Chapter 7 My Bestfriend's Bride - One

• My Bestfriend's Bride
• CHAPTER 01
• I should have been glowing. That’s what brides are supposed to do the night before their wedding—smile through the nerves, laugh with friends, sip champagne like everything’s perfect.
• But my smile felt stiff. My fingers hurt from clenching the bouquet during rehearsal. And my thoughts? They weren’t about Michael—my fiancé, my soon-to-be husband. They were about Daniel.
• His best man. His best friend.
• All night, I’d felt Daniel’s eyes on me—hot, heavy, and unrelenting. He hadn’t said much, but that was worse. Silence from Daniel wasn’t emptiness. It was tension coiled so tight it made my stomach flip.
• After the dinner, I escaped outside, heels clicking on the stone patio as I hugged myself against the cool night air.
• “Running away already?” a voice drawled behind me.
• I froze. Slowly turned. There he was, leaning in the doorway, tie loosened, suit jacket slung over one arm. Daniel. Looking like temptation wrapped in tailored fabric.
• “I needed air,” I said, a little too quickly. “It’s overwhelming in there.”
• His gaze held mine, steady and unreadable. “Overwhelming. That’s one word for it.”
• I swallowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
• Daniel pushed off the wall, closing the distance between us until the scent of his cologne—dark, smoky—wrapped around me. He shrugged, casual on the surface but with eyes that burned. “Just seems to me… you’ve been wearing that smile like armor all night.”
• My breath caught. He saw through me. Of course he did. Daniel had always seen me, even before Michael and I had gotten serious. Maybe too well.
• I tried to deflect. “You’re imagining things.”
• He tilted his head, studying me. “Am I? Because every time your fiancé touched you tonight, you looked like you were somewhere else. With someone else.”
• Heat rushed to my cheeks, shame and desire tangled up in one messy knot. “Daniel…” I warned.
• He stepped closer, close enough that I had to tilt my chin up to keep his eyes. “Tell me I’m wrong, and I’ll walk away right now.”
• I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
• His voice dropped, rough and quiet. “That’s what I thought.”
• The silence between us was deafening. I should have moved, should have ended this before it began. But when his hand came up, thumb brushing my jaw, every ounce of resolve I had crumbled.
• “Tomorrow, you’ll be his,” Daniel whispered. “But tonight…”
• And I hated myself for it, but I wanted exactly what he was offering.
• So when he leaned in, I didn’t stop him. I kissed him back.
• His mouth crushed against mine, hard and hungry, nothing like the careful kisses Michael gave me. This was raw. Possessive. Wrong.
• I moaned into him, clutching his shirt as if holding on for dear life. My body betrayed me, arching into his heat. His hands slid down to my hips, gripping hard enough to bruise.
• “Fuck,” Daniel muttered against my lips, dragging me back against the wall of the hotel garden. “I shouldn’t be doing this.”
• “Then stop,” I whispered, breathless.
• But he didn’t. Neither did I.
• His mouth moved down my throat, teeth grazing skin, making me shiver. My head fell back against the wall as his hand slipped under my dress, dragging it up my thighs. Cool night air licked against my skin.
• “Bare?” he rasped, fingers brushing over my soaked folds.
• “Yes,” I gasped, shame and thrill flooding me.
• He groaned, low and guttural. “You’re killing me.”
• Then his fingers plunged inside me—rough, relentless—while his other hand clamped over my mouth to stifle my moans. I bucked against him, clutching at his shoulders, body already unraveling from the sheer intensity.
• “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growled into my ear. “Not for him. For me.”
• I whimpered against his hand, the truth of it slamming into me.
• He freed himself with his other hand, cock hard, hot, and heavy against my thigh. My eyes widened, but he didn’t give me time to think.
• Daniel spun me, pressing me chest-first against the rough stone wall, yanking my hips back. My dress bunched at my waist. His cock pressed against me once, twice, then he shoved inside with one deep thrust.
• I bit back a cry, the stretch burning and blinding all at once.
• “god, yes,” he gritted out, fucking into me with brutal, punishing thrusts. Each drive of his hips slammed me into the wall, my palms splayed against the stone.
• “Daniel—!” I gasped, voice breaking.
• He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me tighter against him. “Say my name again. Louder.”
• “Daniel!”
• The night air carried it, sinful and raw.
• His pace grew faster, harder, reckless. The risk of being caught, of someone stepping outside and seeing us like this, only spurred me closer to the edge. His hand snaked down to my clit, rubbing circles that sent sparks shooting through me.
• “Come for me,” he demanded, voice rough. “Come on my cock before you walk down that aisle tomorrow.”
• The filthy command shattered me. Pleasure ripped through my body, my walls clamping around him, pulling him deeper.
• Daniel groaned, hips jerking as he came inside me, filling me hot and thick. He held me there, pinned against the wall, grinding the last drops into me as if marking me.
• When he finally pulled out, I sagged against the stone, dress wrinkled, legs trembling. His release slid down my thigh, sticky evidence of our sin.
• Daniel tucked himself back in, breath ragged. He leaned close, lips brushing my ear. “He’ll never fuck you like I just did.”
• And god help me… I knew he was right.