Un hombre magnífico. He could not have looked more gorgeous.
When his eyes found me, he gave me a cocky grin, knowing he looked fucking magnificent—knowing I was floored by him. The dark promise in his eyes made me melt.
He took his place beside Aleks, both men so tall and strong. The strain I’d sensed between the two had eased a little more. He clapped his brother on the back, razzing him about something.
As the wedding song began playing, I helped Rebecca to her feet. One by one, the bridesmaids walked down the aisle. When Jess traipsed by, she winked and blew me a kiss. My gaze slid to Máxim; he scowled at that. Rebecca pointed at the ceiling and whispered, “Ohhh.”
Then Tom escorted Natalie down the aisle and everyone sighed at the beautiful bride. Except Aleks. He adjusted his stance, as if he’d just caught himself from reeling.
Natalie looked totally at ease, ready to be married. To start a new life.
Even after Tom had given Natalie away and we’d all sat, Aleks still appeared awestruck by his bride. I thought his hand shook as he took hers.
I could hear Natalie say to Aleks, “You turned up hot, Siberian. I think I better put a ring on it.”
His brows drew together, and he nodded earnestly.
As I tugged Rebecca to sit, I tried not to stare at Máxim. But my eyes only wanted to look at him.
Going to a wedding like this, with a man like him, was dangerous to my heart. At every turn something reminded me of a fairy tale; how long would it be before I started yearning for one of my own?
Once the bride and groom began to exchange their heartfelt vows, Máxim pinned me with his piercing gaze. Everything else faded until I could swear we were the only ones in the room.
His expression made my breath hitch, as if he was making his own promises to me. After his confessions this morning, I knew he wanted more from me—and he was willing to bare his entire soul to get it.
But the fact remained that as of right now, I was a married woman—and I’d let him believe I wasn’t. I’d let everyone believe that.
No, I didn’t speak lies.
I just lived them.
Por Dios, don’t let Máxim catch the garter. I adjusted my sweating grip on the bride’s bouquet—the one I had caught.
Earlier, Jess had forced me into the crowd of single women vying for it. Though Polly had all but warmed up for the event and more than one girl had a fervent glimmer in her eyes, I’d been standing off to the side, feeling like an imposter, with no right to be there.
The flowers had hit my chest, dead center. If I hadn’t caught the bouquet, it would’ve fallen to the ground.
All the girls congratulated me, some more believably than others. (Really, Polly, sour grapes? Here. Take them.) Natalie had hugged me, while Jess had declared herself my wedding coordinator: “Dibs, bitches!”
Máxim had wrapped his arms around me, eyes lively. “How interesting.”
I’d plastered a smile on my face for all of them, never more aware that my life was a lie.
Everything had been going so well until then. On a back bench, I’d sat in Máxim’s lap, with our fingers intertwined. We’d talked about Rebecca’s recent drug use (about four more hours to roll, Becks), and how little I’d had to drink (champagne was dead to me), and how little he’d had to drink (“I’m a wingman. I hear these positions are to be taken seriously”), and how much his brother had relaxed now that Natalie was officially his.
Well, for a while, he’d been relaxed. Yet as the night wore on and Natalie continually teased her groom—with little glances and not-so-secretive touches—it became clear that Aleks was ready to get to the consummation of his marriage.
Now, as he knelt before Natalie to remove her garter, the desire between the two could be measured on a Richter scale. His hands shook with anticipation as he tugged down the creamy lace band.
Máxim and other single men had gathered. The swaggering devil winked at me. If I’d been single with no worries, I probably would’ve swooned. Now it was everything I could do to smile back.
When Aleks slingshot the garter over his shoulder, I watched it as if it were a Hail Mary pass. Slo-mo . . .
Máxim caught it—because of his height advantage.
Jess bustled me to a chair. “Come on, mamí and Maks!” I sat with the bouquet in my lap, and he knelt before me. Everyone crowded around, clapping and laughing.
All too happy to place the garter on me, Máxim appeared very lusty himself.
“Look at that, he’s about to get to first base,” Jess said. “You won the girl this round, Russian. But you better take care of her. I have a Taser, and I don’t know how to use it!”
When he smoothed my dress up my legs, his gaze darkened even more, and his hands began to shake no less than his brother’s had. As his touch ascended, Máxim murmured, “Do you think fate’s trying to tell us something?”
Heart. In. Throat. I stiffened against him.
He could read me so well, and knew something was up. He secured the lace above my knee, then smoothed down my dress. As would be expected, he smiled at me.
For the first time ever, he’d given me his fake smile. . . .
CHAPTER 33
“Will you please talk to me?” I asked Sevastyan shortly after we took off for Miami.
After we’d made love last night, I’d basically passed out, exhausted from maintaining a happy façade. I awakened briefly in the night and found him at the window, staring out into the dark, seeming to look at nothing. But that muscle had ticked in his jaw, and I could swear he’d looked . . . wounded.