Dream Spinner (Dream Team Book 3), Kristen Ashley [reading eggs books txt] 📗

ate at his dining room table, and cleaned the kitchen together.

And he kicked my ass at Pac-Man.

Mental note: practice Pac-Man tomorrow.

Second way more important mental note: stop delaying in tackling things that terrify you.

Because you never know.

The spoils might be sweet.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Fireman’s Hold

HATTIE

I threw back the curtains, and on shiny, bronze, sky-high stiletto heels, I walked out to “oo’s” and “ah’s” and some clapping hands.

“Thank God, it fits you like a glove,” Lottie breathed in relief.

It was Saturday. We were at the bridal shop for my bridesmaid dress fitting.

And Lottie was right.

Thank God my dress fit like a glove because, when I called for a fitting, it took days to get an appointment, and they’d told me then that the wedding was so close, “if alterations are significant, you might have to find an outside seamstress.”

Since I’d delayed this way too long, I was down with that and paying extra if needed.

But fortunately, it didn’t seem to be needed.

“The hem is even perfect,” Lottie’s mom, Nancy, said, coming toward me.

“Jump up on the pedestal, babe, turn to the mirror, let’s have a look,” Lottie ordered.

I did as told and looked into the mirror.

My hair was piled up on my head in a curly-haired girl’s messy bun, wavy tendrils floating down.

The bronze heels were what I was wearing to the wedding.

Along with, obviously, the dress, which was the sexiest bridesmaid dress I’d ever seen.

A shiny, soft, light brown satin with spaghetti straps, cleavage cut down to the midriff, and a slightly overlapping side slit that went all the way up to the waist that made underwear nearly impossible.

Though, I was going to try to find something. I could do commando, but it unnerved me, especially with that slit and the need to be walking down an aisle. If the material shifted in a bad way, which it could because it had a small train that added weight, shit could get real … in a church.

That said, I was not surprised about Lottie’s choice.

She was openly sexual, she didn’t care what anyone thought about it, and before I started to avoid the girls, I’d been with her on her three Say Yes to the Dress appointments. Thus, I’d seen the wedding gown she selected, which might be the sexiest of all time.

Lottie was twitching the skirt of my gown, Nancy was standing a couple of feet away, tipping her head this way and that, looking me up and down, and my attention moved from my image in the mirror to the girls behind me who were sitting on couches, studying me.

Evie, Ryn, Pepper, and Lottie’s sister, Jet.

Since Axl was doing something for work, and doing it with Boone, and Mo wasn’t allowed to know anything wedding, my bodyguard for the day was Evie’s man, Mag.

We were having lunch after this.

And one could say, I needed girl time.

Bad.

But this wasn’t about me.

It was about Lottie.

And I was being a baby.

It had only been a few days.

A few days in Axl’s house, some of the time with Axl, and some of that time with his mouth on mine.

And that was it.

We made out, and he didn’t take it any further.

At all.

Him being him, sweet, handsome and supportive, tall, strong, funny and a great kisser, it was driving me crazy.

I needed more.

Like, lying in his bed Thursday night (and it was worse last night) restless, needy, fighting the desire to go out and jump him on the couch kind of crazy.

He was taking it slow. He knew I was shy. And that was sensitive and thoughtful. I shouldn’t only be cool with that. I should be happy he was like that.

But not even feeling me up?

“Is it too tight?” Nancy asked. “Do they need to let it out?”

Since a bra was also impossible with this dress, if they let it out, with my bazungas, I’d be flopping all over the place.

“I need the support, Nancy,” I told her.

“Yeah.” Lottie was now standing by her mom, also tipping her head this way and that. “But is it comfortable?”

Actually, it was.

“Yeah.” I shifted my focus back to the mirror. “And it’s gorgeous.”

So gorgeous, it fit me so well, showed so much cleavage and leg, I wondered what Axl would think of me in this dress.

I also wondered, since it looked like I’d be able to do so, if I took that dress home with me that day, put it on, and modeled it for him, if Axl might pounce on me in that dress.

Of course, if he did that it might require cleaning and/or pressing.

But at least he’d pounce on me.

I mean, again, we hadn’t been together for years, but we also hadn’t been together for hours.

And again, he was sweet, touchy, funny, affectionate, teasing, a great kisser … hot.

I loved all that.

But he needed to fuck me.

“You don’t look happy,” Lottie noted.

“I’m happy,” I told her. “It’s fantastic. I blew it with a late fitting, but it doesn’t need alterations, so you don’t have to worry about that anymore, and I don’t have to worry about worrying you. So it’s all good.”

“Then why don’t you look like it’s good?” Lottie returned. “And don’t blow sunshine, Hatz. If you need something changed, we’ll get it sorted. It’s not like the wedding is tomorrow. We have a couple of weeks.”

“Honestly, it’s great.”

Nancy leaned to her daughter and murmured, “She doesn’t look like it’s great.”

“It really is,” I asserted.

They stared at me.

Heck.

I was worrying them, and I’d done enough of that.

And this was Lottie’s time, prep for Lottie’s big event, so worry should not be part of the equation.

“Axl hasn’t had sex with me yet,” I blurted.

Nancy’s brows shot up and her eyes closed and stayed closed for a second before she opened them.

Lottie’s head jerked and her tumble of blonde hair jerked with it.

And every single female ass on the couches behind me got up and walked to stand in front of me.

“What?” Ryn.

“Really?” Pepper.

“Whoa.” Evie.

Jet said nothing, just studied me.

I looked at Lottie. “This isn’t