Always Us

wedding season

"We have to behave," Olivia gave him an earnest look, "before your teammates stop inviting us."

"They're too drunk to be paying attention, baby." He licked his lips, squeezing her thigh in his hand.

"Nope," she pried his fingers from her leg, "we are going to be seated and on time today. You may not care about your reputation, but I do."

"They love you, baby," he called after her as she slammed the passenger door behind her.

True to Olivia's word, the couple made it to their seats for the waterfront ceremony with plenty of time to spare. While she made small talk with the other wives sitting in their row, Spencer's hand once again rested on her thigh. She was three pictures deep into her slideshow of Sienna when she felt the pressure of his fingers digging into her skin. This man truly had no decorum.

Luckily, she managed to finish off her conversation without further interruption and then quickly weaved her hand into his.

"Did you bring my tissues," she whispered as the crowd went quiet and the processional music ramped up.

He reached into his pocket, shifting in his seat as he dug for the small packet. "How could I forget." She had yet to make it through one wedding ceremony without tearing up.

Pressing her palm against his cheek, she turned his face to give him a peck. "I love you."

With one hand gripping tightly onto Spencer's hand and the other on her tissues, Olivia submitted to the emotional rollercoaster that was the celebration of love.

After the "I Do's," the wedding party danced their way down the aisle then veered off towards the designated photoshoot location. And while the bride and groom posed for picture after picture, the rest of the wedding guests were ushered onto the awaiting yacht.

Waiters greet them at the entrance with trays of champagne. Even though Olivia herself would not be indulging, she still reached for a flute and slid it into Spencer's hand.

"Have fun," she smiled.

"Oh, I will," he slid his palm down to her ass.

"Let's go find our table," she giggled, tugging him towards the dining room. Watching her step away, Spencer appreciated the view from behind until the tug from their interlaced hands dragged him forward.

The night continued on, with Olivia tugging, and Spencer following as they circled the room. When dinnertime came, they took their seats. Laughter broke out through the room as the best man delivered punchline after punchline, and the tears came back to personally threaten Olivia as the maid of honor shared the experience of watching her best friend fall in love.

Once dinner ended, they were ushered into a second room where a dance floor had been laid out. A live band was set up on one side of the room and a bar trailed along the opposite wall. An extravagant chandelier hung from the center of the ceiling. Ready for a night of dancing, Olivia dragged Spencer onto the dance floor as soon as the bride and groom waved for their guests to join them after the first dance.

In the sea of moving bodies, Olivia's swaying transitioned into grinding as the music grew livelier throughout the night. By the twentieth song, her head fell back onto his shoulder as he sucked against her pulse point. Along her hips, his hands roamed a little freer than usual, a clear effect of the alcohol.

"Fuck baby," he moaned into her ear as he pressed himself harder against her ass, showing her how frustrated he was getting with the slow moving time.

She could feel his distinct shape through the material of his pants, and that only caused her to grind harder.