by Jen Andrews
A sleepy Andy was a very sexy Andy.
“It’s time for you to get up.” I shifted my hand down lower, wrapping it around him. “I see you’re already up though.”
I pressed my body against his. Never one to turn me away, he reached around behind him and found me with his fingers. While he slid his fingers in and out of me, I slowly glided my hand along his length while I kissed his muscular, tattooed back.
He shifted away, rolling to his back, so I climbed on top of him and guided him inside me. I rested my hands on his tattooed chest, moving slowly up and down on him, as his hands gripped my hips.
“You feel so good, Zoey,” he groaned as he pulled me down to lie flat on his chest.
He wrapped his arms around me tight as he continued to thrust into me. I would never have enough of this man. Neither one of us bothered with pajamas anymore. We would wake up during the night to make love and our clothes just got in the way. I literally could not be in the same bed with him and not touch him.
I had no self-control, but neither did he. Gripping my hips, he pulled me harder and faster to meet his thrusts. The heat low in my belly began to travel lower until I was gasping, constricting around him in the throes of orgasm.
He slowed his thrusting, but not the intensity of them. Slow and hard, he groaned with the start of his own release as I came. He continued to push into me until his body trembled, emptying himself completely inside me.
Not five minutes later, my phone rang. I rolled off Andy and whispered a satisfied hello into the receiver.
“Zoey, it’s Jess. We have a big problem!”
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I asked, worried.
“Heather is totally fine, but she went in to labor and Jason obviously can’t be in the wedding now.”
My sister-in-law went into labor two weeks early. “Jess, what do you want to do?” I asked. “If you’re worried about an odd number of people in the bridal party, I can step back and not be in it. I’ll do anything you want. Just ask.”
She sighed loudly. “Z, you’re my best friend. You have to be in my wedding. We need another groomsman. Do you think Andy would do it? He’s been a good friend to Noah.”
I asked Jess to hold on a minute while I spoke to Andy. “Heather went in to labor. Can you fill Jason’s shoes as a groomsman?”
“Of course,” he said. “What about the tux?”
“Jess, he’ll do it. What do we do about the tux? He and Jason are similar in size, so it might work, but with the difference in height, maybe not.”
“I’ve talked to the tailor already, and she can alter it if he gets to her store within the hour,” she replied, relieved.
“We’re on our way,” I said and hung up.
We hopped out of bed, quickly dressed and rushed to the tuxedo store. “Do I get to walk down the aisle with you, Zoey?” Andy asked as I drove my Audi down the freeway like a bat out of hell.
“Yes, actually you do. We walk down separately, but after the wedding we meet up and walk back down the aisle together.”
I peeked over at Andy to gauge his expression.
He grinned back over at me. “Good, it will be the best part of the day for me.”
God, my man was adorable when he wasn’t being so sexy.
While the tailor was taking Andy’s measurements, I walked outside and called my brother. “Hi, Jay. How’s Heather doing? Is she feeling okay?” I heard her in the background talking to someone, which eased my mind.
“She’s doing great, Zoey. The baby is being monitored, and everything is progressing the way it’s supposed to. She’s just going to be early.”
She? “You’re having a girl?” I squealed. “Finally, another girl in the family.”
Jason chuckled at my exuberance. “Yeah, sis, we’re having a girl this time. It’s going to be awesome. I can’t wait to meet her.”
My eyes became a little teary at his sentiment toward his daughter. Eeesh, the day was going to be full of emotions. I was tearing up at my brother talking about his unborn daughter, and my best friend was getting married to my other brother. Today is going to be a great day. I was ecstatic for my brother and Heather. They both wanted a girl, and they were going to have one.
“Jay, don’t worry about the wedding. We have everything covered. All you need to do is take care of your wife and baby girl. Let us know when she gets here. Love you, Bro.”
“Love you too, Z. I’ll call you as soon as I can. Have a great time at the wedding and make sure nobody worries about us. Heather’s family is here if we need anything, so everything is alright.”
We ended our call and I went back inside the tux shop. The tailor was a freaking miracle worker. I came back in just as she finished letting down the hem of Andy’s pants.
“Wow,” I said when I saw him all dressed up.
He smiled at me and straightened his bowtie.
The tailor stood up and gave Andy a once over. “Alright, Mr. Tate, off with your pants so I can hem them up for you, and you can be on your way.”
I raised my eyebrow at Andy as he dropped his pants for her without even a hint of embarrassment. He stepped out of them and handed them to her then took off the rest of the tux and hung it in the garment bag.
He redressed in his shorts, T-shirt, and leather flip-flops. “I’ll need thirty minutes to get these done,” the tailor said.
“We’ll be back in a bit, then,” I said.
We went next door to the donut shop, where Andy and I sat down together and downed two dozen glazed donut holes and coffee, while we waited for his pants to be finished.
I sent Jess a text, letting her know we were going home to take showers, and then I would meet her at the salon to get my hair and makeup done with her and the rest of the girls.
“I think I might shave, Zoey,” Andy said unexpectedly. “What do you think?” He ran his palms over his jaw. He had let his stubble grow out a bit more, so it was a little longer than usual.
“Why?” I shook my head quickly. I didn’t want him to shave. I loved that gorgeous, unshaved face of his more than anything. I loved the way it felt as it grazed over my body when we made love.
“What’s going through that head of yours right now, Beautiful?” Andy questioned with a devious grin on his face. “You’re thinking pervy thoughts about me, aren’t you? I can tell.”
Damn that man. He always knew when I was thinking about the amazing things we did to each other in bed.
No way in hell was I going to admit what I was thinking, so I simply said, “I love your face exactly the way it is, Andy. However, I’m not going to tell you what you can and cannot do with your body, so…it’s your decision.” I laughed to hide my embarrassment.
“Uh huh, sure,” he said, dragging out the last word. I wadded up my napkin and chucked it at him, but he caught it and threw it back at me, hitting me on the boob.
“Ha, boob shot! I win,” he said triumphantly.
“You better watch it, Tate,” I warned. “You might not get to see them later if you don’t stop gloating.”
He raised his hands in surrender. “Not gloating again, I swear. Even though I know you’ll let me see them anyway.”
Andy quickly stood up from the table before I could retaliate. He tossed all of our trash onto the tray then dumped it in the trashcan.
After we made it back to my apartment, we hopped in the shower together, making sure to hurry since I had a couple of hours of hair and makeup ahead of me. Andy didn’t fail to tell me it took less than an hour before I was flashing him my boobs.
He was being a smartass, but he was in such a good mood I just went along with whatever he said and teased him right back. It was the story of our relationship; playful, goofy, lots of hot and romantic sex, and we loved each other unconditionally.
Since I was helping Jess and the other girls with whatever they needed, we had to get a move on. We were running just a bit late. I gathered up my bridesmaid dress, which was an elegant, above the knee, black dr
ess. The wedding was going to be very stylish. There would be no tacky sea-foam green anywhere.
Jess picked out the color for the dresses, but she let us pick the cut and style that best suited our bodies. I took her with me when I shopped for my dress, and she watched as I tried on several. We both loved the dress I bought the second I put it on.
We hopped in my Audi, and Andy drove me to the salon to meet the rest of the bridal party. He kissed me goodbye then drove over to Noah’s place to get ready with him and the other groomsmen. I was the last to arrive at the salon. Fortunately, everything was running smoothly, so I was able to get my hair and makeup done on time.
“Zoey, thank you so much for helping out this morning,” Jess said. “I don’t know what I’d do without you and Andy.”
I smiled at her as the stylist fastened her veil to her hair. “You’re welcome, Jess. We’d do anything for you,” I said honestly. “Wow, you look exquisite. My brother is one lucky guy.” My eyes started tearing up again because I was so happy for my brother and my best friend.
“Don’t you dare cry, Zoey Lynn James,” Jess growled at me.
“Sorry, I’m truly happy for you and Noah,” I sighed. “I’m glad your day is finally here. The wedding is going to be perfect, and we’ll have a new niece sometime today too.”
Jess’s eyes lit up. “They’re having a girl?”
I nodded excitedly, a huge grin on my face. “Yep, Jay told me when I talked to him earlier. They’re thrilled.”
We packed up our belongings then headed to the church in the limo to get dressed and wait for the wedding to start.
Once we arrived, we gathered in a large room at the back of the church to finish getting ready. I helped Jess into her gorgeous wedding gown. We still had a while to wait before the ceremony started, when someone knocked on the dressing room door.
Sasha opened the door and spoke to whoever was on the other side. “We’re all decent. Come on in,” she joked, laughing.
My man came through the door, holding a tiny gift bag in his hand. He looked around at all the girls. “All of you look lovely,” he said before turning back to Jess. “I brought a gift from Noah for you, Jess.”
Andy stepped over to her and handed her the bag. He hadn’t shaved, but it did look like he took some clippers and trimmed his facial hair.
“Thank you, Andy, for bringing this to me,” Jess said to him. He gave her a kiss on the cheek then turned to duck out of the room. He winked at me as he left.
“Oh my gosh, who was that?” Jess’s cousin, Kristen, asked. She was obnoxious, but Jess’s mom gave her a major guilt trip to put Kristen in the wedding. “I’ll be taking him to the backroom later, bitches. Just wait and see. You know what they say about the bridesmaids and groomsmen hooking up.”
Wow, really? Jess and Sasha’s jaws dropped as they stared over at me to see my reaction. They probably thought another bitch-slap was coming.
“Yeah, good luck with that guy, Kristen,” I said sarcastically.
“What, Zoey, you think you’ve got a chance with someone like him?”
Actually, yes, I do. I have a good chance with him and a perfect life with him.
Tears pricked my eyes for the third time that day. What the hell has gotten in to me? Not wanting to be the cause of any drama on Jess’s day, I dropped it.
Jess opened her gift from Noah. I clasped the sparkling, diamond bracelet around her wrist for her. There was another knock at the door about fifteen minutes later. It was Jess’s dad.
“Jessie, it’s time,” he announced, beaming down at his daughter in her wedding dress with tears in his eyes. They had a father-daughter moment, while the rest of us gathered up our bouquets and lined up at the door.
Sasha and I were going out first, so we hugged Jess and made our way up the aisle to our pre-assigned places. I walked slowly holding my flower bouquet, and made sure I remembered to smile like I was expected to.
As soon as I saw Andy, I became a little teary again. He looked so handsome standing in line with my brothers and Noah’s friend, Tyler, who was the best man. I was finally close enough to the front of the aisle so he could see me. He watched me with the biggest smile on his face.
I grinned back at him as I took my place on the bride’s side of the church and waited for the rest of the girls and Jess. Once all the girls were lined up in their spots, the bridal march started, and Jess walked down the aisle with her dad.
All eyes in the room were on them, but mine. They were on Andy, and he would not take his eyes off me. He mouthed, “I love you” to me, making me blush.
Sasha poked me in the ribs to make me pay attention to the bride like I was supposed to. She bent her body sideways toward me and whispered, “Z, you’re going to be next. Mark my words.” She had her usual shit-eating grin on her face as Jess made her way up to where Noah stood waiting for her.
The wedding party turned to face the pastor after Jess’s dad handed her over to my brother. Several minutes later, Jess and Noah said their vows to one another, and they were married. Once they were pronounced man and wife, they had the most romantic wedding kiss I’d ever seen.
It was so romantic, everyone in the entire church started clapping for them. They walked arm in arm down the aisle of the church, then the rest of the wedding party made their way behind them.
When Andy and I met to walk out together, he held my face in his hands and planted a sweet kiss right on my lips. “You look beautiful,” he whispered. He linked my arm under his and we walked out behind the rest of the bridal party.
We even earned a few cheers when we walked by my family.
The wedding party met in a huge room at the back of the church, where we hugged Jess and Noah and congratulated them. While Sasha and I struggled to tie up the train of Jess’s wedding dress, I noticed Kristen make her way over to where Andy and Jeremy were talking. She introduced herself to both men.
We watched as she ran her hand down Andy’s arm. He backed away from her a step and folded his arms across his chest, blatantly snubbing her.
Jess looked over at me. “Zoey, feel free to go slap the shit out of her, then let’s get to the reception. I’m ready to par-tay!”
“Thanks,” I smiled and walked toward Andy.
He saw me coming and excused himself from the conversation with Kristen, who turned around to see where he was going. Andy walked right up to me and stopped.
“I know I already told you, but you look so beautiful, Zoey,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up off the floor.
It was probably childish of me, but I fought my own demons very hard for that man, and I was not taking any shit from anyone. I wrapped my arms around his neck and laid the most impressive kiss on him I could.
Our lips parted and I dipped my tongue inside his mouth to meet his. I pulled away with a little moan emanating from my throat as he set me back on the floor.
“We’re ready. Let’s get out of here and to the reception!” Jess hollered as I gently wiped my lipstick from Andy’s lips.
Andy kissed me on the cheek. “I don’t know what that kiss was all about, but you can do it again, anytime.” I just smiled up at him and linked my arm through his to leave for the reception.
On our way past Kristen, I glanced over at her and she had her mouth hanging open, glaring at me.
“Guess you better try another groomsman, Kristen.” I smiled sweetly, just to be a smartass. “This one is mine.”
After I walked a few steps, another thought popped into my head. I stopped and let go of Andy then turned back to Kristen.
“I take that back,” I stated. “Since two of the other groomsmen are my brothers, I suggest you stay the fuck away from them too.”
Not waiting to see her expression, I turned on my heel and went back to my man.
We hopped into my car to make our way to the reception venue. “What was that all about, Zoey?” Andy asked curiously. I explained to him what Kristen said earlier about me not having a c
hance with “someone like that.”
“Why would she even say that? I’m just a dirty, greasy mechanic,” he said, a hint of disgust in his tone.
I was floored. “Andy, why would you even think that? You are attractive, hardworking, and never greasy or dirty for that matter. Did I mention you are the sweetest, kindest, and most loving person I know?”
He took my hand in his and kissed the back of it. “Thank you. I guess being told I was pretty much worthless for two years by my ex-wife’s family kind of stuck with me.”
Are you fucking kidding me?
“They sound like a bunch of arrogant assholes.” Why would anyone even say that to him? We never really talked about his ex before, but I was very curious about her and why she left the way she did. I guess this explains it.
“Why would they think you’re worthless?”
He sighed. “They’re very wealthy, Zoey. They thought I was after their money or something. They hated the fact their daughter wanted to be with someone who worked under the hood of a car for a living. They never even tried to get to know me or find out anything about me.” He smirked and shook his head.
Why were some wealthy people such jerks? It was as if having lots of money made them better than someone with no money.
Noticing the indignant expression on his face, I reached over and rubbed his arm. “All I can say is their loss is my gain, Andy. I don’t know where I would be if you hadn’t come in to my life.” I was getting a little teary again. He was my rock and my reason for everything.
He noticed I was upset, so he pulled into the closest parking lot and stopped the car. He put the Audi in park and unbuckled his seatbelt, then reached across and unbuckled mine too.
Andy embraced me tightly over the top of the console. He had a rather intense expression on his face. “I love you more than anything. You are the great love of my life, and you always will be. I don’t ever want to be away from you…I have a quest—”
Overcome by the sweet words spilling from his lips, I didn’t let him finish his sentence. I pulled away just enough to kiss him hard. “It’s a good thing we’ll never need to worry about that. I’ll always be yours,” I said, slipping back onto my seat.