Lunchtime Chronicles: Thick Cut by S. London & Lunchtime Chronicles & Siera London

Author:S. London & Lunchtime Chronicles & Siera London [London, S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: interracial romance military hero, interracial romance BWWM, African American Romance, BWWM
Publisher: Juno Waves Publishing
Published: 2019-10-07T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Griffin is a primitive fucking beast and my pussy pilgrimage is officially in need of a Spring Break. Yeah, I know it’s Fall, but slutting is hard on the lady lips. It’s Friday evening and my pussy is poolside, topless, and snoring with a bad case of sleep apnea. My body is at a waterfront estate hidden in a tropical garden on the Halifax River. The chapel on the property is a white clapboard structure with a single steeple and a bell tower. The interior is bright and airy with a rear courtyard that opens onto a private beach. It’s a perfect for a princess wedding.

“Fiona, where have you been?”

That's Lucy playing “Mama Bear.” At forty-six, she's the oldest in the group with a thirty-year-old daughter of her own. Today's the wedding rehearsal and it’s the first time I've seen all of my girlfriends since I landed the previous day.

Griffin kept me in bed all night and half the morning, and though my sex feels like I ran a marathon with not a day of training, I don't have one complaint. It took maybe twenty minutes to reach the wedding location from Griffin's place.

It would've been too weird to invite him to meet my friends, so I declined his offer to drive me where I needed to go. My brain tells me this weekend with Griffin is an oasis. Sunday I’ll leave, and these feelings of connection and love—I know I'm crazy for uttering the word—will vanish.

Of course, Mandy speaks before I do.

"While the rest of us are here at the wedding, Miss Thang is living out her dream of a ho-cation."

Deja looks at me with wide eyes. "Did you meet someone?" It pains me to hear the hope in her voice. Deja and Tynisha are absolutely the hopeless romantics of the five of us. The skeptic in me finds herself standing on the border ready to join hands with these two saps.

“Yeah,” I say, not making eye contact.

Mandy gives an obvious smirk. "Don’t you check your own damn website? She met Griffin on our dating app, Deja. She’s staying with him and posting pictures and shit."

So, Mandy had seen that. I think I’m blushing.

Just then, the side entrance to the chapel opens. In walks Truxton, his male aggression crushing through the tranquil space. He's leading a handsome man duo. Both are Ironman™ sexy, yet quite different in appearance.

I can hear a collective inhale. It is a gorgeous display of masculinity.

"Dayumm," Mandy whispers. "Fiona, I might need some ho tips."

With a glare over my shoulder, I call. “Kiss my happy ho-ing behind, Mandy. You the one who gave us all lube and condoms last Christmas.”

First, there's Truxton with his Caribbean blue eyes, lean runner's body, and tanned skin. Dressed in a white button-down, relaxed jeans, and a man-in-love smile, I grin up at him. His dark hair has more gray at the temple than I remember. Ty leaving him at the altar three years ago probably has something to do with his distinguished look.

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