One Wild Wedding Night_ Three-Way - Leslie Kelly [1]
“Look out, Chicago , horny bridesmaids are on the prowl.”
“I don’t imagine too much can happen since Gloria’s with them.” Gloria was happily married to Nick’s oldest brother. The mother of three had seemed relieved when her husband had offered to take their boys home so she could enjoy the night on the town with the rest of the bridesmaids. “She’ll play chaperone.”
“Oh, right. Chaperone to a lawyer, a bookkeeper, a stripper and a Rockette.”
“You got something against strippers and Rockettes?” she asked, cocking a challenging brow.
He had finished working her sleeves open and slid around behind her to start on the long row of tiny buttons up the back of the dress. As he slid each one free, he kissed the tiny bit of skin revealed, sliding his lips over each of her verte-brae with heart-pounding restraint and sensuality.
“Uh-uh, Cookie. Some of my favorite people are strippers and Rockettes.”
She dropped her head forward, sighing as he continued to undress her. Conversation was the last thing she wanted. Thoughts of her bridesmaids began to fade.
But before thrusting the whole subject out of her head altogether, she reassured them both. “They’ll be fine. They’re grown women, they’re not driving, and they’re in a group. What could possibly happen?”
Chapter 1
“Oh, god, is that the fire alarm? We’ve got to get out of here. Is that smoke? I think I smell smoke!”
There was no smoke, Mia Natale instantly realized. Not unless you counted the steam rising off the skid marks the customers near the door had made when the fire alarm started wailing. The club was emptying rapidly.
“We have to get out of here…we’ll be crushed, stampeded!”
Leave it to Gloria to go nuts in a crisis. Mia sighed, not sure whether to argue that there was no smoke, or just push her sister’s melodramatic, married butt toward the door.
Vanessa saved her from having to make the decision. “Follow me,” she announced. The woman was tall—Amazonian—almost six feet without the bridesmaid heels. So when she moved toward the exit, the crowd parted. It was like watching a queen on parade.
“How does she do that?” Gloria whispered as they followed.
Mia shrugged. “No idea. But I’m glad she’s with us.” She’d just met Vanessa this week, but she already understood why her younger sister, Izzie, counted her among her closest friends and had asked her to be a bridesmaid.
The other bridesmaids made just as much sense. Gloria, of course, would have been mortally insulted had she not been asked. And Leah was a good friend from work. Bridget and Izzie had been inseparable as kids, more like twins than cousins.
Yes. All perfect bridesmaid material.
Except Mia. She didn’t fit. Frankly, she was pretty sure that if Izzie hadn’t felt obligated because they were sisters, she would not have asked Mia to be in the wedding.
And that would have been okay.
It wasn’t that she didn’t love her sister—sisters—but she wasn’t like them. Even when growing up, she’d known she was different. Not homey and traditional like her older sister. Not flamboyant and talented like her younger one.
She’d been the tough kid. The scrapper, her father had called her the son he’d never had. She’d spent her childhood pitching baseballs and playing street hockey with the boys, rather than taking ballet lessons like Izzie or playing with an Easy-Bake oven like Gloria.
Her adult life hadn’t changed matters much. She still played with the boys—rough games like, I’ll Put You in Jail for Life, You Scumbag, and Don’t You Dare Underestimate Me Because I’m a Woman. Her job with the Pittsburgh D.A.’s office had been a full-contact sport, and she’d been damn good at it. At least, until she’d decided to try playing for the other team, accepting an offer with a Chicago firm specializing in criminal defense.
“There’s the car,” Gloria said as they burst outside, pushed along by the crowd. “Bridget and Leah must have had the driver come straight back.”
Vanessa suggested leaving immediately and Mia couldn’t agree more. She wanted