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Other women have tried to come between us, and it’s never worked. Without him around, everything is … claustrophobic. Suffocating.
People joke about us having a bromance all the time, but it’s the best way to describe us. I love him. More than Jessica. Tripp’s my ride or die. No one can come between a friendship like ours.
“Good boy.
This will be the one and only wedding I’ll ever have.” “Naw.” I bump his jaw with my knuckles. “And you’ll always be my first.”
But there’s that part of me that wants this so much, I’m letting myself pretend. If only for a while. The thing about falling in love with your best friend is that it doesn’t happen in an instant. And if someone asked me why I loved him, I’m not sure I could come up with any one answer.
But as I say the words “I, Tripp Alexander Mitchell, take you, Dexter James Mitchale, to be my husband, through the good times and bad. Through successes and struggles …” I realize that I mean it all. This might be fake, but my vows are very real.
Jessica pissed me off because of the things she said, but I don’t miss her. Tripp is literally right there, sitting across the table from me, and I miss him more than I ever have.
Tripp is my person. I want him there always. There’s nothing better than when he’s spooning me, and that kiss was … confusing. But I did like
“And when we were standing at the altar, promising our lives to each other, it felt … easy. Because I want to be by Tripp’s side always. He truly is my other half. I think it goes to show you can fall in love with anyone if you’re not paying attention.”
“I know I said I was okay with kissing you, and I am, but maybe we should get one out of the way. So we know for sure I won’t mess it up.” “A-are you asking me to kiss you?” I stammer.
I’m his best friend. He’s my heart and soul. And nothing will ever change that. Not even his inability to love me back.
Unlike the first time, I’m prepared. And when Tripp’s mouth meets mine, the tingles that race through me are a welcome relief.
I kissed my husband, and I liked it, but to me, it was no different than when he holds me or I kiss his cheek or we stay up all night talking. It makes me … full. Happy.
And now there’s no way for me to finish undressing, because if I do, things will get awkward. Because I’m suddenly rocking a semi.
“Would you rather,” I start, “nipple piercing or dick piercing?” “Nipple for me, dick for the guy I’m with.” Well, that’s something I’ve never considered. “Is that … does it make a difference?” “Yes.”
I immediately pull him against me. I’ve always been needy for his attention, and it’s no different tonight. I want to be the only one Tripp pays attention to.
can barely stop to catch my breath, let alone think. All I know is I should have been doing this with Tripp a lifetime ago, because fucking hell, how does this feel so good?
I kiss him again. “If someone had told me that’s what it was like to have a husband, I would have found me one a long time ago.”
My mouth waters. “Okay, fuck it. But you have to be silent.” I immediately drop to my knees.
Dex’s big goofy grin appears, and like it always does, it hits me square in the chest. “In that case, go right ahead. If your hand can do magical things, I can’t wait to see what your mouth can do.”
Making Tripp’s parents fall in love with me, not as his friend and teammate, but as his husband. Damn, I’m nervous.
“Mm, true. But being the one who draws out the sound of you coming is so much sexier than hearing you do it.” “Oh, really?”
“What about the team?” I ask Dex. “What about them? This has nothing to do with them. This is about you and me. About us.” Us. Dex and Tripp. The Mitchell brothers. Best friends. Husbands. Fuck buddies? Then again, can you really be fuck buddies with your husband?
It tastes a little salty, but … I think I like it. My lips wrap around the tip, and I suck, trying to draw more out, to get another taste, and when it bursts on my tongue, the taste shoots straight to my cock. Yep. Okay. I definitely, definitely like that.
Dex pulls on his navy suit jacket. It’s my favorite suit of his because it makes his dark eyes brighter, and he deserves to be the brightest thing in a room.
“And you think I’m the fucked-up one for being in love with my husband.” Oskar waves me off. “Please. There is nothing more fucked-up than you and Dex. You guys are … pucked-up.”
All I know is if he’s having second thoughts about our relationship, I’m not sure how I’ll handle it.
I stand, and I haul Tripp to his feet. I’m not nervous, exactly. It’s more that I’m worried I won’t like it when I really, really want to.
I want to … ungh. “Do you think it’s possible to be a non-cannibal cannibal? Like, I don’t want to actually eat you, but I’m having the biggest urge to bite you right now.”
“I, umm, showered while you were gone.” “Yeah?” “I watched a video on how to prepare things.” His eyes darken. “You got yourself ready for me?” “I really wanted it.”
“How are you the way that you are?” “What do you mean?” “Before we started this, you had never before … now, you’re … sometimes it feels like you’re jumping into this even faster than me.” “Well, yeah. It’s you. What reason would I have to hold back?”
My lips replace my teeth, sucking a bruise into his shoulder, marking him as mine. Only mine. My husband, my best friend, my everything.
“You should see how you look.” “Sexy?” Tripp groans. “You have no idea. You literally have no idea. If I die right here and now and your face is the last thing I see, I will have no regrets.”
The surge of possession courses through me. I want to own Dex. I want him to be mine for real. It’s difficult to remind myself of what this is—fun experimenting. Besties being together while not really being together.
“Tell me what to do to make this good for you,” he says. My beautiful Dex. “It’s already the best sex of my life.”
Sex is sex. It feels good. It’s about getting off. It’s not intimate or personal. Sex with someone you’re head over heels in love with? It’s not just sex. It’s everything.
Fake-real married or not, we’re together now. I can love Tripp the way my body always has because my brain has finally caught up.
Tripp laces his fingers with mine. “Nah, that you can do for fun. Whenever you like. Whenever you’re thinking about doing it. Just go for it. I won’t stop you.” I really don’t think he means every single
off, but I make myself get the words out. “I’m dumb a lot of the time, but the best dumb decision I ever made was marrying you.
Because now I know why I could spend forever with you, and only you. I know we’re supposed to stand up here and announce some bogus divorce, but I don’t want that. I want us.” My voice breaks. “Always. Forever. Because I am so fucking in love with you, I don’t know myself without
My accidental marriage turned out to be the catalyst that made every wish come true. This was my fantasy. My dream.
“My husband.” I touch my heart. “Believer in forever and true love.” Dex gets me in a headlock. “I believe it when it’s you and me.”
