Chapter 120

The One Where They Wed

NATE

I thrust harder, gripping Arielle’s hips beneath all the material of her dress. She lifts her head in a moan, meeting my eyes in the reflection of the mirror with a smirk.

She’s already cum on my cock, but she does again and with another six pumps of my hips into hers, I tighten my hold on her hips and still as my orgasm hits me like a freight train.

We both laugh, beginning to clean ourselves up to look presentable. “We have to hurry,” Arielle reminds me, “or we’ll be late for the ceremony.”

“You reckon we should’ve waited until the reception?”

We could’ve. Should’ve. But we didn’t.

It was Arielle that started it again. She’s the one who—out of nowhere—grabbed my hand, yanked me into the single bathroom, locked the door, and then led my fingers to the heaven that resides between her thighs.

She chuckles, fixing her knickers beneath the skirt of her dress. With a shrug, she admits, “I saw you in a suit, I couldn’t help myself. I don’t get to see it often, but when I do, I drool—and not from my mouth.”

I’m amused by her confession. It’s an interesting choice of words.

I fix the hem of my dress shirt, tucking it into my pants. By the time I’ve got my zip up and the button done, Arielle is reapplying her lipstick in the mirror.

It makes me want to kiss it clean off her still-swollen mouth.

I quickly wash and dry my hands and then approach her from behind, my hands finding the soft curves of her hips. With her hair styled to the one side, I fix a strand that’s fallen out of place and then press my mouth to the bare skin of her shoulder.

When she’s done applying her makeup, she washes her hands—all while my mouth explores the satiny skin of her neck—and then moves to dry her hands. Spinning to face me, she closes the distance that separates us and then lifts her hands to fix my bow tie.

Stepping out of the bathroom, we do so as discreetly as possible. It’s not that we care if we’re caught fucking at our best friends’ wedding—we really don’t give a shit—but we don’t want to make any sort of scene during someone else’s big day.

It would bother me if we happened to upset someone more sensitive to the idea of fucking in a bathroom at a wedding and they took that negative vibe out to the reception. If they gave Zara and Chase shit for their trashy friends, I don’t think they’d care, but I don’t want to do that either.

Granted, we could’ve just not fucked in the bathroom, but rearview knowledge is too late at this point.

Arielle takes one step in front of me before I realize that her skirt is a bit off, so I bend to fix it as best as I’m able to. I then move to walk beside her, and we intertwine our fingers as we head back to the ceremony space nonchalantly.

Stepping into the room where the rest of the wedding party is—sans Zara and her bridesmaids—everyone seems to be distracted by conversation. In fact, I’m not sure if anyone initially notices our entry into the room.

That is, until Chase yells out Arielle’s name, “Where the fuck have you been?”

I open my mouth to make an excuse, when Arielle beats me to the punch, “Fucking in the washroom.”

“Of course you were,” Chase responds, not even blinking at her admission.

I mean, nobody here should be surprised. It would be out of character if we didn’t fuck at our best friends’ wedding. People would start to wonder if we’re having difficulties in our relationship if that happened.

“You’re late,” Chase points out. “Was it good at least?”

“Do you need to ask?” Arielle challenges.

I fight the smile, licking my lips as I chuckle.

“D’you need pointers for tonight, mate?” I tease, a smirk tugging at my mouth.

Chase laughs, “I’m good, bro. Pretty sure Zara will be so fuckin’ tired that she’ll knock out when we get home.”

We all laugh, aware of the fact that he’s likely right. With her being super pregnant, she’s probably already fatigued. Never mind the fact that she has to be on her feet all day.

Considering there’s an uneven amount of bridesmaids versus grooms(wo)men, Zara decided that Arielle and I would walk together when exiting. So, when the ceremony is over, it’ll be—Chase and Zara, Arielle and I, James and Zara’s older sister, Chase’s cousin and Zara’s younger sister, and finally, Jin and Nadia.

I haven’t met much of Zara’s sisters, but I honestly think that’s the way they want it. They’re quite a bit older and younger than us and they seem to be a bit more conservative than our crowd. In fact, our crowd seems like a wild pack of wolves in comparison.

Which makes me all that more curious how Chase is in social settings with Zara’s family. He’s outspoken, outgoing, and he really doesn’t have much of a filter.

Chase’s cousin—Matt, is his name, I believe—only flew in this morning. Apparently, he’s moved over to Australia for university or something and that’s why he wasn’t able to attend the jack and jill. He seems like an interesting guy, and he might’ve fit in quite well with us, but he doesn’t seem too bothered by what he missed.

Arielle has introduced me to a large mass of Chase’s family. It appears as though they consider Arielle like family, which is wonderful to see, especially when you think about who she grew up around. I couldn’t possibly recall everyone she’s listed or their names, but I can pick his mum and dad out of the crowd.

The few of Chase’s family that I’ve met before the ceremony are strikingly similar to Chase—they’re loud, outgoing, and have little to no filter. At least I know he comes by it honestly. Apparently, it runs in the family.

Which pretty well makes me love the guy more. Him and his odd little quirks.

By the time I’m done zoning out, Chase is already standing at the altar, beside the officiant, looking nervous as fuck. He’s fidgeting with the cuffs on his dress shirt, clearly doing his best to control his breathing.