Chapter 4
Mark Pov
I zipped up my pants in the dressing room, still catching my breath from that quick makeout session with Sarah, the bridesmaid who had been eyeing me all through the rehearsal dinner last night.
She was hot, with her tight little dress and those lips that sucked like a vacuum, but now she was straightening her skirt, giving me a sly grin as she fixed her smeared lipstick in the mirror.
“That was fun, Mark, but I should get back out there before someone notices I’m gone,” she said, her voice all casual like we had not just been grinding against each other some minutes ago.
I nodded, smirking back, feeling that post hookup buzz still humming through my body, my c**k half hard in my boxers from how she had been stroking it through the trousers.
“Yeah, go on, I wil
