Joel (BBW Bear Shifter Wedding Romance) (Grizzly Groomsmen Book 5)

by Becca Fanning

  "Honey?" She asked, her voice suddenly small and nervous, a complete antithesis to a few moments earlier.

  "I'll be okay," Tom nodded, wincing, and placing his weight back on his foot. He winced, and immediately leaned back on Joel. "Just might need a little help down the aisle, is all."

  He shot a wide grin at Dina, and she threw herself at him, practically knocking him off his feet.

  "I can't believe we're doing this," she mumbled into his hair, just loud enough for Lisa to hear. Joel was standing on the other side of the two of them, and offered her a shy smile. She had almost forgotten about the kiss they shared, but was instantly reminded of the feel of his mouth on her's. Dina pulled back, and looked around.

  "Okay, so…" Her eyebrows shot up, as if she was crunching numbers inside her head."Who wants to help me organise a wedding?"

  There was a ripple of laughter around the room, and it was as if all the tension, all the fear, all the violence had dropped away in an instant. Dina was right- they had come here to see Tom and Dina get married, and they sure as hell weren't giving up on that just because some dumb shifters had tried to ruin their good time. Behind them, the bridesmaids and spare groomsmen came down the stairs, treading carefully as if they were half-expecting the wolves to leap out from behind one of the potted plants at any minute.

  "Okay," Lisa stepped forward and clapped her hands together, getting everyone's attention. "We're going to need all the help we can get."

  The next hour and a half flew by. Lisa knew that it wasn't exactly the wedding that Dina and Tom had envisioned, but, given the circumstances, Lisa thought it had turned out pretty well. With the help of the bridesmaids, she'd managed to clear out the dining hall and set up the seats so that they vaguely resembled an aisle. She'd ducked behind reception and grabbed a set of master keys, wandering round the rooms and scooping up whatever cute plants and ornaments she could find to go with the hotel's quirky-nature décor. She had hustled Dina and Tom upstairs to get themselves ready, sending off a couple of the groomsmen to scavenge some alcohol and something edible from the kitchen for the post-wedding party. And, much to her delight, Lisa had even found out that one of the other bridesmaids, Lorne, had been ordained for a different wedding and was able to marry the two of them. All that was left now was for the bridesmaids and groomsmen to go off and get ready, and the wedding ceremony could begin.

  Lisa stood in front of her mirror, fiddling with her bridesmaid's gown. She hadn't been sure of it when Dina first suggested the cut and color, but the more she looked at it, the more she thought that it was perfect- the washed-out pastels matched perfectly with the sky outside, the cut nipping in around her waist and the draping falling away in long swathes of fabric down to the floor. It was by far the most grown-up dress she'd ever owned- it was beautiful in a way she wasn't used to her clothes being, a proper gown. Maybe she was just grateful that the most she had to worry about was whether or not she looked cute in her dress, but she looked in the mirror and felt a lump form in her throat. This wasn't exactly how she'd envisioned her brother's wedding going down, but he was still getting married- married to a woman who loved him, fiercely, who would fight for him and protect him, just the way he would do for her. And she couldn't ask for much more than that. Quickly fanning her face to ensure that no tears would fall and ruin her perfectly applied make-up, Lisa grinned in the mirror. On a scale of one to nightmare, this wedding had taken a turn for the better. She grabbed some bobby pins and clamped them between her lips, throwing her hair into a quick updo that she hoped would pass muster. As she was finishing up, she heard a knock at her door.

  "Come in!" She called indistinctly, her mouth still full of pins.

  The door opened, and she looked in the mirror to see who it was- Joel. She felt a warmth spreading out over her chest, and quickly pulled the pins from her mouth so she could smile at him

  "You look beautiful," he murmured, and she felt a flush move up her neck.

  "Not so bad yourself," she commented, and she was right- his carefully pressed suit and tie were just on the right side of old-fashioned, and he looked cool as hell. He ran a hand over his head, and grinned shyly. God, he was cute- Lisa hadn't had much time to dwell on it over the last couple of days, but there was something about him. As soon as she patted her hair into place, he walked across to her and offered her his arm.

  "Can I escort you downstairs?"

  "Most certainly," she giggled, feeling almost giddy with excitement. She half-wondered if this reminded him of his own wedding- the doomed one, the one that had failed. But she pushed the thought from her head at once, not allowing herself to get hung up on the serious when there was so much fun to be had. She squeezed his arm beneath his blazer, revelling in the feeling of his muscles below her fingers, and felt a flutter of excitement. If it was someone else's wedding night, did that mean you were obliged to screw as well? She hoped so.

  Before long, they arrived in the lobby, and hurried through to the dining room. All the other groomsmen and bridesmaids were already there, waiting for them- the air bristled with excitement as Lisa and Joel went to take their places, lining along each side of Lorne who looked as if she'd been going over what she was going to say a thousand times in her head. Joel and Lisa exchanged a glance as they positioned themselves in line, and Lisa felt a warmth spread out over her chest.

  A few moments later, the doors opened, and Dina and Tom made their way inside. Lisa had never heard it happen in real life before, but there was an actual intake of breath as everyone turned to look- Dina's dress was beautiful, a short, ballerina-esque cream number with embroidery around the neck, while Tom was dressed to the nines in a handsome tuxedo. They were both beaming, even if Tom had to lean on Dina a little to make it up there with his limp.

  "Well, I didn't expect to be doing this, but here we are," Lorne smiled, her voice a little shaky- with emotion or nerves, Lisa couldn't tell. "So, shall we get started?"

  The ceremony was short- neither Dina nor Tom were religious, so it was mostly just Lorne ticking off the usual "do you take this man" stuff, until they finally got to the exchanging of the rings. There was a panicked pause as Tom tilted his head towards one of the groomsmen, who fumbled hastily in his pocket before jumping forward to hand them over. A giggle rippled over the room, and Lorne shot him a look as Dina and Tom exchanged their rings.

  "So, I guess the last thing is to tell you to kiss your wife," Lorne smiled, and even she couldn't hold back her grin. Dina wrapped an arm around Tom's waist and pulled him in close, and they shared their first kiss as man and wife. Lisa felt another prickling in her eyes, and quickly dabbed at them before she made too much of a scene- God, she was such a sucker for weddings and romance, even though she tried to tell herself that wasn't the case.

  Joel stepped forward, and led the rest of the party in a round of applause as Dina and Tom stared at each other, big, stupid grins plastered across both their faces. It was as if the whole weekend had just begun to sink in for the two of them, and this wedding was just the latest in a long line of crazy stories they would take back home when all of this was done. Finally, Dina tore her gaze away from Tom, and turned to the small group gathered around them

  "I guess it's time for us to party now?" She spread her hands out, nodding towards the pile of food and booze the groomsmen had rustled up from the kitchen. A small cheer went up, and it finally, finally felt as if the horror of the last couple of days was done with. They were married, and they had champagne, and nothing else mattered.

  Joel made his way over to Lisa, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and smiled.

  "I'd ask for this dance, but…" he shrugged, and Lisa shook her head.

  "Yeah, shame the band had to leave," she replied flippantly. "But what with the whole being terrorised by a group of wolves thing…"

  "I guess," he cocked his head at her, and for a moment Lisa felt as if he was staring right into her brain. His eyes, flecked with gold, were so intense- she could remember them on
the bear that had fought for them earlier, the bear that had helped protect them all.

  "What you did for Tom back there- that was pretty amazing," he continued. "You're pretty brave, taking on a pack like that."

  "He's my brother," she replied with a shrug. "You'd have done the same for your family. Besides, we were running behind on the wedding, we couldn't waste any more time."

  "Yeah, it turned out pretty well in the end," he smiled. "Better than my last wedding."

  Lisa felt a flutter of discomfort. Why was he bringing this up? Surely the last thing he wanted to remind everyone of now was the fact that his marriage had failed, and so recently.

  "Sorry, I didn't mean to-" he shook his head. "I just wanted to be clear that I'm well over everything that happened, the separation, everything. And I know it's kind of soon to start dating again, but…"

  He was cut off by a sudden blast of music, and the two of them turned to find it's source. Adam, one of the groomsmen, had dragged out an old CD player and switched on some classic swing tune. Joel turned back to Lisa, and held out his hand.

  "Dance?"

  "Sure," she nodded. She knew that he was right- it was kind of mad to be chasing down someone so soon after a separation, when they weren't even properly divorced yet. But, as Joel drew her close into his chest and swayed her back and forth, she couldn't fight the feeling in her chest. This was good- this felt right. Even if Tom had been intent on keeping them apart, Lisa was glad she'd managed to find him and meet him at last.

  "So," Joel started, his head resting on top of Lisa's, "What happens now?"

  "What do you mean?" Lisa murmured. She glanced around the room, and noted with amusement that the rest of the groomsmen and bridesmaids seemed to have paired off as well. She wondered if any of them had panicked, if any of them had wondered if this was too soon or too slow or too weird. And if any of them had completely ignored that and gone for it anyway.

  "Well, the wedding's over, the storm's holding off, and we'll probably be going home soon," He explained. "And I'm not ready to be done with you yet."

  Lisa inhaled deeply, pressing her head against his chest.

  "I'm not ready either," she admitted. "But…"

  She didn't know what she was going to say- it could have been anything from his marriage to his shifter stuff to the fact that they barely knew each other. All of that hadn't gone away just because they'd survived the weekend and the wedding. But before she had a chance to finish her thought, he leaned down and pressed a kiss against her lips. It was soft and gentle, and immediately took her straight back to the moment they'd had outside, in the wind and rain, just before everything had gone down. She remembered how she'd felt then. Ready, hungry, needy.

  "But…?" He prompted her as he pulled back. She took a deep breath, and then spoke.

  "Look, there's a lot of…shit here, there just is," she admitted, gesturing between the two of them as they continued to sway to the music. "Fuck, I don't even know where you live or what you do or…anything. But I just want to have a good time tonight, and we can take things as they come when we get off this island. Deal?"

  He nodded.

  "Deal."

  Lisa smiled, feeling relieved. She wasn't ready to jump into some hardcore relationship with some guy who'd just made it out of a marriage, but Joel was…special. And she wasn't about to call the shots right now just because everything was uncertain. This was always going to be a weekend that she remembered, but she wanted it to be for good reasons instead of the terrible ones she'd already been given.

  "Hey," he murmured, keeping his voice low, his breath tickling her ear and making her shiver. "You want to…check out the kitchen?"

  She looked up at him, eyebrows raised. She had never so much made out in public before, and if he was suggesting was she thought he was suggesting…?

  "No-one will notice," he continued, "I'd just be kicking myself if I didn't take advantage of tonight, you know, having you right here…"

  Lisa felt a twinge between her legs. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been turned on by just hearing someone talk. She looked around again- everyone in the room looked pretty well absorbed in their own little romantic entanglement, too focused to notice a missing groomsman and bridesmaid… Lisa went over the options in her head. She couldn't even believe she was considering this, but as she looked up into his eyes, she knew that she wanted him, and she wanted him now.

  "Do it," she grinned, and he took her hand and quickly, quietly led her out through the door. Glancing over her shoulder, Lisa felt a buzz of excitement, making sure to pull the door tightly closed behind them. No-one had so much as turned around when they'd left, and knowing that they were getting away with it made it even hotter.

  Lisa's heels tapped on the tiled floor as Joel flicked on a light- for a hotel as pointedly kitsch as this one, it was weird to see a kitchen as generic as this. All crisp metal surfaces, shiny white floors, and strip lighting. Lisa came to a stop, leaning up against one of the counters seductively, and waited for Joel. He made eye contact across the room, and strode towards her, slowing his pace as he approached as if savouring the few moments before their bodies met. Lisa's heart pounded in her chest, and she felt more nervous than she had all day. The wolves had nothing on the look in Joel's eyes right then.

  Finally, he reached her, and wound an arm around her waist and pulled her in close. Lisa forced herself to look up into his eyes, which were shining with desire, and drew in a sharp inhale as his lips finally met her's. But this time, there was nothing to stop them- this time there was nothing to get in the way. This time, it was just the two of them, and Lisa had no intention of letting it go to waste.

  Joel's hands were immediately roaming all across Lisa's body, down to her ass, lifting her up on to the counter so she could wrap her legs around his waist. She arched her back towards him so she could press her breasts against his chest- he had a surprising strength despite his skinny frame, muscles underneath his jacket and shirt. Lisa reached up and began to undo his buttons, pulling the fabric aside to expose his chest. Placing a hand on her lower back, he pulled her closer, so close that she could feel his erection pressing against her through his slacks.

  "I've never done anything like this before," Lisa murmured, as she peppered kisses from his throat down towards his chest.

  "Yeah, me neither," Joel panted. "I just…you, in that dress. I couldn't wait any longer."

  "Stop," Lisa groaned, as he slid his hands beneath her straps and pushed them down her arms. He was too much-she had never had a guy want her this spontaneously and with this much passion. It was the hottest thing she'd ever experienced, and she was torn between making it last for as long as she could and wanting him inside her right at that very second. He coaxed her dress down, and she pulled her arms from the straps, allowing it to fall down her chest and expose her tits. She was glad she had gone braless as soon as he lowered his mouth to her chest and gently nipped her nipples between his teeth. Every touch, every bite- it was more than anything she'd ever felt before, almost too much to bare. She held his head in place, closing her eyes and revelling in the feeling his mouth skimming across her breast. The heat between her legs was growing, growing to almost unbearable levels, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to wait much longer.

  It seemed as if Joel, however, had other plans entirely. He knelt down, pushing her legs up till her feet were planted on the counter and her dress was hiked up above her knees. She was wearing white cotton panties underneath, and he quickly pushed her legs apart and pressed his nose against her, inhaling deeply. She tried her hardest not to moan too loudly, not wanting to give away their deviancy to anyone in the next room, but it was a Herculean effort- feeling the warmth of his mouth so close to her pussy was almost painfully pleasurable. But even that wasn't as good as what came next.

  He hooked his fingers around her panties, and hastily pushed them aside, exposing her entirely. She spread her legs even further, lewdly displaying herself for hi
m, and he didn't need telling twice. He instantly pressed his mouth against her, his mouth immediate and passionate and everywhere. His tongue skimmed across her outer lips and his hands reached round to grope at her ass, pulling her on to his mouth. He flicked his tongue against her clit, once, twice, more times than she could count, and she let her head drop back as the feeling overwhelmed her. He pulled one hand away from her ass, and slipped two fingers straight into her. She practically convulsed at his touch, squirming beneath him as he moved his tongue mercilessly across her most sensitive spot and curled his fingers into a beckoning motion inside her, hitting her g-spot within seconds. She gripped the sides of the counter for support, her breath coming quicker than before, as she felt the orgasm finally, finally building, finally ready to provide her some relief-