if you don’t mind, I’d really prefer to turn in early. I’m sure you and your lovely wife have better things to do this evening anyway.”
“Actually, that’s what I’m talking about. The wedding night.”
Rick’s ears picked up the tapping of Elise’s heels on the brick surface of the courtyard. The rhythmic sound filtered through the delicate strings of a mellow jazz tune, alerting him she’d begun to move toward them even before his gaze locked on to her again.
It felt as though his senses were attuned to her, as if he’d somehow stumbled into her universal frequency and for a moment they inhabited the same fraction of time and space.
Rick shook his head. His thoughts were getting more absurd by the moment. He had to get out of here.
The other guests had cleared the banquet table, so when Elise approached, she slid into a chair across from him. Darting a glance at Julian, she quirked a questioning eyebrow. “Are we all set?”
“Just about,” Julian answered. “I was getting ready to let him in on the details.”
The tip of Elise’s tongue swept out between her lips. Rick’s cock ached at the sight of the provocative gesture. Clenching his jaw, he forced his libido in check. Hell, she probably had no idea how incredibly sexy she looked, how irresistible. And she definitely had no way of knowing how badly he yearned to touch her, to taste her, to feel her breasts mold against his chest while her legs wrapped around his waist and he plunged into her hot, wet pussy.
A blush worked its way up Elise’s cheekbones, making Rick wonder whether she could read his thoughts. God, he hoped not.
He’d never be able to face either one of his friends ever again if they suspected his cock had been hard as a rock all night for the bride.
“Let me,” Elise said. “Maybe I won’t scare him off.”
Was it his imagination or had her voice quivered slightly when she’d spoken? Whatever she wanted to ask, it was big. Huge even. And clearly, she had no idea how he’d respond.
Ice drenched his veins, though it did nothing to soothe the rampant thrumming in his cock. “What’s up?”
“Julian and I were hoping you could take a few more pictures for us.”
Rick nearly groaned. He’d taken hundreds of snapshots of the happy couple and the rest of the wedding party. Portraits, candid shots, stills, they had every moment documented. What more could they need from him?
“It’s getting late,” he said, gesturing around him at the encroaching shadows. “The candles have almost burnt out and the lighting conditions are pretty abysmal. You won’t get any better shots than what I’ve already taken today.”
“We weren’t thinking of taking any more pictures outdoors.” Julian reached across the table and ran his thumb over the back of his wife’s hand. Elise’s mouth curled up in a soft, sensual smile.
All her smiles were for Julian. They always would be.
“That’s right,” Elise put in. “We were thinking you could take a few pictures in the bridal suite. There’s plenty of light there.”
Rick’s mouth suddenly felt dry. He narrowed his eyes and echoed her words. “The bridal suite?”
Julian clapped him on the back again. This time, the contact caused a trembling edge of awareness to skid down Rick’s skin. His cock hardened beyond the point of pain as the full meaning of his friends’ request sank in, turning an already overwhelming evening completely surreal.
“That’s right, Rick.” A golden glimmer from the votive candle in front of Elise blazed in her dark eyes, revealing the excitement dancing within. “We want you to document our wedding night. Every sweaty, passionate moment of it.”