WEDDING WEEKEND

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: WEDDING WEEKEND

The Napa Valley vineyard glowed under the golden California sun as guests mingled on the sprawling lawn. Lila stood beside Elias, her hand resting lightly on his arm.

Her family was completely convinced. They even started saying they'd be the ones to get married next.

“You two are adorable,” her aunt cooed for the third time. “How did you meet again?”

Elias smiled smoothly, pulling Lila closer. “Mutual friends. I saw her across the room and knew I had to talk to her.”

Lila leaned into him, smiling up at him like she was madly in love. In reality, her heart was racing for an entirely different reason. Elias’s hand rested possessively on her lower back, his thumb tracing small circles that sent heat straight between her legs.

The fake touches were starting to feel far too real.

During the ceremony, Elias kept his arm around her waist. When the couple kissed, he leaned down and brushed his lips against her temple. Lila shivered.

“You’re really selling this,” she whispered.

“I’m not selling anything,” he murmured back. “I’m enjoying myself.”

The reception was where things got dangerous.

The wine flowed freely. Lights twinkled in the trees. Elias pulled her onto the dance floor for a slow song, his body pressed against hers. One hand rested on her lower back, the other held hers. They moved together like they had done this a hundred times before.

“You’re good at this,” Lila said, looking up at him.

“So are you,” he replied, his eyes dark. “A little too good.”

The song ended, but he didn’t let her go. Instead, he guided her away from the crowd, toward a secluded path lined with lanterns.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Somewhere private.”

He led her to a small gazebo overlooking the vineyard. The moment they were alone, the tension snapped.

Elias backed her against the wooden post and kissed her like he’d been waiting all night. His mouth was hungry and demanding. His hands slid down her body, gripping her ass and pulling her against his growing hardness.

Lila moaned into the kiss, her hands fisting his shirt.

“What are we doing ?she gasped when they broke apart.

“Tell me to stop then,” he challenged, kissing down her neck.

She didn’t.

Elias’s hand slipped under her dress, finding her already soaked panties. He pushed them aside and slid two fingers inside her.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groaned against her neck.

Lila whimpered, riding his fingers as he pumped them in and out of her. His thumb circled her clit while he sucked on her neck, marking her.

“Someone might see,” she whispered, even as she rocked against his hand.

“Let them,” he growled.

He dropped to his knees, pushed her dress up, and buried his face between her thighs. Lila gripped his hair, moaning loudly as he brought her to the edge fast.

She came hard, biting her lip to muffle her cry as her thighs shook around his head.

Elias stood up, unzipped his pants, and freed his thick cock. He lifted her, pinned her against the post, and thrust into her in one deep stroke.

Lila cried out, wrapping her legs around him as he fucked her hard against the gazebo. Each powerful thrust slammed her back against the wood. Her dress was bunched around her waist, her breasts spilling out of her top.

“God, you feel perfect,” he groaned, pounding into her.

They came together. Lila clenching around him as she moaned his name, Elias burying himself deep and filling her with his release.

They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard.

Elias kissed her softly. “This doesn’t feel fake anymore.”

Lila didn’t answer.

She was starting to think the same thing.

The rest of the weekend was a blur of stolen moments and growing intimacy.

They danced at the reception. They snuck away during the after-party for another round in their suite. By the time Sunday morning arrived, the line between fake and real had completely vanished.

On the flight home, Elias held her hand the entire time.

And Lila realized she didn’t want the weekend to end.