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with such passion in his voice that no one, not even Brad, could deny the simple truth: J.C. and Eve were meant to be together.
    The realization should have hurt, Brad knew, but it didn’t. Instead, a feeling akin to relief settled low in his gut, as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he was finally free to breathe. He sucked in a lungful of night air, relishing the honeysuckle aroma as it tickled his nostrils.
    As the final words of J.C.’s vows drifted through the glade, Brad thought of Sean. He remembered the man’s genuine smile, the way his eyes glistened with barely restrained desire while Brad teased him mercilessly before finally taking him to his bed.
    He swallowed hard, his cock pulsing as a rush of heat swept over his body. In the center of the glade, J.C. was lifting Eve’s garment over her head, baring her body to the silvery moonlight and the golden glow of candlelight that shimmered in the now inky darkness.
    The shifting colors danced over her skin, hugging her curves. Tonight, the moon wasn’t full, so it posed no danger of thrusting J.C. into shape shifting chaos when he least expected it.
    Infinitely gentle, J.C. traced the flickering shadows caressing her body with his fingertips before he bent his head and claimed her mouth, again and again. One soft, incredibly tender kiss merged into the next, but when J.C. cupped Eve’s ass and pulled her to him, the gesture left no doubt as to the passion that roiled just beneath the surface of his calm demeanor.
    She responded in kind, wrapping her arms around him, pressing her breasts against his chest. Shifting in his grip, she rubbed her mound against his thigh. When J.C. pulled back, a moan escaped her lips, ringing clearly through the meadow.
    Their kisses were nothing like what he and Sean had shared. That had been fierce, primal, savage. At the time, every ounce of lust in Brad’s body had been straining to be released. He hadn’t felt that kind of intense need in years, and it frightened him more than he cared to admit.
    For an entire week, Brad had stayed away. He hadn’t called, though he’d easily managed to get Sean’s number the next night from one of the man’s friends who was a regular at the park.
    Since the royal ceremony had been all anyone talked about for the entire week, Brad had had more than enough to deal with. Besides, he wasn’t ready to analyze the reason his heart constricted with a tender ache every time he’d gazed into Sean’s eyes. There was too much innocence there, too much temptation. He yearned to teach Sean everything about loving another man, and the thought disturbed him.
    He’d always fallen too fast, too hard, too soon. First Ali, then J.C. The wounds were still too raw. Worse yet, he realized as his thoughts continued to follow this uneasy path, he wasn’t sure he could resist Sean’s unique brand of temptation. That alone was reason enough to stay away.
    J.C.’s mouth followed its own path down Eve’s neck. It lingered on the spot between her collarbones, then swept down her breasts and lower still, over her flat stomach, dipping into her navel, and pausing at the entrance to her glistening pussy.
    J.C. knelt in front of his bride and parted her labia with his thumbs. As Brad watched, the throbbing heat flooding his groin made him think of only one thing: tasting Sean’s cock.
    J.C.’s tongue swept over Eve’s flushed pussy lips. She tilted her head back and tangled her fingers in his hair, nudging his mouth closer to her cunt.
    Brad sucked in a breath. His heart raced violently and he silently cursed himself for not taking the opportunity to sample Sean’s masculine flavor when he’d had the chance. He’d been so enthralled by being in control for once, he hadn’t given enough thought to Sean’s needs.
    J.C.’s tongue worked faster, delving deep within Eve’s slit. Her juices coated his chin when he paused for a moment to flick her clit with his thumb. Eve gasped, her moans