Page 96 of Trust Me
“I can do that, don’t you worry.” She smiles, kissing me on the cheek before turning and making her way to her seat.
I make my way back to the altar, standing with the guys as the procession music begins to play. The bridesmaids make their way down the aisle, but all I register is a blur of blue because my eyes are on Jasmine.
I only avert my gaze once Stephanie starts to walk down the aisle, her tight lace gown trailing over the sand as she does. Brooks doesn’t hide his emotion, tears leaking down his cheeks as he takes in his soon-to-be wife.
I imagine Jasmine walking toward me in a white dress and I nearly get choked up at the image.
The ceremony is beautiful, my best friend professing his love as he marries the girl who caught his heart when he was sixteen, and it makes me happy for him. After they say I do, we follow the couple to the tented area farther down the beach where the reception is.
I walk hand in hand with Jasmine, both of us silent as we take our seats with our name cards on a table near the front. Brooks and Stephanie are sitting at the front, allowing their bridal party to sit with their loved ones rather than separated at the front.
There are lights strung above us, wooden wicker chairs with white tulle, tables covered in white and filled with various floral arrangements in the middle. In the middle of the sand is a makeshift dance floor and DJ setup. Like I said before, Brooks spared no expense and went all-out.
Jasmine and I chat with the people at my table, two of my old teammates and their wives, while dinner is served. I already talked to the chef earlier, ensuring there is nothing egg-related being served or near the dishes they made.
After various speeches and dessert, the dance floor is opened up to the newlyweds. We stand to watch them dance, a tear slipping down Jasmine’s cheek as we do. I pull her in front of me, wrapping my arms across her chest as she leans into me.
“This will be us someday, dolcezza,” I whisper against her ear.
She cranes her neck to look at me, her mocha eyes filled with love. “It will.”
I press my lips to hers in a sweet, gentle kiss. It’s loving and slow, not rushed and crazed.
The DJ announces that the floor is now open and switches the melody from a classical tune to a more upbeat one, encouraging everyone to join them on the dance floor.
Jasmine grabs my hand, pulling me toward the makeshift dance floor, when I halt my footing, staying exactly where I am.
“I don’t dance, Jasmine.”
“That’s okay.” A defender who was new to the team my last year playing with them, Wyatt, steps in. “I can take her out there if you don’t want to.”
Jasmine’s lips fold together, seeming uncomfortable at the intrusion.
I guide her body back into my side, placing a possessive arm around the small of her back. “No, thank you, I got her.”
Wyatt throws his hands up, taking a step back. “I meant no disrespect. Dancing is just dancing and your girl wanted to do that.”
“And a punch to the face is just a punch to the face, isn’t it?” I scowl, not caring that I’m overreacting a tad.
“Thanks for the offer, but if I’m not dancing with Elio, then I don’t want to dance at all,” Jasmine says, placing her small palm on my chest.
“No worries, have a good night,” he says, walking away to join the rest of the group on the dance floor.
Jasmine spins in my arms, pouting as she peers up at me. “You really won’t dance with me?”
A grin creeps up my lips, hitching them up to the side. “I was messing with you, dolcezza. I dance. I simply wanted to make you beg for it.”
Her lips part in shock, the gloss on her lips making them look delectable. “You’re an ass.”
“C’mon.” I grab her hand in mine, leading her to the dance floor.
I keep her hand in mine, twisting her body so that it’s flush to mine, her back to my chest as the music is definitely grinding music. Jasmine wastes no time, swaying her hips to the beat so damn seductively that I harden immediately in my pants.
It’s a good fucking thing she’s dancing on my cock because it’s concealing my raging erection.
My hands trail down her waist, moving to her hips, where I grip her tightly as she grinds against me, her ass pressing against my cock just right. My lips find her neck, kissing the sensitive skin as she rolls her body on mine.
Jasmine’s hand comes up, wrapping around my neck and tugging at my hair as her ass grinds harder against me, more sensually than before if that’s even fucking possible.