EroticReverie

Bryce 

Layla took the extra room that my brother bought. And effectively avoided talking to me the rest of the days we were snowed in. 

I’d listened to Jess berate my brother and told her to cut him some slack. That it was for the best that we’d avoided me and Layla actually hooking up. It was clear that we’d never work. Clear that Layla was done with me anyways when she avoided me up until the wedding day. 

Due to the fact I didn’t want to start an argument with her on my brothers wedding day. I let her act as if nothing happened. Only it was clear that something had happened and our friends give us looks after the ceremony as we all take photos. No normal banter taking place between me and Layla. And the tension is probably far worse than it would’ve been if I’d just ignored my brothers request and just done what I wanted. 

She looks so fucking gorgeous it makes my fucking heart hurt. She wore a deep red off shoulder gown. Those tits of hers that have haunted every fucking moment of my days since I’ve seen them bare are pressed tightly in her gown. Giving her the best cleavage I’ve ever fucking seen. While the brides maids wear similar floor length gowns with lace sleeves. Hers is sleeveless and has a slit up the side that makes my mouth water as it shows off the matching heels and her smooth leg. 

I hate that she’s talking to everyone but me. Hate that I don’t get to hear her smart mouth say sassy shit to me or make me laugh. Hate that I can’t making a lewd comment about how great her tits look to make her roll her eyes. And I hate that we fucked everything up. Hate that she brought a fucking date to the wedding. That he was standing off to the side as we took photos in the garden outside the venue. And I hated the look of sympathy her sister gave me everytime she caught me staring at Layla. 

I’d fucked up. I’d made Layla feel like every other girl. Let her think the worst of me and without meaning to hurt her feelings more than once in that hotel and now I have to watch as her and her date steal a kiss as the photographer takes pictures of just the bride and groom. 

I look away as she smiles at him. Her perfect straight white teeth beaming up at him and his hand on her lower back. My fingers curl into fists and I take the flask that Teddy one of the groomsmen hands to me. 

“Chill out man” he says and I look at him. 

I swallow down the few shots worth of whiskey and hand it back to him as he screws the cap on. 

“You two hook up or something?” He asks and I shake my head. 

I can tell he doesn’t believe me. But I don’t care. 

-

The photographer takes photos of all the wedding party couples that walked down together. And just like we did when we walked down the aisle together, Layla puts on a big smile and is able to act like nothing fucking happened while all I want to do is pout like a fucking little kid. But I manage the best fake smile. Letting the photographer pose us as I slip my hand to her lower back and we stand with our bodies angled together. 

“You look beautiful” I say quietly to her as we stand there. 

She ignores me and keeps smiling at the camera. 

“Layla” I say quietly looking at her. She pats my chest. 

“Just smile at the camera Bryce” she says through her smiling teeth. 

“I miss you” I say and she shakes her head. 

“Smile Bryce” she says and don’t say anything else as I look to the camera and keep smiling. 

After a few shots she leaves my side and walks back to her date immediately and I sigh. 

—-

Throughout the reception I watch her as she walks around talking , dancing with her date. 

Watch her as she sits on his lap after they dance and slips her arm around him and I drink the wine at the table as I try to look at anything but her. 

The DJ calls for the wedding party to the floor. For us all to dance a slow dance together and I look back to Layla who is playing with her dates tie and plants a kiss on his mouth. My teeth clench and by no fault of his , I want to march over and punch him right in the face for kissing her soft mouth. I watch as she slips him a little tongue and he grabs her hips before swatting her ass as she gets up and walks to the dance floor and I walk to her as she looks at me and then looks away. Letting my hands go to her waist as the music has already started and the bride and groom and other couples are dancing slowly already. 

I didn’t want to hold her hand the way the other guys were holding the bridesmaids. Politely and modestly dancing with space between them. So I pull her by the waist against my body. Making her eyes go wide as she looks up at me.

“We don’t need to be this close” she says and places a hand to my chest to push back but I keep hold of her as I start to move. 

“Yes. We do.” I say and she swallows. Blinking up at me. 

“I’ve called you.” I tell her. 

“Yep” she says and then looks away. 

“Look at me” I say quietly. She just smiles as she looks around. 

“Look at me Little Loxley” I say and her head turns back and she clenches her jaw. 

“No” she says and then looks away again. 

I lift my hand under her chin to turn it back and she turns her head. But I grab it gently as I can I turn her face to me. 

“Look at me or I’ll make a fucking scene” I say and she glared up at me. 

“You wouldn’t” she says narrowing her eyes. 

“I’d do anything to look at this face, so you’re wrong” I tell her and she inhales deeply. She’s still pissed. And oh fucking well. 

“I’m sorry that I hurt your feeling , that’s not what I was trying-“

She scoffs. “You didn’t hurt my feelings” she says. 

It’s a lie. I know it is but I don’t argue with her. 

“Well. Regardless. I’m sorry for what happened” I say. She shrugs and is still looking at me.

“I’m over it. Mistakes happen right?” She lifts a brow and i shake my head. 

“They do. But you and I both know what happened wasn’t a mistake.” I say and she turns her head slightly and I finally let go of her chin. 

“Yes it was” she says. 

“Then why have you been avoiding me?” I ask. 

“I’m not, I have no reason to talk to you Bryce” she says. 

“That’s bullshit” I say and she shrugs. 

“Think what you want to think. I know you’re used to having women chase you around Bryce , I’m sorry that I let you down in that regard, that I’m not falling over myself to make a fool of myself for you” she says and I pull her closer and she fights it but I press even harder against her. 

“Why are you being so damn difficult? When you know I want you” I say. 

“You don’t want me. You want to fuck me. Or at least I thought you did. But you threw that chance right out the window” she says. 

“I’ve wanted to do a lot more than fuck you Loxley and you know it and I think YOU are the one that is scared” I say and she narrows her eyes. 

“Admit that you over reacted in the hotel” I say. 

“Screw you” she whispers. 

“I think you were the one that got scared , cause of how bad you wanted it, how bad you wanted me” I say and she rolls her eyes. 

“That’s it.” She sputters a sarcastic laugh. 

“I want you” I tell her and she looks at me and shakes her head. 

“No.” She says. 

I nod. “I do. I want you and you know it.” I say and she goes to pull away again but I hold her close. 

“I want you so bad that all I’ve wanted to do since I saw your little fucking date is punch him in fucking face” I say and I see the satisfied little smirk on her face. 

“You brought him just to piss me off” I say. 

“Dont flatter yourself. I don’t care what you think” she says. 

“How long do you plan on playing this game for Little Loxley ?” I ask her and she glares. 

“I’m not playing a game. That’s your job.” She says and I shake my head. 

“Youre so stubborn” I say and she clenches her jaw. 

“I am not” she says and I give a little smile. 

“You’re stubborn. And a pain in the ass and fucking crazy” I say and she shoves at me and I grin and pull her back to me. 

“And I love it. You piss me off. But I fucking love it” I say and she shakes her head. 

“And I want to rip this sexy fucking dress off you and fuck you right here in the middle of this dance floor” I say through my teeth and her breath hitches. 

“I wanna take you home and keep you under me and ontop of me all fucking night , and every day after that, and I don’t want that schmuck or anyone else touching what’s mine” I say and she swallows. 

“I’m not yours and I never will be” she argues. 

“Liar” I say and she pushes off me as the song ends and I watch her walk away and to her date and sitting down as he looks at me and then to her.  I just give a little smile. Because I wasn’t going home tonight without Layla.