Book 3 in the Wedding Belles Series.Zoe Fortunato was getting married to the man of her dreams. Right? Wasn’t Brad everything she’d ever wanted? Then why did she invite her old boyfriend to the wedding and daydream about threesomes she’d had in the past?
When Brad McCoy, the hunky groom, asks her why she’s so edgy the night before the wedding, she digs up the courage to tell him. She wants one last fling with Clay. And him. Both of them bringing her to orgasm every way possible. But will Clay agree to be “borrowed”?
When Brad McCoy, the hunky groom, asks her why she’s so edgy the night before the wedding, she digs up the courage to tell him. She wants one last fling with Clay. And him. Both of them bringing her to orgasm every way possible. But will Clay agree to be “borrowed”?
The Wedding Belles Series
An Excerpt From: SOMETHING BORROWED
Copyright © DESIREE HOLT, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Chapter One
“Vodka martini, very dry,” Zoe Fortunato told the bartender. “Grey Goose, please.”
“Good choice,” he acknowledged and set about mixing her drink.
Zoe took a sip of her vodka martini, hoping it would calm the jitters she was doing her best to hide. She looked around the lobby bar in the Republic of Texas Hotel. Although it was barely five thirty it was already jammed with people beginning their weekend celebration. Many of them were here for her own celebration—her wedding to Brad McCoy. A wedding she’d been anticipating for weeks. Tonight was the dinner for out-of-towners, more than sixty people who’d come from so many places to see the two of them married.
She was still looking around when her mother slipped off the bar stool where she’d been sitting and headed out of the bar, a look of irritation on her face. Zoe grabbed her arm when Raine Fortunato would have just walked past.
“Mom? What’s the problem? And don’t tell me nothing because I’ve seen that look on your face before.”
“It is nothing,” Raine insisted.
“Then why are you chewing your lip? That’s your ‘tell’, you know.”
Raine sighed. “Okay, okay. I don’t want to upset you the day before the wedding but why did you tell him I was attracted to him?”
Zoe swallowed a smile. Just what she’d expected. “Tell who?” She put a look of innocence on her face.
“Scott McCoy, your almost brother-in-law,” she snapped. “That’s who. Zoe, how could you?”
Zoe set her drink down and took her mother’s hands. “Because I knew you wouldn’t. Since Dad passed away you don’t take what you want any longer. You wait for it to come to you.”
“I don’t,” her mother protested, only there wasn’t much force behind the words.
“You do,” Zoe insisted. “The real Raine Fortunato is a damn gutsy broad. But for almost three years, she’s been hibernating. I thought I would help lure her out of her cave.”
Raine lifted both brows at her daughter. “With fresh meat?”
Zoe tipped her head to one side. “A nice hunky serving, right?”
“Absolutely.” Raine sighed. “I just wish you’d, you know, let things take their natural course.”
Zoe grinned. “From where I sit it looked like that was exactly what was happening.” She picked up her drink and took a healthy swallow. “Go for it, Mom. It’s time you got a life again.”
“But what about the fact that he’s the brother of your future husband and younger than I am?”
“So? If I don’t mind, why should you?”
Raine smiled. “Did I teach you to be assertive or was that your father?”
“Both. But I am very much like you, Mom.”
“How’s that?”
“I have to examine closely when it’s good for me to be bold, and when it might destroy everything I’ve got.”
Her mother’s expression suddenly turned thoughtful. “Are you talking about me or you, Zoe? Because I’m getting the feeling that something’s really bothering you.”
“No. Not at all.” Another swallow of the icy liquid. “Just…wanting to make sure everything goes okay tonight and tomorrow.”
Raine cocked her head. “You and Brad are okay, right? Because, Zoe, if you’re having doubts it’s okay to call a halt to things. Better now than later.”
Zoe put down her drink, slid off her stool and hugged her mother. “Everything is fine, Mom. Really. Go on, now. I know you want to check on last-minute details for the dinner.”
“If you say so, sweetie.” Raine hugged her back. “I’ll see you in a little bit.” She walked away, obviously lost in thought.
Good. Let her think about Scott. She won’t be so focused on me.
Zoe’s friend, Brina, was flirting with one of the groomsmen at a corner table, and Zoe was waiting for her fiancé to check into his suite and come downstairs to meet her.
She took another sip of her cocktail and tried to force a calmness that kept eluding her. She wanted to think that what she was feeling was just pre-wedding nerves but a dark sensation curled low in her tummy was telling her otherwise. And she wasn’t sure exactly how to deal with it. She’d been doing her best to hide it from Brad—and everyone else—and she could only hope she was successful. Because she sure as hell hadn’t been hiding it from herself. And every time the unwanted thoughts popped into her mind her pussy clenched, her nipples hardened and her breasts ached.
There’s something wrong with me. There has to be. I’m marrying a hot guy I love to distraction.
But…her inner voice shouted.
Yes, there was always that but.
Thinking about that but made liquid trickle into her thong and the walls of her cunt quiver with need and hunger. She closed her eyes and vivid images chased across her brain, tightening a coil of lust low in her belly. She had to physically restrain herself from moaning aloud.
Strong fingers massaging her neck startled her and made her jump, spilling part of her drink.
“Oh, hey.” Brad’s deep, warm voice. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” He grabbed some bar napkins and mopped up the liquid, then signaled the bartender. “Let me get you another one.”
“No, no, it’s all right. I’m fine.” Fine. Right. Having erotic daydreams in a public place.
Zoe squeezed her thighs together, as if Brad could actually see the thrumming in her hot, little pussy. Or worse yet, smell the scent of her arousal. But he just finished wiping up the rest of the spilled drink, one warm hand resting on her back. A contact that, especially in her present state, sent shards of electricity zinging through her, zapping all the little nerve endings she was trying so hard to tamp down.
Brad kissed her cheek then licked the shell of her ear. “You look like you’re deep in thought.”
“Just thinking about you. Us.”
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