Secret Regrets (Living For Today #2) by Megan C. Smith Read Free Book Online Page B

him in his Navy uniform and offering themselves up on a platter. As his eyes met mine, a smile grew on his face, making his green eyes sparkle. On second thought, maybe that was the effects of the alcohol in his hand.
    “I want you,” Bryant’s husky voice whispered in my ear, making my skin cover in goose bumps. I felt my body come alive and beg for his touch as he nuzzled.
    “I want you too, but if we leave, Leslie will kill us.”
    A growl came from Bryant’s throat, and his hands ran over my body. “Let me worry about the logistics of this,” he confidently said. He turned and pulled me toward the door leading out of the reception. On the way out, he stopped to whisper God knows what in the ear of another one of Grant’s groomsmen, although, judging by the smug expression on his face as his eyes moved to me, I could easily guess.
    Bryant pulled me quickly into a side room, giving me just a moment to glance around long enough to realize this was where the guys had gotten ready before the wedding. Before I had time to turn back to him, he slammed me against the wall, knocking the wind from my lungs as his mouth came down on my own. He used his hips to hold me against the wall, and his hands skimmed down my dress till they reached the hem and then pushed it up my legs.
    “Now. Rose. I want you now!” Bryant’s gruff voice demanded.
    My brain tried desperately to formulate a response, but his hand on my hip and the other skimming my lace panties made it impossible.
    “I’m yours. I will always be yours,” I finally managed to mumble out as he dipped his fingers inside me.
    Bryant’s mouth came back to mine. He kissed me senseless, and I attempted to unfasten his pants and remove the barriers between our bodies, desperate to get my fill of Bryant, to give him what he so obviously wanted.
    A nice quick romp later, we both were smiling like school kids as we snuck our way back into the reception. Scanning the room, I saw Leslie talking with Jordan. I headed that way and could feel my muscles aching all over. I smiled to myself as Leslie and Jordan looked to me.
    “Well, don’t you just look satisfied!” Leslie teased, making me turn a brilliant shade of red.
    Jordan looked me over, making me run my hands down my dress to ensure my appearance wasn’t a disaster.
    “Hello, Mrs. Archer.” Leaning in, I gave Leslie a hug. “Where is the mister?”
    With a laugh, and obviously knowing I was redirecting the conversation, Leslie pointed her finger in the direction of the outdoor bar where Grant and Bryant were celebrating with the groomsmen with a scotch and cigar.
    “And why aren’t you celebrating with the boys?” I asked Jordan.
    “That is just not where my interest lies,” Jordan smoothly replied with a debonair wink.
    Someone grabbed Leslie’s attention, and I felt the brush of Jordan’s hand as he grasped mine and tugged me toward a corner.
    “Jordan, what are you doing?” I nervously asked.
    He turning quickly back to me, and I could see the concern in Jordan’s tear-filled eyes as he searched me over. “Are you okay? I heard about the accident. Oh my God, Rose. I wanted to come. So. Bad. But I couldn’t leave training,” he explained, reaching out and caressing the scar on my forehead. “Grant told me that you and Bryant were reconnecting.” He changed course quickly, mentally giving me whiplash trying to keep up with his train of thought. “Rose, it’s not smart. I don’t want to see you hurt by him again. He is trouble.”
    Putting my hand up to stop the words that were spilling out of his mouth, I was stunned. I thought we had moved past all this in college when I’d run off to Italy. “Jordan, I need you to respect my decision. Bryant has my heart, always has, always will. You know that.”
    Shaking his head, Jordan started to argue when Bryant wrapped his hands around me from behind and pulled me into him. “Hey, man. Long time. How is the Navy treating you?”
    Stiffening his jaw,