We're standing at the back of the church, ready to walk down the aisle. I can see Sam standing by the altar; he looks so handsome. My heart melts. The music starts, and I walk down the aisle and smile as I pass the guests. My eye catches Sam's; his grin is enormous. God, I love that man and can hardly wait another six months when it's our turn to go before God, family, and friends to become husband and wife.

I glance at Sam, and he mouths, "I love you." A flush creeps up my face, and I take my place with the other bridesmaids. Sammy went with a light sage green for our dresses. We all could pick our style as long as it was the green material. The back hem of my dress hangs slightly longer than the front, allowing me to showcase my legs. I chose a plunging neckline that reveals my ample cleavage perfectly.

The music changes, and we all watch Sammy walk down the aisle. Her snow-white dress is strapless and covered in lace. The bodice clings flawlessly to her curves. Just below the waistline, the skirt cascades out into flowing ruffles. She's stunning. I look over at Tim and see tears coming down his face.

The ceremony was beautiful. The pastor presented Sammy and Tim as husband and wife. Sam and I walked the recessional together, hand in hand. Afterward, we took what felt like a billion pictures before heading to the reception.

I lean back onto the headrest. "What a beautiful wedding. Your sister looked incredible."

"Hmm... I didn't notice. I only had eyes for one of the gorgeous bridesmaids." Sam winks.

"Oh yeah? Which one?" I joke.

He smirks at my comment. "The tall one, with legs that go on forever. I loved the way her body looked amazing in that bridesmaid's dress. All that I could think about was tearing it off of her."

"Wow, what held you back?" I giggle.

Sam gives me a sideways glance. "Let's see... It could have been that I didn't want to make a scene, or maybe because I didn't want to scandalize the sanctity of God's house."

I place my finger on my chin. "Hmmm... I see. So it was okay to think those things in God's house, not act on them."

"Exactly," he exclaims, full of himself.

I keep pushing. "Purely out of curiosity... what will you do when you see this bridesmaid at the reception? What will stop you from tearing her dress off and having your way with her?"

He wiggles his brows. "Not a damn thing,"

I can feel the heat of my desire settling between my thighs. "Well, damn."

We pull into the parking lot where the reception is. Sam looks at me with dark eyes, and I liquefy. "You have no idea how badly I want you right now."

"I think that I might." I take Sam's hand and place it under my dress.

He moves his hand agonizingly slowly up my thigh. By the time he reaches into my panties to find my soaking center, I'm about to burst.

"Do you need some relief, Babe?" He leisurely circles his thumb around my bundle of nerves while plunging two fingers inside of me.

"Yes, Baby! Please don't stop," I moan, close to the edge of ecstasy.

His touch intensifies, putting the perfect amount of pressure on my nub. It doesn't take long for me to ride his fingers hard as I climax, pulsating against his magical fingers.

After he lets me ride out my orgasm, he removes his hand from the inside of my panties and brings his fingers to his mouth to suck off my juices.

"That, my girl, is a preview for later." He smiles proudly.

I get myself situated as Sam exits the vehicle and walks to my side to open the door. I take his hand, and he assists me out of my seat.

He looks down in surprise when he realizes that I placed my wet panties into his hand. "Damn, Mallory."

I shrug my shoulders and begin to walk away. Sam quickly stuffs my panties into his pocket and takes my hand, pulling me into him.

He speaks softly into my ear with his deep, sexy voice. "You're in so much trouble, young lady."

I turn my face towards him, and we are now touching foreheads.

I give him a sexy grin. "Bring it."

As soon as we get inside, Sam practically drags me onto the veranda. The view of the winery and flowing green hills is breathtaking. He takes me into the corner where curtains cover the window. He backs me up against the wall and takes possession of my lips. His kiss is strong and so full of heat that I feel like I'm about to combust, setting fire to the whole damn place.

"Mmmm." I moan, and Sam instantly pulls away from me, leaving me completely breathless and panting for air.

"Game on." He winks at me, then heads back inside.

I don't think the man knows what he just did. Two can play at this little game, Dr. Daniels. I take a few moments to get back together before joining Sam inside.

"Hey." I place my hand in his.

He grins. "Hey."

"Too bad you left me out there all alone. I had to, um, you know, take care of myself." I tease.

Sam's eyebrows raise, and he quickly adjusts himself.

I kiss him sweetly on the cheek. "I'm heading to the bar; want anything?"

Sam stands there speechless, with his mouth hanging wide open.

"How about I surprise you?" I say as I walk away from him, swaying my hips seductively.

I can feel his eyes on my ass as I walk to the bar.

The bartender quickly approaches. "Can I help you, Beautiful?"

I can see the bartender checking out my breasts. "Two Merlots, please."

"You got it," he gives my breasts one last look.

He pours two glasses of wine and hands them to me. I feel his fingers brush against mine, knowing it was intentional.

"Hey, Babe. Can I help you with that?" Sam says, and I almost laugh out loud.

Sam wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into him possessively. He must have caught the bartender checking out his woman.

"Thank you." I handed him his glass, and he maneuvered me far from the bar.

"I think I'll be getting our drinks the rest of the night," he informs me sternly.

"I think that I like possessive Sam. It's such a turn-on," I admit, swirling my thumb on his hand.

"Really?" he asks, surprised by my comment.

I snuggle in closer to him and whisper, "Mmmhmm."

"I wanted to punch his eyes out when I saw him checking out your tits." Sam's tone is a little angry.

"Yeah? Did you notice him touch my hand when he gave me our drinks?" I fire him up even more.

"Wait! What? The mother fucker touched you?" Sam turns to head back to the bar.

"Sam..." Now I'm getting nervous.

"I'm going to kill that asshole! Did he not see your engagement ring?"

"Sam, stop! Look at me." Sam turns back towards me, and I'm shocked by the anger on his face. "Babe, please don't make a scene. Today is your sister's day."

His face immediately relaxes. "Shit, sorry. I don't know what came over me. Just the thought of him touching you made me lose my damn mind."

"As sexy as it would be to watch you fight for my honor. We need to think of your sister first," I convey, lightly squeezing his hand.

He sighs, "You're right. Wait, did you say that it would be sexy watching me fight that ass wipe?"

"Hell yeah." I lean in close to whisper into his ear. "I'm so wet right now that I can feel a little trickle down my thigh. You know, because someone has my panties in his pocket, so I have nothing to soak up my arousal. Please excuse me while I go and clean myself up."

"Holy shit, Mal," he breathes, his eyes wide.

I move out of his arms and go towards the restroom. I'm just about there when an arm pulls me into a dark room.

"Ahhh!" I start to yell.

"Shhh... It's me."

"Sam. What the hell?" I whisper.

"Let me give you something to clean up." Sam pulls my dress above my hips.

He yanks his pants down just enough to free his stiff manhood. He lifts me against the wall, and I wrap my legs around him. He thrusts himself into me hard.

"You're so damn beautiful. I love you so much. Your body is incredible; you feel so good, Mal. Mmmm. Come on, Baby, squeeze me tight."

When Sam talks like that, it pushes me over the edge. All of the pent-up sexual tension of our game is satisfied as Sam pounds into me.

I scream his name, not so quietly.

"Oh... Yeah, Baby. Scream my name." He climaxes hard.

After riding out our orgasms together, Sam gently pulls out of me and then places me back onto the floor. I'm so thankful that the ladies' room is across the hall. While he fixes his pants, I pull down my dress. He unlocks the door, and peeks outside.

"The coast is clear." He kisses my neck, and I leave him to enter the ladies' room.

As I was going in, a pretty blonde was leaving. We gave each other a friendly smile. I went in, peed, and cleaned myself up. I washed my hands and opened the door to see the blonde from earlier all over my man.

"What the hell, Sam?"