Amber blinked back the tears in her eyes as the doors slowly began to open and Blake stood frozen in place. Her tears fell as Blake’s mouth went from a small smile to a full-on grin. Standing proudly on her father’s arm, Marilyn shined like a princess. Amber watched her as they slowly made their way down the aisle. Marilyn couldn’t take her eyes off Blake the entire walk. She finally reached the altar and the music stopped. Marilyn’s hands were shaking as she handed her bouquet to Amber. She released a visible breath and turned to Blake.
“You are so beautiful, I can’t wait,” and he kissed her.
The attendees laughed and clapped and a few of them hooted and hollered. Amber looked across at Gage, who was watching her, but she was unable to read his expression. She tilted her head and smiled, hoping her eyes were telling him all the things that were in her heart.
“Marilyn, do you take Blake to be your husband...” Amber tuned out the sound of the pastor’s voice and watched Blake and Marilyn’s faces. They were so much in love. She couldn’t be happier for her friend. She deserved happiness. Almost every guy Marilyn had fallen for had ended up breaking her heart until she had met Blake. Whom Marilyn swore she was in love with at first sight. But Amber knew they had their ups and downs, too. She knew there was a point in Marilyn’s and Blake’s relationship where Marilyn wasn’t sure if he could or if he would commit to her. And now, here they were.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Blake Bryant? Blake, you may now kiss your bride...again.”
Marilyn let out a yelp and wrapped her arms around Blake’s neck and kissed him fervently. The attendees cheered once again and clapped for the newlyweds.
Later that evening at the reception, Gage came up behind Amber, “Sneak into that back room with me.” He pressed himself in to her backside.
“Right now? We need to watch them have their first dance.”
“No, come on. I promise to be quick,” his chuckle close to her ear made her shiver. He tugged her along, making her follow his lead. He led her to the same room the women had been in earlier. Immediately closing the door, he began nibbling her ear, her neck, trailing down her dress to her open neckline. A minimal amount of her breast peeked out within the neckline and Gage stopped there, nuzzling and sucking. He slipped his finger beneath the sheer fabric and pinched her nipple.
“I love when you don’t wear a bra.”
“I don’t know how you are ever going to get under this dress.”
“As hard as I am right now, nothing is going to stop me, Reina.”
He sat her up against the lone table and stood in front of her. “Unbuckle my belt. Take it out.”
He was breathing hard. “Why are you so worked up? You’ve been in my bed, in my home, for two months already. You’re acting like this is our first time.”
“Watching you walk down that aisle was...eye-opening. I want you; I want you now more than anything in this world. Let me be inside of you.”
Amber scrambled to help him pull up her dress and take off her panties. She spread her legs open wide, “I’m all yours, Gage.”
She had no clue what she was doing to him. He was in love with her. He had fallen hard and fast. This was the only way he knew how to release those feelings. He entered her fully in one deep thrust, taking her by surprise. He pumped into her tightness, not holding anything back. Her fingernails dug into his suit jacket and he continued his pursuit, giving and giving until finally she pulsated around his rigid shaft, pushing him over the edge into blissful agony.
He savored the feel of himself buried deep within her, trying to catch his breath. Since the shooting, he had been sleeping with Amber in her own bed every single night. Where one night, after they had gotten done making love, she whispered to him that she was in love with him. She was such a chicken shit – she thought he was asleep! And she hadn’t told him since.
Watching Marilyn and Blake getting married today sent him into a tailspin. The shit he’d dealt with from Brian and Echo and how they died much too young made him realize how short life could be. He took a good look at how long he had been avoiding relationships because of his ex-wife. Man, he had wasted a lot of time. He had wasted time not finding love, not experiencing happiness with another woman’s soft, supple body in his arms at night. He had been a fool.
Then there was Amber – she called it fate that they had met again and he had given her a bad time about her idiosyncrasies: Horoscopes, Mother Nature, Fate, Karma, and her meditation techniques. Watching her walk down the aisle today in a sea of royal blue squeezed his heart like a vise grip. It had been fate that had brought them back into each other’s orbit after years of being apart. He believed in fate because of her. The jury was still out on how much he believed in the whole Astrology thing, but since it made her happy he was willing to play along.
“I love you, Amber. I love you more than I thought I could ever love someone again. Your persistent-pain-in-the-ass antics did me well. You’ve made me believe that I’m worthy of someone’s love again. I-” he pressed his forehead into hers, “I don’t know what else to say except thank you.”
“Oh Gage, you are welcome. Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for showing me the man I knew you were and for believing in me when I couldn’t believe in myself. You already know I love you, don’t you? I can’t believe you love me. Out of all the women in the world, you love me!”
“Only you, Reina. Only you.”
Next book in the Girls With Guns Series – Pistol Whipped
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The smell of fresh paint immediately hit Logan’s nostrils as he walked into Lolita’s. Gabriella was at it again. What was she painting now? Couldn’t she learn to leave well enough alone? He followed the scent like a dog, to the back room of her store, and found her on her knees, wearing shorts that were too short for work, with her paintbrush in hand, painting yet another oak chair. He walked over to her iPhone and turned down the music.
“Cinderella, how many chairs are you going to keep painting?”
“I needed another chair. Those pink garters I bought a week ago have all sold out already and people are asking for them non-stop.”
“So what does that have to do with another chair?”
“Logan! Duh! The chair they were displayed on clearly wasn’t enough so when my shipment comes in today, I can lay those garters on that chair and once this baby dries, I am going to lay the new matching stockings and panties on this chair.”
Logan ran his hand through his chestnut hair that got lighter every time he was out in the sun. He leaned up against one of her worktables and absent-mindedly began caressing the tiniest pair of panties he’d ever seen that were lying next to him. They were red. His favorite color. They were made out of mesh lining, making the entire front of the panties see through. Also his favorite. No panties at all would be his preference but for whatever reason, ladies seemed to love wearing them, so see-through panties would be the next best thing. Every time he came in here and helped Gabriella, he was astonished how much money people, mostly women, were willing to pay for this crap. The red panties he was currently fingering cost...twenty-eight dollars! They were made of the flimsiest material; he could literally rip them off in one fell swoop.
“Quit touching my panties.”
Logan tensed up at her command. They were technically ‘her’ panties, but they weren’t her panties. At least he didn’t think. He supposed she could be wearing these exact same panties underneath those short shorts of hers. He rubbed his hand over his eyes. Why had he even begun to wonder what little Cinderella was wearing underneath her clothes? They had been friends since second grade and he never once had considered what she might wear down there.
Well, there was that ONE time when they had just graduated high school and he was helping her out of her gown and underneath she had worn this yellow sundress and somehow the zipper had managed to get stuck on the gown...or the gown got stuck in the zipper? Either way, to this day, he still never understood how that co
uld happen. But he was the only one inside her house and he was designated with the task of helping her get the gown unstuck. He had been nervous. He could feel some kind of tension in the room, which was crazy because it was just Gabriella – his nearest and dearest friend since grade school. He managed to unzip her dress and the zipper had gone down low enough that he could see the dimples in her lower back as well as the pale yellow thong she had been wearing.
In a whisper she threatened him, “don’t look at my panties.”
But the way it sounded didn’t sound like a real threat. Her voice was real breathy and quiet. He had managed to get the gown out of the zipper’s teeth and zip her dress back up before he had stormed out of her bedroom. That had been the only time he had ever considered doing anything to Gabriella that had went far beyond friendship.
“I’m kidding, you know that right? Don’t look so serious, Logan.”
He was brought out of his trance by Gabriella’s soft laugh.
“I was just thinking about something else,” he told her truthfully.
“Do you like those panties?” she nodded to the red ones in his hands. “That’s just a sample. Then I can decide if I will order more or not.”
Without thinking he asked, “Who samples them?”
She tilted her head and looked at him like he was an idiot, “Who do you think?”
Visions of Gabriella prancing around in these panties came to mind. He forcefully set them back down on the table and cleared his head.
“So do you need any help then?” he cleared his throat, “with any painting or anything?”
Gabriella laughed, “Come hold this for me, please? What has gotten into you lately? Ever since the trouble with the credit union, you haven’t been acting like yourself. Is it still bothering you? Is there anything you want me to do to help you get through this?”
Again, her and the red panties.
He shook his head. “I’ll be fine. Lucy and I are going out to dinner tonight to that new restaurant by the mall. Have you tried it?”
“No. Ginger and I want to but haven’t found time yet. Are you and Lucy finally an item?” She bent lower, painting along the lower rim of the chair as Logan held the back, tilting it just enough for her to reach. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and she balanced on her paint splattered shoes, deep in thought. She wore her grubby clothes to paint. Her denim cutoffs and a pink vee necked shirt.
“No, we aren’t an item. We are still just seeing each other. We are free to date whomever we want. No strings attached.”
Gabriella rolled her eyes, “Is that what you think she wants?”
“No. She wants to be exclusive but I am just not feeling it yet. Anyway, what about you and what’s his name? Are you guys “together” together?”
“His name is Cody and things are definitely heating up but so far, I’m much too busy for a relationship.”
Logan wasn’t sure what his problem with Gabriella was lately. He’d been around her more than any other female in his entire life aside from his mother. She was his nearest and dearest friend. They had laughed and cried together. Had gone through break-ups together. Had experienced college and everything thereafter together. And here he was unable to stop himself from looking down her V-neck shirt at her voluptuous tits that he had no business looking at. Especially when all she had asked from him – a friend, was a helping hand.
Also by Ashley Bostock
Girls with Guns
Gun Shy
Trigger Happy
Standalone
Bleeding Hearts
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About the Author
Ashley Bostock was born and raised in Colorado where she currently resides with her husband, two children, her dog and two cats. She loves reading, writing, and music and is always trying to find more time in the day to incorporate all three. Seeking an outlet and pursuing her life-long passion for writing, she began composing her first novel in late 2013. She has traveled all over the world, but still has an extensive list of places she would love to visit. Anywhere near a sky-blue ocean will always be at the top of that list. She carries a Bachelor’s Degree in History with a concentration in Elementary Education from Metropolitan State College of Denver. While she loves children, she now fears teaching, which probably has something to do with being a stay-at-home mom. Visit her website and be sure to sign up for her newsletter.
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