Wedding Knight (An Impossible Series Short Story) by Julia Sykes Read Free Book Online Page A

funny.”
    Kennedy chuckled. “Actually, it is.” He pulled a long strip of black cloth from his pocket.
    “No fucking way,” I ground out. “You are not blindfolding me.”
    He grinned. “Watch me.”
    I tried to get leverage on my feet. The back legs of the chair lifted a few inches off the floor before Dex’s and Clayton’s hands gripped my shoulders, pushing me back down. They both laughed, as though this was the most fun they’d had in ages.
    “I’m going to kick all your asses.”
    “Yeah,” Derek smirked. “Good luck with that.”
    Kennedy was behind me. The black cloth dropped over my eyes, and he quickly knotted it at the back of my head.
    “Worst bachelor party ever,” I growled. “You just wait until I get out of this.”
    “You’re acting like a total brat, you know,” Kennedy drawled.
    I snarled again, making a fruitless attempt to wrench my hands free. The cuffs bit into my wrists.
    “Now you know how your poor subbie feels,” Dex’s voice rumbled with mirth.
    “Is that what this is?” I demanded. “You’re trying to teach me some sort of fucking lesson? Joke’s over.”
    “Not yet,” Clayton sounded even more amused than Dex. “We haven’t even gotten to the fun part. Derek,” he addressed the club owner, “I think we need some music.”
    Immediately, a track with a deep, sensual beat filled the empty club. I didn’t have a damn clue what was going on. Fucking blindfold. Fucking cuffs.
    Fucking former friends.
    Then I scented a heavy, floral perfume. With my sight taken, my other senses were heightened, and the smell was quite strong. I didn’t recognize it.
    Body heat washed over me, and the unmistakable feel of a woman’s thighs straddling mine registered.
    “You did not get me a stripper,” I growled at the guys.
    “Sorry to break it to you, but we totally did,” Reed sounded far too pleased with himself.
    The woman rolled her body against mine, her breasts grazing across my chest. I could feel her hardened nipples through my t-shirt, and her lips touched the side of my neck.
    I would know those lush lips and pert little peaks anywhere. I’d felt them against me often enough, toyed with them mercilessly. She might have tried to mask her usual light, fresh scent, but I wasn’t fooled.
    I suppressed a savage grin. I’d play along for the time being. I didn’t at all mind allowing my fiancée to give me a lap dance.
    She rubbed herself across my thighs, the heat of her pussy sinking through my jeans.
    “You know I only want Lydia,” I protested loudly, trying to keep my frown fixed in place. “Sorry, honey, but you’d better back off before I do something we’ll both regret.”
    She giggled and continued to rock her hips against me.
    So she was enjoying teasing me? I couldn’t have that.
    She ground her pussy against my dick, and I instantly hardened in response. She let out an angry little gasp, and the blindfold was suddenly ripped away.
    Gorgeous blue-green eyes glared down at me through narrowed dark lashes.
    I grinned up at her. “Hi, sweetheart.”
    Her mouth popped open, and she lightly slapped my chest. “You knew it was me!” she exclaimed. “That wasn’t funny.”
    “You know I wouldn’t get aroused for another woman,” I said gently, brushing a tender kiss across her pretty pink lips. “But you shouldn’t have teased me. Guys,” I barked out. “Un-cuff me so I can punish my naughty little sub.”
    She pushed off me, shaking her head and backing away. Kennedy stepped behind her, catching her upper arms and trapping her. Clayton unlocked the cuffs.
    I stood and prowled toward her slowly, drawing out the tension. Her eyes widened, and she tugged against Kennedy’s hold.
    “This was your idea!” she protested, looking around wildly at my friends. “You can’t let him punish me!”
    Kennedy winked at me and guided Lydia into my waiting arms. “Congratulations, kid. Enjoy your present.”
    Lydia’s eyes were huge in her delicate face. Her