Tempting the Best Man

by J. Lynn

  Chase removed his hand, and before she could cry out in denial, he pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh. Her heart stopped and then doubled up erratically. It had been long, so very long, since something this intimate had been done to her.

  “I want to taste you,” he growled, nuzzling the inside of her thigh. “Tell me you want me to. Please.”

  “Yes,” she moaned, and then nodded, just in case he didn’t get the picture, because if he didn’t, dear God, she was going to drown him in the bathtub. And wouldn’t that be embarrassing to explain to the police and all the family?

  He slid to his knees, and the first touch of his mouth nearly broke her. It was a gentle sweep of his lips, a sweet, chaste kiss that started off as a slow boil and then exploded as he deepened the touch, his tongue slipping the length of her and then inside.

  Chase burrowed into her flesh, sucking, tugging, and licking until her back bowed and she cried out his name. She was on the verge, hanging over the edge and then her release sped through her, pitching her so high, to a place where only white heat and sensations existed. And he kept going, drinking her in as another climax started and broke apart again, her cries hoarse as her body spasmed.

  When she came back down, Chase had sat on the edge of the tub again and was holding her in his lap, his cheek resting on her shoulder. His hands traced an idle, smooth circle along her lower back, following the curve of her spine.

  Madison didn’t protest when he leaned back, his vibrant blue eyes hooded. Those dimples appeared on his striking face, and she wanted to kiss them. She wanted to do all kinds of things. Starting with repaying him…

  Madison reached down, wanting to feel his length, but he stopped her. “We still need to talk,” he said, his fingers pressing into the flesh of her hips again as he placed her on her feet.

  Talk? She didn’t think she was capable of forming a coherent sentence. Tiny droplets of water sprayed from her soaked hair when she shook her head.

  Chase chuckled as he rose. Reaching around her, he grabbed the towel and slowly, carefully dried her off before wrapping the oversized material around her breasts.

  “Now,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I can concentrate.”

  She stared up at him, doubting how affected he really was when he could engineer her lust like that and not take any pleasure for himself. Stirrings of unease began in her belly, a not-so-pleasant thing to feel after something so mind-blowingly wonderful. “Well, I can’t.”

  Taking her hand, he led her out of the bathroom to the bed. She sat, clutching the edge of the towel, very unsure of everything again. Especially when his emotions were on lockdown, his face blank, but his eyes…

  He stood before her, legs spread in a powerful, dominant stance. “I want you.”

  You have me, she wanted to say. “I think we’ve established that.”

  His lips curved at the corners. “And you want me.”

  “Another known fact,” she said. A well-known fact, that is, but there was no need for her to point that out. “Where is this conversation going?” Because she wanted to finish it, strip him naked, and finally get him where she’d always wanted him. Oddly, a heart-shaped bed was never in her fantasies, but she was okay with improvising.

  “And I care about you. I really do.” Chase knelt before her, his eyes meeting hers. “There’s only one option.”

  Hope was back again, beating at her insides like a hyper butterfly. Caring about someone didn’t mean loving her, but Chase wasn’t the type of man to proclaim his undying devotion, especially with the daddy issues. But she could work with this. And of course, there was only one option. Cut the crap and be together. Face her brother, admit that they cared for each other, and deal with it. Together, she could prove to him that he was nothing like his dad. That he was worth everything. Then they could finally discover if there really was a fairy-tale ending for them. And of course, lots and lots of sex in the near future.

  “I agree,” she said, fighting a goofy grin that would make her look like she’d been smacked with the idiot branch.

  “Good. Great.” His shoulders relaxed. “Because this is what we both need.”

  God, did she ever need this—need him.

  Chase smiled. “And once we do it, then…things will be normal again. It’ll be over.”

  She started to nod in agreement, because she was still knee deep in her fantasy coming true, but what he said slowly sank in. Icy dread drifted over her skin. “Come again?”

  “Having sex,” he explained as he rose and leaned forward, placing his palms on either side of her thighs, caging her in. “We do it. Get it over with. Because obviously we can’t go back to things being normal until we do.”

  That horrible chilled feeling seeped through her skin, leaving her numb. “Being normal?”

  “Yeah, like things were before. We can be friends again.” He placed a large hand on her shoulder, and she flinched. Chase frowned. “No harm. No foul.”

  Madison was having a hard time processing what he was saying. How long had she waited to hear him admit that he cared for her, wanted her, and this…this was added onto the end, like a disclaimer of doom?

  An ache opened up in her chest.

  He cupped the nape of her neck, tilting her head back. He placed a kiss under her chin, the gesture so sweet and gentle tears filled her eyes.

  Because the gesture really meant nothing.

  “Say something, Maddie.” He let go, moving back onto his haunches.

  She wasn’t sure if she could say anything. A lump had formed in her throat, and it was quickly moving up. Her insides felt bruised, and when she spoke, her voice was hoarse. “So…so that’s the magical fix? We have sex to get it out of our systems?”

  “I wouldn’t call it a magical fix,” he said, head cocked to the side. “But it’s something, right?”

  It was something, all right, and no matter how badly she wanted him, it wasn’t enough. And God, did that sting like a bitch? No, it was worse than a sting. It was like being cut wide open.

  “Wow,” she murmured finally, somewhat dumbfounded. “That’s such a romantic proposition, how could I refuse?”

  His lips formed a tight line. “You don’t need to be a smartass about it.”

  She laughed, but it was brittle sound. “How am I supposed to be, Chase?”

  Standing straight, he took a step back and shook his head. “Maddie—”

  “Let me get this straight,” she said, coming to her feet. Her legs shook. Her one free hand trembled as she crossed the distance between them and stopped. “You’re worried about disrespecting Mitch by being with me and you don’t want to treat me like your dad treated your mom, but somehow, in your head, sleeping with me to get it out of your system is less offensive?”

  Chase opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Maybe he realized his mistake, but it didn’t matter. It was too late.

  Heart breaking into a million stupid little pieces, she smiled tightly. “And even if in some messed-up parallel universe where that would be okay to my brother and you, I wouldn’t ever be okay with that.”

  And then she did something she had never done in her life.

  Madison smacked him across the cheek.

  Chapter Eight

  Well, that hadn’t gone as planned. Not that Chase really had a plan. Over an hour later, his cheek was still stinging like hell and the bathroom door she had slammed shut in his face was still ringing in his ears.

  God, he’d mucked everything up in the worst kind of way.

  As he had sat on the couch, wondering how in the hell he could fix this, he’d heard the water running in the bathroom and knew she wasn’t showering again. Maddie was too proud.

  She’d turned the water on to mask her tears.

  Damn it. The last thing Chase wanted to do was hurt her and damn if he hadn’t. He felt like the worst kind of son of a bitch.

  Finally, she had emerged from the bathroom, eyes puffy but face clear as she stalked past h
im, dressed in another pretty little dress that matched the green flecks in her eyes, and left the cabin without saying a word, her spine unnaturally stiff.

  He’d tried to stop her, like he’d gone to the bathroom door several times over, but he’d said nothing, because really, what could he say now? How could he fix this? He should’ve just kept his damn mouth shut and let it go.

  By the time he stood from the couch and changed into a pair of dark slacks and a light dress shirt for the formal dinner, he was already running a few minutes late.

  Most everyone had arrived to the dining hall in the main lodge by the time Chase finally trudged in. Mitch and Lissa sat at the head of the table, side by side, holding hands. And then on either side of them were their parents, followed by the… God damn, the bridal party.

  Maddie sat, one leg primly crossed over the other, hands folded in her lap, and spine still straight. The seat beside her was empty.

  The seating was assigned.

  Squaring his shoulders, he headed to his seat, nodding in response to various greetings.

  Maddie didn’t look at him, didn’t say a word.

  He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Her jaw was tight, lips pressed into a small line.

  Across from him, Chad stood with a glass of wine in his hand. “Now that we’re all here, it’s time for a toast.”

  “And hopefully something to eat,” Mitch said, grinning. Lissa playfully smacked his arm, and he laughed. “Go ahead, Chad.”

  Chad cleared his throat melodramatically. Half the table was leaning forward, dying to hear what he was actually going to say. One never knew with him.

  “I think we can all agree that no one is surprised to be here,” he started out, raising his glass high in the air. “From the moment Mitch and Lissa met, we knew he was whipped.”

  Laughter followed, and at the head of the table, Mitch shrugged, accepting what was true. Even though the two had started off as friends, it had been obvious that Mitch had the hots for the pretty blonde.

  Chase’s gaze met his eldest brother’s. Chandler quirked an eyebrow and then glanced at Maddie.

  “Most of us were taking bets to see how long he went before asking her out.” Chad grinned at Lissa’s surprised expression. “Yep, I said a week. Chandler called two weeks, and good ole Chase said a month and a half.”

  Lissa gasped and then grinned. “Mitch asked me out when we’d known each other close to two months.” Her wide smile turned on Chase. “You won.”

  He shrugged as he toyed with the stem of his wineglass. Although a lot of eyes were on him, a lot of smiles, Maddie stared straight ahead.

  “Betting aside,” Chad went on, “we all knew that Lissa and Mitch were the real deal. No two better people could’ve met. So cheers!”

  Glasses rose and a roar of liveliness filled the room. Chase was surprised his brother had relatively behaved himself during the speech. Then it was his turn, and as the best man, he was honor-bound to humiliate his buddy, but like Chad, he kept it simple: short and sweet.

  The food arrived and the dinner progressed as it should, for the most part. Everyone around him was celebrating the union of two people who deserved it, but him? He was thrilled for them, but…

  Chase glanced at Maddie as she spoke to one of the bridesmaids.

  He was an asshole. There was no way around it, and he knew deep down that she was never going to forgive him for his offer. Not that he blamed her. It was tantamount to offering her money for sex. Worse than anything his father did.

  Appetite vanished, he pushed his plate back and tried to listen to what one of his college buds was saying. But he noted that Maddie stayed away from the wine. At least there would be no repeat of her dancing with the dickhead.

  A possessive feeling surged inside him as he recalled the guy putting his hands on her hips, lifting her off the bench. That guy had no right touching her.

  Chase sucked in a sharp breath.

  Hell, he had no right to touch her.

  When dinner was over, the party broke into small groups and he couldn’t help but notice Maddie steered straight toward her brother and family. Pressure built in his chest, like a sudden weight, settling hard.

  Knowing he needed to fix things, but not sure if he could, he felt his mood plummet from bad to shit, which wasn’t improved when Chad sauntered up to him and dropped a heavy arm over his shoulders.

  “Little brother,” he said. “You’ve got that look on your face.”

  Chase casually shrugged his brother’s arm off but took the beer he offered with his other hand. “What look?”

  “The same look you had before you knocked the crap out of Rick Summers for getting too friendly with Maddie in the car that one night.”

  Chase didn’t like where this conversation was going.

  “It’s the same look you got when Maddie was a freshman in college and some guy in your econ class said he wanted to tap that ass.”

  The muscle in Chase’s jaw started to tick. Only Chad knew about that. He’d witnessed it. Recalling the little punk and the horseshit he’d been saying pissed him off all over again.

  “And it’s the same look you got on your face last night when she was dancing with that guy,” Chad went on. He smiled when Chase sent him a look. “Yeah, I noticed. And you’ve sat through dinner like someone kicked your puppy into traffic, burned down all three of your bars, then pissed in your face and shoved a fat one up—”

  Chase laughed dryly. “I get what you’re saying.”

  “You didn’t even smile during my toast.”

  He rolled his eyes.

  “And man,” Chad said after a moment. “What did you do to Maddie? Because she had the same look on her face the entire time.”

  “It has nothing to do with Maddie.” He downed half his beer. “And I don’t want to talk about it.”

  Chad shook his head and ignored Chase’s words. “It’s always her.”

  He went stock still, staring at the bottle of beer. “Is it that obvious?” he asked on a choked breath. He expected Chad to joke with him, but he remained dead silent.

  “Yeah, it’s that obvious,” Chad said finally. “Always has been.”

  “Great.”

  Chad smiled then. “So what happened?”

  He took another long draft of his beer and then told Chad a brief, not-so-explicit version of what happened. As expected, his brother stared at him like he was the biggest kind of idiot.

  “I can’t believe you made that offer.” Shaking his head, he laughed. “What did you expect? For her to jump right on that?”

  Honestly, looking back, Chase wasn’t sure what the hell he’d expected. Somewhere between the incident in the wine cellar and seeing her in the bathtub, so absurdly sexy surrounded by bubbles, it had been the best thing he could come up with.

  Chase tugged a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

  “That’s the problem,” Chad said. “You were thinking too much.”

  Chase scowled. “That makes zero sense.”

  “You don’t get it. You’re overthinking this whole thing when you should be doing what your heart is telling you.”

  Chase busted into laughter. “Wow, been watching a lot of Oprah reruns?”

  “Shut up,” Chad said, stretching his arms over his head. Chase could tell he was uncomfortable as hell in the dress clothes. While Chase favored the nicer stuff, Chad was comfortable only in jeans.

  His brother flashed a wild grin. “Okay, how about starting to think with what’s between your legs? Either way, the Mitch thing is bullshit. You know he wouldn’t have a problem with you getting serious about Maddie. Unless you’re only interested in hitting it, and hey, I can understand that; she’s a fine piece of—”

  “Finish that sentence and I’ll shove this bottle up your ass,” Chase warned.

  Chad tipped his head back and laughed. “Yeah, so like I expected, it’s not a one-night thing, so I doubt Mitch would have a problem with it.”
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  “Let me ask you a question. If we had a sister, how would you feel if one of our friends was snooping around her skirt?”

  “That’s a bad example.” Chad folded his arms, eyes narrowing on one of the pretty bridesmaids. “Our friends suck.”

  Chase snorted.

  His brother fell silent again, another oddity for Chad. Several seconds passed. “Bro, all of us are a little fucked up.”

  “No shit.”

  Chad let out a dry laugh. “What we saw our dad do to our mother was messed up. Father was a dick, dead or alive. But you know what the messed-up thing is? That we’re still letting him screw up our lives for us, and he’s not even around.”

  Part of Chase wanted to deny it, but he couldn’t lie to his brothers. Of all people, they knew. “I’m just like him.”

  “You’re nothing like him,” Chad said heatedly. “But you make yourself like him. I don’t even know why. It’s like some kind of twisted self-fulfilling prophecy.”

  “There’s that Oprah shit again.”

  “Shut up, asshole. I’m being serious.” Chad placed his hand on Chase’s shoulder. “Out of all of us, you’re the best one and don’t even try to deny it. All your life, you’ve wanted Maddie. She’s been the one thing that kept your ass grounded and for whatever reason, you keep pushing her away.”

  This conversation was starting to go into no-man’s-land. Mainly because it was starting to make sense. “Drop it—”

  “I’m not finished. Hear me out, bro. You’re not Father. You would never treat Maddie like he treated Mom. Hell, those women you date? You even treat them better. If anything, they prove you’re not like him.”

  “What kind of effed-up logic is that?”

  Chad shot him a knowing look. “You’re not leading on a single one of them. You haven’t lied to them. You’re not married and flaunting your whores in front of your wife’s face.”

  A sharp pang of fear—of actual fear—hit him in the gut. What if he did do that? He could never forgive himself. “I’m not married. That could be the reason.”

  “You’d never do that to Maddie,” his brother said. “You know why?”