Burning Hunger (10 page)

“Well, that is how you two met for the first
time.” Marissa gave Val a wink before turning back to Callie. “Have
you told him yet?”

Callie shook her head. “I’m saving that
shocker for the honeymoon. Isn’t the bride supposed to give her new
husband a present?”

Val laughed. “I think it’s the other way
around, but either way, you could say he gave
you
a
present.” Marissa and Val exchanged glances in the mirror Callie
was primping in front of. “And what about you, Val, have you told
Chaz yet?”

Val shook her head, having already made up
her mind to tell Chaz after the reception. She still couldn’t
believe she was almost two months pregnant. Her little condom baby,
she thought, gently running her hand over her flat belly.

“Well, Beau’s a wonderful dad, Chaz and
Blade will be, too,” Marissa said with total confidence. “We’re
already trying for number two.”

“Chaz and Blade will be what, too?”

All three turned to see one of the Evans’
triplets walk through the doorway. Val knew instantly that it was
Chaz. Not because they’d spent a week together in Key West. Not
because they’d spent a lot of time getting to know each other
better ever since. She knew it was Chaz because when he glanced at
her, the seductive fire in his eyes called out to every one of her
senses. She responded to him on every level.

She knew it was Chaz, because she knew him
with every fiber of her being. Their gazes met and held.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you believe
in knocking first?” Marissa scolded, drawing his gaze to her.

Chaz laughed it off. “I was sent in to see
if you’re ready.”

“Blade getting antsy?” Callie teased.

“You could say that.” He glanced at each of
them, and then gave a wolf whistle. “Three beautiful ladies under
one roof. We must be the luckiest men alive.” He winked at Val.

“For sure,” Marissa said, arranging the
train to Callie’s veil behind her. “Go tell them we’re ready.” She
was so wrapped up in making sure the train was flawlessly splayed
out that she could have been talking to herself.

“I need a word with you.”

It was more a statement than a question. Val
felt her hand being taken and then she was led out of the room. As
soon as the door closed behind them, Chaz pushed her up against the
wall and kissed her hungrily. Moaning, she welcomed his warm mouth
on hers, and gave everything she had to his surprise attack. She
wrapped her arms around his neck, his powerful arms encircling her
waist, and they clung to each other until the kiss wound down.

“You said a word,” she reminded him when he
pulled back.

“You look good enough to eat,” he growled in
a low tone.

“I always look good enough to eat,” Val
teased, nipping at his bottom lip.

A sound she couldn’t identify escaped him.
“Don’t tempt me, Val. At least not until the wedding is over.” He
leaned into her and ran his mouth along the side of her neck. “Mmm,
you smell good, too.”

“So do you.” She inhaled deeply, recognizing
he had a scent all his own. “They’re waiting,” she reminded
him.

“Too bad we’re in the wedding party.” Chaz
kissed her ear while his hands caressed up her sides to her
breasts. He cupped them and thumbed her nipples until they were
hard. “Then, we could sneak away for a quickie while the vows were
being said.”

Val’s laugh was husky, revealing her
heightened state of arousal. “There’s always the reception.” She
started to reach down for his hardening cock but at the last second
remembered where they were. “If you don’t stop seducing me, I won’t
be able to walk down the isle as a bride’s maid.”

With a snort of protest, Chaz kissed her
quick and hard, then turned and walked away. Val watched him
disappear around a corner, shivering deliciously.
That man is
dangerous in the sexiest way!
Sighing, she joined Marissa and
Callie again.

“What happened to you?” Callie questioned
with a look of speculation.

She really made a beautiful bride, wearing
an antique vintage creation of lace and carefully sewn-in tear-drop
pearls. Whoever had owned the nineteenth century gown and matching
veil and train had taken very good care of it.

Before Val could come up with a story,
Marissa said, “You might want to touch up your lipstick.”

Val took a quick glance in the mirror and
grinned. Chaz had kissed all of her lipstick off; she could only
hope that didn’t mean he was wearing it. Served him right if he
showed up to stand next to his brother as his best-man with red
lipstick all over his face.

“I hear the music!” Callie said with
breathless excitement. She took the beautiful bouquet of violet and
lavender flowers from Marissa.

“It’s time to go ladies.”

Val gave herself one last look in the mirror
to make sure Chaz hadn’t done any more damage. Satisfied, she
scooted out the door to join the other two bridesmaids who were
waiting at the end of the hallway, friends of Callie’s from New
York, Justine and Karen. Their lavender gowns of shimmering satin,
matching heels, and ivory bouquets complemented Marissa’s deeper
violet gown.

“Are you ready, ladies?” Val asked upon
reaching them, receiving eager nods. As rehearsed, she waved at the
organist to let him know they were ready to begin.

In single file they walked down the carpeted
isle, then veered off to the left right before the altar. Val was
first in line, keeping her gaze on Chaz where he stood at the right
of the altar with his brothers. They were dressed the same way and
looked magnificent in their tailored tuxes, standing tall. It was
hard to describe, but they were identically handsome, yet
individually captivating.

She caught Chaz’s wink when she reached the
end of her walk. Uncaring who might be watching, Val pursed her
lips, causing his brows to arch. She loved teasing him, especially
when he couldn’t get his hands on her right away. Oh, she knew she
was going to pay for it later, but in the most mouth-watering way.
Every time they made love, it was a new and exciting
experience.

She couldn’t wait, and she couldn’t wait to
tell him he was going to be a daddy.

****

Everyone arrived at the reception before the
bride and groom and claimed assigned seats at one of the
elaborately decorated tables. The colors matched the wedding party
colors, with tablecloths of elegant ivory lace and huge vases of
lavender wild flowers and baby’s breath. In the center of the room
was the large ice sculpture of a magnificent horse, supporting a
cowboy with a woman on his lap. A small placard next to it
explained its significance. By the time Callie and Blade made their
grand entrance, the story about their first encounter had
spread.

Soft music filtered through the room, loud
enough to dance to, yet low enough so that people didn’t have to
raise their voices in conversation. As Blade and Callie took their
seats at their small, private table, people began to gather around
and congratulate the newly wedded couple. Val watched Doris and
John Evans welcome Callie into their family with a warm
embrace.

She smiled. Having only met Chaz’s parents
for the first time recently, her opinion of them was that they were
warm and caring people. They had welcomed her into the family as if
they already knew she and Chaz were destined to end up the same way
as his brothers. It was too soon to tell what the future had in
store for them, but it was clear when the Evans men fell for a
woman, it was hard and it was final.

The wedding party had been assigned to one
table, yet Chaz had yet to make his way there. Val watched him
converse with his parents at his brother’s table, throwing back his
head and laughing loudly at something that was said. Then,
suddenly, his gaze sought hers out; he excused himself, and began
walking toward their table. Val reached for her glass of water and
took a sip, suddenly feeling nervous at the predatory gleam of
interest in his eyes.

“I know that look,” she teased, setting her
glass down.

Chaz sat next to her with an innocent look
on his face. “What look?”

“That you’d like to find the nearest closet
where you can take advantage of me.” She grinned.

“Well, since we’re on the same page…” He let
his comment trail off. Then he was nuzzling Val at the side of her
neck, causing her to sigh. “The first thing I want you to do is let
your hair down.”

Before she could stop it, a low moan escaped
Val. She quickly glanced around the table to make sure it had gone
unnoticed. Marissa and Beau were busy with their son, Mason.
Justine and Karen were scoping out the available bachelors, who in
turn were scoping them out. She didn’t have anything to worry
about, except the warm lips behind her ear and the traveling hand
under the table.

“Why don’t we just crawl underneath the
table and have that quickie you were talking about earlier? The way
I’m feeling, it won’t take you long to make me come.”

Chaz groaned low at her outrageous comment,
then punished her with a bite. “You’re killing me, baby.” His hand
pulled up the hem of her gown and somehow found its way to her bare
flesh.

It was a good thing the tablecloths went all
the way to the floor. When Val felt his fingertips trail a path of
fire up the inside of her thigh she trembled and bit down on the
inside of her lip to keep from revealing what he was doing to her.
All the while, she kept her gaze busy watching the occupants of the
room to make sure no one was giving them any undue attention.

Suddenly, Callie was glancing their way and
waving. Val smiled back, unable to return the wave. How could she
when her bones were turning to mush? “Chaz,” she warned in a
whisper that sounded more like a sigh of pleasure, “if you don’t
stop I swear the whole room is going to know what you’re doing to
me.”

“And what is that, honey?” He pulled away
from her ear, but his hand remained on her inner-thigh.

“What do you think?” Val looked him square
in the eye. “You know you can’t touch me without turning me
on.”

“So? I can’t look at you without becoming
aroused. We’re even I’d say.”

“Val, are you feeling okay? You look a
little flushed,” Marissa said from across the table.

“Oh, I’m okay,” Val replied, putting her
hand over Chaz’s to keep him from moving further up her thigh.
“Maybe a little flustered from the champagne.”

“Champagne, how did you get champagne before
the toast?” Beau questioned, cradling his son while feeding him a
bottle. The baby was half asleep.

Val felt herself turn warm with
embarrassment when she glanced at the glass of water in front of
her. She swallowed hard.
Will they believe me if I say
wine?

“Could it be the water?” There was a huge
smile on Marissa’s face, as if she’d already figured out what was
going on between her and Chaz. Beau glanced back and forth between
Val, Chaz, and his wife before smiling and turning his attention
back to his son. “You forget, Val, our men are triplets, and not
just in looks.”

Our men. Val liked the sound of that. She
glanced at Callie and Blade. Their heads were close as they spoke
intimately to each other. Every once in a while, Blade gave her a
kiss that deepened the blush on her cheeks. His hands were lowered
so that Val couldn’t see what he was doing, but it was obvious. One
arm was closer to Callie, and she could just make out the slight
movement that told her his hand was moving. Smiling, her gaze
returned to Beau and Marissa. Something told Val that if they
didn’t have the baby with them they’d be in a more intimate
position too.

She chuckled, letting go of Chaz’s hand, and
looked deeply into his aroused eyes. It was obvious the Evans
brothers had lust instead of blood in their veins. She breathed in
slowly and deeply to control the unbridled emotions taking over.
Why not enjoy herself?
So what if we’re in a public place, it’s
not as if anyone can see what he’s doing.
Val knew Chaz was in
for a surprise, and couldn’t wait for his reaction.

His fingers inched closer to her pussy as
they stared into each other’s eyes. She almost held her breath
waiting for him to reach his destination. Finally his index finger
flicked over the slit between her plump, clean-shaven pussy lips.
She wasn’t wearing underwear either. They both sucked in their
breaths with unexpected reaction.

Chaz leaned forward and whispered into Val’s
ear, “What did I ever do to deserve a sexy woman like you?” The tip
of his finger ran up and down the slit, wiggling deeper inside with
every stroke.

Val was thankful when Justine and Karen got
up and left the table, totally oblivious to what was going on. She
exhaled a nervous breath, afraid that if she closed her eyes she’d
forget where they were. The last thing she wanted was to announce
the orgasm quickly building inside her. There was something so
forbidden and naughty about what they were doing in public.

“God, I wish I could stick my tongue inside
you right now,” Chaz said, his breathing heavy. To make up for it
he circled the outer edges of her ear.

Val shuddered. “Chaz…I don’t think this is a
good idea,” she whispered back. She began to look around the room,
made eye contact with Callie, smiled, and continued her search.
Thank God no one was looking at them, oddly anyway. “Maybe we
should go find that closet.”

His chest rumbled with deep laughter. “Baby,
if I get up right now everyone in this room will know I have an
erection. You want me to humiliate my parents?” His finger found
her clit and he flicked over it without mercy.

Val sucked in her breath and dug her nails
into his arm.
Ohmygod, he’s going to make me come, right here in
this chair.
“Chaz…” The taboo of the moment was nearly
overwhelming. She’d never done anything so brazen, or exciting
before. The pool and dance floor didn’t count, and they didn’t
compare to having an orgasm in the middle of a wedding
reception.