The ceremony was at four.
I stood at the altar in the white dress, veil down, Cole’s morning load still warm around the plug I’d pushed in before I left the house. Liam smiled at me like I was the only thing he’d ever wanted. I said the vows. He slid the ring onto my finger. When he kissed me I tasted champagne and mint and felt my cunt clench around the mess his best man had left hours earlier.
The reception blurred. Photos. Toasts. Cole stood beside Liam the whole time, easy smile, hand brushing mine when he passed me a glass. Under the table during dinner his fingers found my thigh, slid higher, and pressed against the base of the plug through the thin fabric of the dress. I kept my face calm and let Liam hold my hand.
We got to the hotel suite after midnight. Liam was drunk and happ
