Chapter Three
Liam
I hadn’t planned to sleep with any women at Sam’s wedding. Bridesmaids weren’t my kink. They usually had their minds on marriage and had a bit of a chip on their shoulder because of the whole always a bridesmaid, never a bride bullshite.
The last time I’d f****d a bridesmaid she’d got drunk afterward and had cried over how her eight-year relationship with her boyfriend had ended and she’d die an old maid.
Nah, that wasn’t my speed. Besides, it was the twenty-first century. Who gave a shite if they were married or not? You didn’t need to put a ring on someone’s finger to get awesome, sweaty s*x with a willing partner.
I hadn’t had awesome, sweaty s*x in… I winced inwardly as I began to swim the next lap in the hotel pool. Way too f*****g long. Three months, if I were
