Last Screw Before I Do by Manda McNay

Last Screw
Before “I Do”
    by Manda
McNay
     
    Smashwords
Edition
    © 2013, Manda
McNay
    Cover Photo: Viktoriya
Bekreneva /Bigstock.com
    All rights
reserved: may not be copied
    or
redistributed in any form.
     
    All characters
in this work are at least 18 years old;
    all people and
places are fictitious.
     
     
     
    Table of Contents
    Our Best Man
    My Brother's Lover
    Other Erotic Stories by Manda McNay
     
     
     
    * * *
     
    Our Best Man
     
     
    “Here,” my
fiance says, “put it in. I trust you.”
    Then he's
pressing a cock into my hand, folding my fingers closed around it.
It belongs to his best friend. My ex-boyfriend. The best man at our
wedding.
    The wedding is
tomorrow, but tonight I'm here with them, all of us naked, my
fiance, Matt, on his hands and knees and Richard's penis throbbing
in my fist. They're both watching me, Matt peering back over his
shoulder. Richard, our third for the evening, licks his lips. “Go
ahead, Lizzie. Help me fuck him.”
    I guide the
spongy tip of him to my fiance's virgin, waiting hole.
    “Here goes
nothing,” I whisper, and it begins.
     
    “Hey,
Beautiful.”
    I jumped.
“You're not supposed to be in here.”
    Soft sounds of
footsteps behind me, then the smoky smell of him before he appeared
with me in the suite's mirror. “Yeah, well...I couldn't resist a
sneak peak at the blushing bride. And besides,” he said, his face
next to mine in the reflection, “it's the husband who's not
supposed to see you. No one says anything about the
ex-boyfriend.”
    I scrunched my
nose at him, and the perfect face in the mirror did the same. It
was hard to believe that it was me looking
back: the trial run of makeup on my face had hidden all my flaws,
making me look like myself, but... perfect. My hair was done, too,
and even though Matt wouldn't be seeing it, I couldn't help but
flinch away from Richard to protect it. “You're messing up my
hair.”
    “ Ah, come on now. Nothing could ruin you. I really mean it,
you look... amazing.” His voice broke a little on the last word but
we both pretended we didn't hear it. His pupils were wide in the
mirror as he took it all in. He swallowed hard, and I put my hand
over the one he'd laid on my shoulder. I wondered if he was
thinking it, too; that it could have been him I was marrying
tomorrow.
    “ I missed my chance.” He said it so softly I barely heard the
words.
    I turned to
look up at him. “This was a bad idea, wasn't it.”
    “ What?”
    “ Asking you to be in our wedding. I mean, I love you to bits—”
he winced slightly at that, but recovered, “—but if it's going to
be too hard for you... I'm sure Matt will understand.”
    His eyes
flickered, then warmed. “Matt and I have talked about this, you
know. Probably more than you realize. I told him, and I'm telling
you, that I can handle this. I blew my chance back then, but that's
my problem, not yours. I just want you to be happy, Bunny.”
    Bunny : because we started dating the first
Easter after we graduated. He'd said it the first time almost by
accident; it didn't exactly mesh with his tough-guy persona. And
when his friends heard him...
    “ Remember how embarrassed you were? When your little friends
heard you say that? I thought you were gonna be kicked out of the
Cool Kids Club.” I smirked, though it faded when I saw the glint in
his eye.
    “ It made you smile, though. You and Matt have my blessing,
okay? I want to be there for you.”
    He squeezed my
shoulder, then he was gone, the door closing gently behind him.
     
    “ Okay, everyone! Listen! We don't want to keep our lovely
bride and her groom up past their bedtimes.” My father's voice
boomed down the long table. “Everyone say goodnight, and you two
head upstairs. Separately .”
    “ I told you, Jim, you could've saved some money if you just
let us bunk together,” Matt said, smiling sweetly.
    “ No way. Paws off, buddy. My little girl needs her sleep.” Dad
turned to me and raised his glass. He'd