5. Sutton

five

Sutton

I don't know what was worse, waking up wrapped in Ryan's arms with his hard cock pressing into the middle of my back only to have him jerk awake and jump out of bed like it was on fire. Or having him in the bridal shop while I try on wedding gowns. Both are extremely depressing.

We were only supposed to verify the correct wedding dresses and tuxedos before having them delivered to the hotel, but the saleswoman talked me into trying on wedding gowns. I'm on my fifth gown when Ryan declares this one the winner. "That one. It's perfect for your figure." Ryan takes a sip of the mimosa the sales clerk offers him.

"You don't think my boobs will fall out of it if I move too fast?" I twist from the left, then to the right, watching in the mirror to see if my theory is correct when I catch Ryan's eyes in the mirror that seem to be burning with what can only be described as untamed lust. That can't be right. I quickly look away. I must be imagining things.

"If you have the right strapless bra and with a tuck here and a tuck there or some strategically placed double stick tape on them, those babies won't move an inch." The saleswoman and I share a laugh at the pain and torture women go through in the name of beauty until Ryan's stern voice ends our laughter.

"You'll do no such thing. You will not put tape on any part of your lovely body." He sets the mimosa glass on the coffee table before leaping off the couch like a leopard stalking its prey. "We'll get the best seamstress who will make sure they're safely and comfortably resting inside the gown without fear of them falling out." Ryan reaches a hand out, almost touching the fabric covering my breasts before snatching it back.

I'm too stunned by his outburst to say anything. Unfortunately, the saleswoman doesn't have the same problem, "I thought you said you two were just friends." She says in a loud stage whisper. "You know it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her gown before the wedding."

"It's okay—I'm not his bride," I tell her. At the same time, Ryan says something that almost sounds like "not yet."

Feeling overwhelmed by what just happened, I hurry to the dressing room and remove the dress. I stay in the dressing room longer than necessary, but I need a few minutes to process what happened. Plus, I'm not ready to leave the wedding dress behind for another lucky woman to wear on her wedding day.

A light knocking pulls me from my thoughts as the saleswoman opens the door, "Is it okay if I come in?" she pokes her head in, and I nod. "I know it's none of my business, but you two don't look like just friends." I open my mouth to deny her claim when she holds up a hand to stop me. "Like I said, it's none of my business, but I wanted to let you know we have a five-day hold period for all wedding gowns." She winks before leaving me alone with the idea of buying the wedding gown even if I don't have a groom.

It's not a bad idea. I'll need a wedding gown someday, and I love this one—and not just because Ryan likes it.

With my mind made up, I change into my regular clothes and go to the front of the store, where Ryan waits for me so we can move on to the next destination on our wedding to-do list. The saleswoman smiles and tilts her head in a questioning manner. I smile and give her a quick nod, conveying the message that I want her to hold on to the wedding dress for a few days.

A girl can dream, can't she?

"What's next on our wedding to-do list?" I paste a bright smile on my face, making sure Ryan doesn't see the sadness lurking just below the surface.

He doesn't speak for a few seconds, giving me a thoughtful look before finally looking at the piece of paper in his hand, "The bakery. Lucy and Seth want basic vanilla for the wedding cake but want us to pick out flavors for the smaller cakes at each table." He hands me the list, and our fingers brush every so lightly, causing a burst of wetness between my legs, dampening my panties.

I snatch the paper from his hand, using it as an excuse to get my hormones under control. "We'd better hurry up so we can complete the list." I lift my hand and wave the list in the air as I walk out the front door of the bridal shop, with the distinct sound of the saleswoman's laughter following us.