Rhys
Seeing Kayden on stage that night blew away every trace of my stress. I was so proud that he was mine.
Proud to be standing here, about to marry someone so breathtakingly beautiful.
When the music started and he began to move, my breath caught in my throat.
I was instantly thrown back to the first time I saw him again after all those years—that sudden, overwhelming pull, the exact moment I realized I was utterly captivated by him.
Tonight was on a whole different level.
Every slow roll of his shoulders, every fluid twist of his waist under the royal-blue mesh accentuating his bump, made a tight heat coil low in my gut.
I stood back off to the side, my eyes locked on him as a sudden bulge pressed heavily against the front of my trousers.
All I could think about was dragging him off that stage, pinning him down against the nearest flat surface, and taking my time with him until he was breathless and completely undone under me.
