White Collar Wedding by Parker Kincade Read Free Book Online Page B

pants weren’t creeping anywhere they shouldn’t. He had no reason to keep shifting his weight or reaching to adjust his tie.
    He’d waited a lifetime for this. For Lauren.
    His wait was almost over.
    Gavin glanced to his left and met the smiles of the men who stood shoulder to shoulder with him. Gavin’s chest swelled at the support his brothers had shown him the last few months. Even though he wanted to kick their asses at times—Jared’s more often than not these days—he was proud, honored to have Pax, Clay, and Jared, as well as his brother-in law, Trevor, stand up with him.
    Across the aisle, Lauren’s two girlfriends from New York stood with his twin sister Erin. The combined colors of their dresses made him think of falling leaves and autumn hayrides. Erin caught him staring and tossed him a wink. He returned it with a smirk.
    Sweet Jesus, wasn’t it time to start?
    His gaze darted over the crowd. Lauren’s mom offered him a tearful smile. The woman hadn’t stopped crying since she’d arrived three days ago. Gavin had been convinced she had some sort of medical condition, but Lauren assured him it was normal for a mom to cry a lot when their only daughter got married. He decided it was best to take her word for it.
    His own parents beamed from the front row, just a few feet in front of him. Family and friends filled the rest of the chairs, carefully lined up in the meadow behind his parents’ house. The weather had provided for a perfect fall afternoon, and promised a mild Texas night to come.
    Gavin checked his watch.
    A heavy hand clapped his shoulder and squeezed. Pax’s amused voice whispered over his shoulder. “Relax, brother. She’ll be walking down the aisle before you know it.”
    Gavin’s gaze zeroed in on the billowy tent set off to the side, waiting for the woman who was about to become his wife to emerge.
    His wife.
    God, he loved the sound of that.
    After an eternity of waiting, the soft tinkling of music drifted through the air. Gavin squared his shoulders, and smoothed his tie for the umpteenth time.
    This was it.
    His heart melted when Amber, his two—almost three—year-old niece came into view. Jade guided her down the aisle as Amber’s tiny fingers sprinkled yellow and cream colored rose petals on the ground. When they reached him, Gavin bent to kiss his youngest sister on the cheek and then scooped Amber into a hug.
    “You’re as pretty as a princess,” he whispered.
    Amber’s tiny arms tightened around his neck. “I dropped flowers like you said.”
    Gavin kissed her baby-soft cheek. “You did an excellent job, too. Now, go with Jade to stand next to your momma. And don’t forget to save me a dance for later.”
    The music changed as he placed Amber back on her feet. He counted on Jade to get her where she needed to go, because his gaze was glued to the tent.
    The crowd stood.
    Gavin’s breath caught as Lauren stepped from the tent.
    She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He took in every inch of her as she approached. His body responded to the subtle sway of her hips. His muscles tensed at the sight of her cleavage, the sleek lines of her bare arms. He really shouldn’t be thinking about how she’d taste if— when —he put his mouth on her.
    Get a grip, Gav.
    A knowing smile spread her glossy lips and he swore she slowed down, prolonging the time until he could touch her.
    Good thing all eyes were on his stunning bride. He had about fifteen seconds to get his shit under control before she reached him. Gavin had known Reverend Moore his whole life. He didn’t relish facing the man while sporting a hard-on.
    Gavin focused on Lauren’s eyes.
    He read the joy and love in her gaze, and grinned like an idiot. He reached for her too soon, but he didn’t care. Arm outstretched, he’d wait as long as it took.
    Five … four … three … two … her hand slid into his. Her touch electrified him. Gave him purpose. Gave him life.
    And within moments, she was