Cherished (Masters and Mercenaries #7.5)(56)

Amy looked over her shoulder and a smile lit up her face. “Oh, I think he’s going to be around. Sit down, Bridget.”

“Holy hot doc.” Serena grinned. “Damn, that man is fine. Don’t tell my men I said that. They can be sensitive.”

There was a hum of excitement all around her, and when she turned, it was easy to see why. Will was striding into the room wearing nothing but his leathers and boots. He was heartstoppingly gorgeous and he was carrying what looked like a mountain of flowers her way.

Every eye in the room was on him and every woman in the room was talking about him.

“Did Amy hire a stripper?”

“Oh, I know who I’m doing this weekend.”

“We need to figure out how much Bridget paid him and offer him more.”

Will stopped right in front of her and turned to her cousin Violet, who had spoken that last bit of wisdom. His eyes narrowed and his jaw took the consistency of granite as he stared down Violet, who flinched. “There isn’t enough money in the world to get me to touch you. You offend me.” His whole face softened as he turned back to Bridget. “Now you, on the other hand, you make me happy.” He gave her a wink before turning to Amy and passing her one of the two large bouquets he was carrying. “For the beautiful bride.” He then passed the second one to Serena. “And to my fiancée’s very sweet best friend. Ladies, this is my apology for kidnapping the maid of honor. I promise she will make the wedding, but don’t expect her to be able to walk down the aisle properly because I am going to f*ck her until she can’t move.”

Bridget felt her jaw drop open before she mustered the necessary strength to yell at him. “Will!”

His lips curled up in the sexiest grin she’d ever seen. “Hey, I know you prize honesty, sweetheart. And I prize something else.” He reached for her hands.

She let him because she was still reeling over the fact that he was here and he was dressed like a sub’s wettest dream and he’d told off her awfulest cousin. “Will, I know we need to talk, but…”

And that was when he cuffed her. One minute he was sweetly holding her hands, and the next he was slapping a pair of handcuffs on her. They were metal, but lined with super soft material that kept the cold off her wrists.

Serena smiled approvingly. “Oh, I know that brand well. Such fun.”

Amy’s mouth had dropped open and she stared at the cuffs. “Is he going to arrest her? Why did he…”

“Amy, your sister and I are involved in a D/s relationship. I will leave the explanation of that to the expert.” He nodded to Serena before tugging on the cuffs and pulling Bridget out of her chair.

She stood on suddenly shaky legs. What was he doing? “Will, you can’t handcuff me in front of the bridal party.”

“Oh, but sweetheart, I just did. I think everyone will agree that I can. They’ll agree I can do this, too.” He leaned over and gently shoved his shoulder into her midsection, catching her in a fireman’s hold and easily lifting her.

“You did that very well, Will,” Serena agreed. “And thank you for the flowers. They’re gorgeous. I’ll make sure to perform her duties until she can.”

“Bridget, are you sure this is all right?” Amy asked.

Bridget tried to bring her head up so she could see her sister. It wasn’t easy. She caught a glimpse of Amy’s lovely Jimmy Choos. How did one explain BDSM to a woman who thought marrying a gay guy was the key to her happiness? “It’s only play. He would never hurt me. Embarrass me, but never hurt me.”

Serena took over. “Come on, hon. I’m going to give you some new reading material. Have you really never read your sister’s books?”

“I haven’t had a lot of reading time,” Amy replied.

Story of her life. Everyone had an opinion of her books but very few had read them. “Will, put me down and we’ll talk about this like adults.”

She heard the loud smack before she felt it. Will turned and started for the door. “Nope. We’re going to do this my way. I’m going to talk and you’re going to listen, and if you don’t, I have a very nice ball gag all prepped and prepared back in our room. Good morning, Mrs. Slaten.”

Shit. She twisted her head and saw her mother walking into the room still wearing her big-ass Chanel sunglasses and carrying a Bloody Mary.

“Good morning, young man. Bridget. That skirt makes your backside look smaller. Very nice.” She tottered off toward the tables. That was her mom. Seeing her being carried away in handcuffs and all she could comment about was how her backside didn’t look as hideous as usual.

Will kept moving. “Did you like the flowers? Did they seem at all familiar?”

She was staring at his ungodly gorgeous backside. “Will, I don’t care about the flowers. We need to talk.” But there was something familiar about the flowers. “I think I wrote a scene like that.”

He turned down the hall toward the elevators. “You did indeed. In Love Wickedly, the youngest of the Coleman brothers takes flowers to the heroine’s mom and sister to apologize for kidnapping her from Sunday dinner.”

He’d read her book? It had been her first book, and it involved three brothers and one very lucky woman. A woman she admitted had a lot of Bridget in her. “So you thought you would play out a fantasy? You didn’t have to go this far.”