“That was great! Just remember to smile tomorrow, and stop at the end of the aisle for a photo. If there aren’t any further questions, you’re all free to go,” she added with a smile.
I breathed a sigh of relief and only had a few seconds to recover before Jason and the others who’d sat on the pews came out to join the bridal party. He caught me around my waist with his keys in hand.
“Ready? Or did you want to –“
“We can go,” I cut in. I wouldn’t even look at AJ now, feeling the pressing need to distance myself. Being around him had me feeling a little off. I gave Jason an uneasy smile and he didn’t question me.
I climbed into the car when he opened my door and sat in silence as we drove back to the hotel. Luckily, with the radio at a moderate volume, he didn’t pay my lack of conversation too much attention. My mind was reeling. Why didn’t it seem like AJ was mad at me like I thought he’d be? Like my conversations with Terrell and Deanna suggested? Did I misread their signs? Here I was thinking I’d be walking into the lion’s den, and AJ’s behavior and body language was anything but hostile. Dare I say there was a potential for us to actually be okay one day.
Jason and I held hands as we walked to our room and he was still giving off that ‘can I get some?’ vibe, but I wasn’t exactly in the mood – as if I was ever in the mood, though. Let’s just say I wasn’t up for faking it tonight.
“That went pretty smoothly. I don’t think I’ve been in a wedding where we didn’t have to go over everything at least twice.”
My absentminded response tumbled out while I thought. “Yeah, I think that was a first for me too.” I kept an eye on Jason as he removed his shoes, belt, and watch.
He crossed the room and disappeared inside the bathroom. While he was gone, I stepped out of my shorts, placing them over the back of the chair with the matching blazer. As I started unbuttoning my blouse, Jason reemerged and I could feel his eyes on me as I stood there in nothing covering my lower half except for my black panties.
He cursed softly to himself as he gazed at my butt and I subdued an eye roll because I was sure he was watching my reflection in the mirror. Pressing his erection into my backside, I exhaled a sharp breath that he either missed or ignored.
“Why don’t you let me get this?” He said, whispering against my neck after placing a kiss there. I reached behind me and ran my hand across the back of his neck.
“I’m kinda tired, babe. Rain check, though?”
Jason’s kisses persisted and I watched him undo the rest of the buttons on my blouse. “You won’t be tired for long,” was the response that he returned.
Clearly there was no getting out of this.
If I couldn’t stop it, the least I could do was make it quick. “Lemme get the lights,” I offered.
Jason walked over to the bed and practically fell on top of it while pulling his pants down his thighs, kicking them off to the floor. Once it was dark, I unhooked my bra and tossed it. My panties followed.
I crawled up the length of Jason’s body and straddled his waist. He was already panting and groping me as I accepted the sealed condom from his hand. Despite us having been together exclusively for two years, and aside from the fact that I’ve been on birth control since college, condoms were one of my many rules when it came to intimacy. Jason knew them all by heart and never complained openly about having to abide by them…although I was almost positive that he wanted to on occasion.