been in charge of her wedding, so it made sense that I bought her gown. Right? I chuckled to myself. Her parents had a strict budget for the wedding, but I wanted her to look like a princess. Besides, I made it a gift. I made my way over to Spencer, who was holding the garter.
“So, I see you and Blaine are meant to be,” I snickered. Spencer gave me the evil eye.
“Blondie? Oh hell no,” Spencer scoffed.
I looked over my shoulder to see Blaine watching Spencer. I arched a brow and he looked away quickly. Hmm, interesting.
“Why do you have that look?” Spencer leaned into my face.
“What look?” I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes at him.
“Stop that.” Spencer put his hand over my eyes. “It freaks me out.”
Hands slid around my waist and pulled me backwards.
“May I dance with the wedding planner?” Kent nuzzled my ear.
“Please… take him away,” Spencer smiled, sipping his champagne.
Kent took me to the dance floor. Thank God it was a slow song. I’d seen him dance. It sometimes kept me up at night.
“Babe?” Kent whispered in my ear.
“Yes?” I breathed. Kent loved my 1-900 voice. I tried to do it as often as possible.
“How long do we have to stay?”
I chuckled and spanked his ass lightly. Ever since the first time I’d made love to him, his appetite for sex had grown exponentially. He wanted me twenty four hours a day. I’d made love to him all over our new place and he’d christened some places as well. (I’ll never look at the subway the same way again).
“We’ll stay until Anna leaves with Steve.”
“Is that soon?” Kent asked with more than a bit of hope in his voice.
“Did you give her a bonus?” I eased back a bit and looked into his eyes.
“I gave her and Steve a trip to Paris.”
I almost squealed. Anna had never been and talked about it all the time.
“I love you, you know that, right?” I kissed Kent’s cheek.
“Yes, I do.” Kent dipped me.
* * * *
I watched the festivities with a smile. Kent was on the dance floor with Anna. Poor girl. I shook my head sadly.
“I can’t believe you let him dance with her.”
I looked over my shoulder and smiled at Blaine.
“She dragged him out there. I tried to warn her.”
There was a yelp from Anna and Kent blushed.
“He’s come a long way, Terry,” Blaine said. “You changed him for the better.”
“He changed me, too,” I said smiling at the man I loved. We’d had our share of fights over the last six months, but at the end of the day, I loved Kent Samson. And whenever I feel he’s getting too hoity-toity, I just call him Kinnay.
THE END
SANDRINE GASQ-DION
Sandrine (Sandy) was born in Inglewood, California. Raised by "Old School" French parents, she later moved to Tucson, AZ. It was there that writing became a hobby. Always told she had a great imagination, Sandy wrote short stories for her friends in high school. In college, she took more writing classes while working on her Criminal Justice degree, but it wasn't until a soap opera caught her eye that she got involved in male on male romances. On the advice of a friend, Sandy dipped her toes into the world of M/M Romance. Sandy takes the writing seriously and has had countless conversations with gay men as well as hours of research. She's been involved with the military in one way or another for over twenty years, and has a great deal of respect for our men in uniform. She's traveled the world, but is currently enjoying the South.
Also by Sandrine Gasq-Dion
The Assassin-Shifter Series:
A Marked Man
Alaska, with Love
By the Light of The Moon
Half Moon Rising
Best Laid Plans
For the love of Caden
The General's Lover
Russian Prey
An Ignited Passion
Reflash
The Red Zone
Irish Wishes
Pleading the Fifth
Betrayed
Summer of Awakenings
Into the Lyons Den
The Nik of Time
Second Time Around
Trademarks Acknowledgment
The author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of
“So, I see you and Blaine are meant to be,” I snickered. Spencer gave me the evil eye.
“Blondie? Oh hell no,” Spencer scoffed.
I looked over my shoulder to see Blaine watching Spencer. I arched a brow and he looked away quickly. Hmm, interesting.
“Why do you have that look?” Spencer leaned into my face.
“What look?” I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes at him.
“Stop that.” Spencer put his hand over my eyes. “It freaks me out.”
Hands slid around my waist and pulled me backwards.
“May I dance with the wedding planner?” Kent nuzzled my ear.
“Please… take him away,” Spencer smiled, sipping his champagne.
Kent took me to the dance floor. Thank God it was a slow song. I’d seen him dance. It sometimes kept me up at night.
“Babe?” Kent whispered in my ear.
“Yes?” I breathed. Kent loved my 1-900 voice. I tried to do it as often as possible.
“How long do we have to stay?”
I chuckled and spanked his ass lightly. Ever since the first time I’d made love to him, his appetite for sex had grown exponentially. He wanted me twenty four hours a day. I’d made love to him all over our new place and he’d christened some places as well. (I’ll never look at the subway the same way again).
“We’ll stay until Anna leaves with Steve.”
“Is that soon?” Kent asked with more than a bit of hope in his voice.
“Did you give her a bonus?” I eased back a bit and looked into his eyes.
“I gave her and Steve a trip to Paris.”
I almost squealed. Anna had never been and talked about it all the time.
“I love you, you know that, right?” I kissed Kent’s cheek.
“Yes, I do.” Kent dipped me.
* * * *
I watched the festivities with a smile. Kent was on the dance floor with Anna. Poor girl. I shook my head sadly.
“I can’t believe you let him dance with her.”
I looked over my shoulder and smiled at Blaine.
“She dragged him out there. I tried to warn her.”
There was a yelp from Anna and Kent blushed.
“He’s come a long way, Terry,” Blaine said. “You changed him for the better.”
“He changed me, too,” I said smiling at the man I loved. We’d had our share of fights over the last six months, but at the end of the day, I loved Kent Samson. And whenever I feel he’s getting too hoity-toity, I just call him Kinnay.
THE END
SANDRINE GASQ-DION
Sandrine (Sandy) was born in Inglewood, California. Raised by "Old School" French parents, she later moved to Tucson, AZ. It was there that writing became a hobby. Always told she had a great imagination, Sandy wrote short stories for her friends in high school. In college, she took more writing classes while working on her Criminal Justice degree, but it wasn't until a soap opera caught her eye that she got involved in male on male romances. On the advice of a friend, Sandy dipped her toes into the world of M/M Romance. Sandy takes the writing seriously and has had countless conversations with gay men as well as hours of research. She's been involved with the military in one way or another for over twenty years, and has a great deal of respect for our men in uniform. She's traveled the world, but is currently enjoying the South.
Also by Sandrine Gasq-Dion
The Assassin-Shifter Series:
A Marked Man
Alaska, with Love
By the Light of The Moon
Half Moon Rising
Best Laid Plans
For the love of Caden
The General's Lover
Russian Prey
An Ignited Passion
Reflash
The Red Zone
Irish Wishes
Pleading the Fifth
Betrayed
Summer of Awakenings
Into the Lyons Den
The Nik of Time
Second Time Around
Trademarks Acknowledgment
The author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of
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