Desiree Holt

Once Upon a Wedding

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“Well, Rainie, you’ve done it this time.”

Rainie McIntyre sat on the beach where she’d been for the last two hours, arms resting on her bent knees, talking to herself and getting no answers. Was there another woman on the planet four weeks away from her wedding who was out looking for a man to fuck her for the weekend?

And Stuart. Was that shock or disgust in her fiancé’s eyes when she told him what she needed—one weekend of wild sex before they settled down?

“Everyone’s sown their wild oats but me,” she told him. “I love you, Stuart, but I’ve got to get this out of my system.”

She didn’t want to lie to him. That lie would always be between them. And because he loved her, he’d let her go. She wondered where he was right now. What he was thinking.

The sun dipping down toward the waters of the Gulf of Mexico cast everything in shades of rose and gold. Way out against the horizon a cabin cruiser chugged through the water. The late afternoon stragglers were gathering their belongings, and the outdoor bar of the hotel was preparing for the next onslaught. Music began to fill the air through the outdoor speakers.

“You look like you’re in very serious thought.”

The deep voice startled her out of her reverie. She looked up…and up…and up. When she reached the top, her jaw dropped.

“What…?”

“What’s a nice guy like me doing in a place like this?” He gave her a lopsided grin. “Trying to find some answers. And you?”

Rainie just stared, speechless.

The man was a one-eighty from the starched and pressed men she was used to, including her fiancé. He was at least six foot four, with a thick, tawny mane of sun-streaked hair framing a tanned face full of planes and angles. His casually unbuttoned shirt revealed a broad expanse of chest with a soft mat of darker hair. Amber eyes flecked with gold looked down at her from under thick lashes. Long, tanned, muscular legs stretched out from well-worn denim cutoffs and ended at feet shoved into disreputable deck shoes. Behind the zipper of his cutoffs a well-defined bulge made her mouth water. A lion! That’s all she could think of. A lion had come to life in human form.

Rainie couldn’t stop staring.

Note: This books has previously been published elsewhere.

Book Info

Contemporary
Short Story
Desiree Holt
November 27, 2016

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