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Sinners at the Altar (Sinners on Tour #6) Page 44
Author: Olivia Cunning

“Will you stop fawning over Trey?” Eric complained.

“I’m not fawning over Trey,” Rebekah said. “I’m too in love with you to even notice him.”

“So you say.”

“Trey never would have asked my mother to borrow her wedding dress.”

“I’m a lot of things,” Trey said, “but a cross-dresser isn’t one of them.”

Rebekah would flip him off for that later.

“He never would have thought to ask my daddy to perform the wedding ceremony.”

“Yeah, because I’m never getting married.”

“Trey, I’m trying to have a private conversation with my perfect groom. Please see your way out of it.”

“Rebekah Esther Blake, that was very rude,” her mother said.

Rebekah sighed. “Maybe we should just go back to the courthouse and avoid our respective families.”

“It’s closed by now,” Eric said.

“Then let’s get hitched so we can hurry home to celebrate in private.”

“I would very much like to celebrate your privates.” Eric sprang out of the car without opening the door and reached inside to scoop Rebekah into his arms. She laughed as he struggled to lift her out of the car through the open convertible top.

“This seemed like a good idea,” he said, groaning in protest as he hefted her up and against his chest. “I think I broke my back.”

“Then let me walk,” she insisted.

“I don’t want you to get away,” he said and squeezed her against his chest.

“I’m not going anywhere without you at my side.”

“Promise?”

“Pinkie swear.” She extended her little finger, and he set her on her feet so he could save his back and loop her little finger with his to give it a congenial shake.

Their fingers were broken apart as Rebekah was instantly surrounded by chattering women. Her mother was determined to remove thirty years’ worth of wrinkles from her borrowed wedding gown by tugging and smoothing the skirt with her palms. Everyone else had just discovered the bride had arrived and required a piece of her attention.

Sed’s gorgeous fiancée looped an arm through Rebekah’s and started towing her toward the church.

“We did the best we could with the decorations previous brides left behind,” Jessica said. “It’s a bit of a hodgepodge of styles, but it doesn’t look bad considering Eric demanded we fix it up less than two hours ago. Come see if there’s anything you want changed.”

Rebekah glanced helplessly over her shoulder at Eric. She just pinkie swore that she’d never leave his side and there were already several feet and a couple of extraneous bodies between them. He grinned at her over the crowd and waved her toward the church as the members of his band descended upon him with a bevy of fist bumps, bro hugs, and huge smiles.

“I’ll meet you at the altar,” he yelled.

“I’ll be there,” she hollered back.

Chapter Five

Eric watched Myrna, Jessica, and Mrs. B usher Rebekah toward the church entrance until they were out of sight. Everyone around him was talking at once, and he was too distracted to make sense of any of it.

A crumpled mass of black fabric was shoved into his arms. “You better wear this damned thing,” Trey said. “Besides a lucky tuxedo, you have some really weird shit in your closet, dude. I believe I’m scarred for life.”

Eric snorted. “Yeah, right. I don’t even want to know what’s in your closet.”

Eric and Rebekah did have a lot of kinky implements in their stash of carnal delights, but there was no way their sexy costumes and sex toys rivaled Trey Mills’s stockpile of apparatuses. Now, if Trey had been going through Jace’s closet, Eric might have understood the affront to Trey’s feigned propriety.

“I guess I’m supposed to act like a girl today,” Aggie said, staring after where the rest of the women had vanished, anything but longing in her blue-eyed gaze. “You know I’d rather stay out here with you guys, right?”

“Is that because women are less likely to be intimidated by you?” Eric asked. He’d never known a woman to wear black leather pants and an off-the shoulder red sweater to a wedding. Until now.

“Aggie has a couple of female slaves,” Jace said, slipping an arm around Aggie’s waist and kissing her. “I guarantee they are plenty intimidated.”

Eric’s brows rose in interest. “I didn’t know you swung that way, Mistress V.”

Aggie grinned deviously. “There’s a lot you don’t know about the way I swing, Sticks. There’s my overhand swing,” she said, demonstrating. “My underhand swing, and my all-time favorite, the backhand swing.”

Jace chuckled. “She doesn’t do anything but spank them. And I’d much rather watch her spank a submissive woman than whip a man.”

“Aggie lets you watch?” Eric said, his jaw attempting to get acquainted with the ground. “Seriously? Damn… How do I get in on that?”

“It’s more like make him watch. For disobeying,” Aggie said.

She whispered something in Jace’s ear that made him blush to the dark roots of his bleached-blond spikes. That thick, brown beard stubble of his didn’t hide his embarrassment one bit. Aggie gave Jace’s ass one hard smack and a punishing squeeze before turning away and striding off after the rest of the women.

“Okay, what did she say to you to make you blush like that?” Eric asked.

“If I tell you, she’ll punish me,” Jace said with a grin.

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