Free Marriage: Impossible (Voretti Family Book 1) by Ava Blackstone Page B

you doing?”
    She rested her hand on his button fly. At least one muscle in his body was still working, because he hardened under her palm.
    Relief mixed with the desire spiraling through her core. He was fighting it, but he still wanted her.
    “The problem is, I can’t sleep without you.” She tightened her grip, tracing his long, hard length.
    Wetness pooled between her thighs. She pressed them together, but that faint hint of friction wasn’t enough. She needed the weight of another body. She needed Sean .
    “I need you. Now.” She held her breath and prayed to any higher power who wanted to listen.
    Sean twisted the wheel. They barreled down a winding road that exited the highway and pulled into the parking lot of the first motel they encountered.
    One more night until they returned to reality. She was going to make it count.

CHAPTER 6

    T HEY WERE LATE for the rehearsal dinner. Sean gripped Keri’s hand, helping her balance on her spindly heels as they raced across the asphalt.
    Of all the restaurants in San Diego, it figured Ty had chosen one with no parking lot, in the middle of tourist-infested Old Town. Of course, if Sean hadn’t lingered at the motel this morning because he wanted to give Keri one more orgasm—and then one more—they’d have arrived with plenty of time to find parking.
    “It’s okay.” Keri slowed as they reached the entrance. She dropped his hand. “You know Ty Standard Time. Twenty minutes late is actually early. He’s probably not even here yet.”
    Sean wanted to grab her hand back—to lace his fingers so tightly with hers that she’d never be able to let go—but it was better this way. Friends didn’t hold hands.
    Even though he hadn’t yet brought up the subject of divorce, they’d agreed to take off their wedding bands for the duration of the rehearsal dinner. No one inside the restaurant needed to know about their temporary marriage. Especially not anyone with the last name MacKinnon.
    Sean ducked so he wouldn’t hit his head on the piñatas strung across the entryway.
    Jesus . If he hadn’t already known Ty’s spur-of-the-moment engagement was a mistake, seeing this place would’ve been the final proof he needed. His buddy liked restaurants with real personality, not hot pink papier-mâché animals and velvet paintings.
    Sean stopped Keri before she could get past the sombrero-topped hostess stand. She hadn’t wanted to talk about Ty’s big mistake during the drive, and Sean had been so worked up by their enforced proximity in the truck’s cab that he hadn’t pushed it. But this was his last chance to make things right for Ty, and he needed to know Keri had his back. “Hold up a sec. Let’s talk about the plan.”
    She laughed lightly. “It’s a dinner, Sean. The plan is to eat.”
    “I’ll get Ty alone. Try to talk some sense into him.”
    She pulled in a slow breath like she was trying to find some patience along with the oxygen. “What? You think you’re going to say, ‘Ty, you’re making a big mistake,’ and he’ll say, ‘You’re right. I’m canceling the wedding’?”
    Desperation caught Sean in a stranglehold. She was right. Definitive proof he should turn back would only goad Ty into double-timing it forward. That was the only way anyone got through BUD/S training.
    But Sean had survived the exhaustion and physical exertion of BUD/S, too, and no way was he giving up. Not until the judge said “I now pronounce you man and wife.”
    “I’ll make him understand. If I can’t get through to him, I’ll….” His mind cycled through a series of increasingly implausible scenarios. He had to fix this. If he couldn’t even handle this one problem, how could he ever be worthy of Keri?
    Shit . Where had that come from? Just because he could make Keri come didn’t mean he was worthy of a permanent place in her life.
    “I’ll knock him out and drive him to Alaska. I’ll roofie his goddamn Corona if I have to. I am not letting my best friend