“Hey,” Kat teases, looking so beautiful in her dress that I have a hard time taking my eyes off her. “You’re daydreaming.”
“Can you blame me?” I ask, taking in her peach colored curves. We’re in the back, there’s still time before the ceremony starts, and I’m helping her with last-minute adjustments. “This sort of thing . . . let’s face it, I get off on this sort of stuff.”
Kat smiles, and turns to snuggle against me. She’s not perfect, she’s flawed and there’s always going to be those little dark places in her heart. But they’re fading day by day in the light of our love, pure and never-ending. “You big softie.”
“Hey, I did my cardio last night.” I tease back with a wink. “At least, you didn’t complain then.”
Kat chuckles and hugs me tighter. “Okay, time to get ready. You’re sitting up front, right?”
“Right,” I reply, giving her another squeeze. “In fact, if I want that prime seat . . . tell your mom to have fun today. And tell Jess that you’re a far hotter bridesmaid than she is.”
Kat smiles, and pats my chest. “Go on, no need to kiss my . . . well, not right now at least.”
I laugh and head into the sanctuary, settling into a seat in the second row on the bride’s side. I’ve come to know most of Kat’s family, and I’m sure I’d be accepted in the front row if I asked, but I guess I’m still sort of old-fashioned that way. Front row is for family only.
The church fills up, and when the music starts I stand along with everyone else to turn and watch the procession. When Kat comes down the aisle my mouth goes dry she’s so stunning, even though I just saw her earlier. The sunlight streams through the high stained glass window behind her, making her hair glow with inner health and beauty, truly my angel.
Watching her, the peach fades, replaced with white and lace, and I imagine her walking toward me. Yeah, according to stereotypes women are supposed to be the ones who fantasize about weddings . . . but I’m fine being a romantic at heart. Maybe that’s why I’m so good at being the Love Whisperer. In fact, that makes me more than fine with being romantic, I’m damn proud of it.
During the whole ceremony, I know that Kat’s mom and her man say things, but my eyes never leave Kat, even after Jessie catches me staring and smirks, elbowing her little sister.
At the reception, as soon as I can I have Kat in my arms on the dance floor, swaying to a slow song from back in the day. I’m not downing it, hell, I’ve played a little Vanessa Williams on The Love Whisperer from time to time myself
“You know . . . you’re the most beautiful woman in the room,” I tell her as we move to the music.
“Thank you,” Kat replies. “Although you should occasionally blink. It’ll help with those love goggles you’ve got on.”
I laugh lightly, and pull her in tight, lowering my voice intentionally, adding a little growl of gravel to the velvety smoothness so that it vibrates against her ear. “And that dress is something else. Makes me wonder what you’ve got on underneath it.”
Kat casually shimmies in my arms, winking. “Is that a question? Remember that red set with the cami and boy shorts?”
My eyes glaze over as I think of that special set. Sure, we’ve bought other, sexier sets together, but that first set we played together with, the way I’d slipped the strap off her honeyed skin with my teeth . . . it’s special. My cock thickens in my pants, and I nod softly.
Kat sees I’m in la-la land and chuckles. “Well, this dress is way too strappy and low-cut for that . . . or any bra at all. But those boy shorts, the ones you love because they show the bottom curve on the outside of my cheeks and are so sheer you can see every bit of my pussy? I’ve got on those . . . and nothing else.”
“Fuck, Kitty Kat,” I groan, pulling her closer. “Every damn day, you know just how to drive me wild. Your mom and Bob better cut the damn cake or I’m sneaking you out of here early for another peek and nibble of that delectable ass.”
“Well, I suppose you could have some frosting . . . before your dessert,” she purrs. “But I’m thinking the same thing as you.”
Kat
“So everyone, that wraps up another evening. I’d like to thank everyone for joining me, Derrick King, for The Love Whisperer. I’ll be taking a few days off, but don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of stuff recorded for you. Tomorrow’s show is a special episode on weddings: the good, the bad, the Bridezillas. So, until I’m back, love yourself and each other. Goodnight.”