Bi the Way, I’m Your Best Man

MM Contemporary Romance
by Jace Wilder

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Pairing: MM
Heat: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ Inferno
Tropes: Best Friends to Lovers, Bi Awakening, Wedding Planner x Groom, Forced Proximity, One Bed, Second Chance, Praise Kink, No Cheating Guarantee

He hired his best friend to plan the perfect wedding. Unfortunately, the best man has spent fifteen years practicing the wrong kiss.

Miles Bennett has planned hundreds of weddings. He knows the difference between cold feet and a bad seating chart. He knows how to make an impossible mother-of-the-bride happy. He knows never to fall for a client. What he does not know is how to plan the wedding of Cameron Reed — the childhood best friend he kissed once in college, loved quietly ever since, and has spent fifteen years pretending he can be normal around.

Cam is marrying a wonderful woman. He has a beautiful venue, supportive families, and a life that looks perfect from the outside. Then the groom starts asking why Miles always knows what he needs before he says it. Then he starts remembering that college kiss. Then he starts wondering why the thought of marrying his fiancée feels less frightening than the thought of losing his best friend.

Miles refuses to be an affair, a secret, or a man’s midlife crisis. Cam agrees. The groom ends the engagement before anyone cheats. Now they just have to cancel a wedding, survive their families, and figure out whether the love they missed once can still be the right choice.

You’ll love this book if you enjoy:

✅ Childhood best friends to lovers with a fifteen-year slow burn
✅ Bi awakening where the groom ends the engagement FIRST (no cheating)
✅ Wedding planner x groom — forced proximity with a deadline
✅ One bed, suit fittings, and supply closet makeouts
✅ A bride who gets agency, dignity, and her own future
✅ Slow emotional burn that EXPLODES (🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ — graphic, explicit, emotional)
✅ HEA guaranteed

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⚠️ Content Warning: This novel contains explicit sexual content (graphic MM scenes), strong language, themes of identity discovery and coming out, family conflict, and a cancelled wedding. The engagement ends before any physical or romantic involvement between the main characters. Intended for readers 18+.

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Chapter One: Miles

The thing about planning weddings for a living is that everyone assumes you’re a romantic.

I’m not. I’m a logistician who happens to work in tulle. I know how to source fourteen varieties of peony at forty-eight hours’ notice. I know that the difference between a five-star review and a lawsuit is exactly one correctly spelled place card. I know that if you seat Uncle Gerald next to Aunt Patricia at any event where alcohol is served, someone is going home in an ambulance.

I am calm. I am organized. I am the steady hand in a room full of crying mothers and indecisive florists and grooms who suddenly can’t remember their own middle names.

What I am not — what I have never been and will never be, despite two hundred and fourteen successful events — is prepared for Cameron Reed.

Harborlight Estate sat on the Rhode Island coast like something out of a magazine spread that cost more than my first car. The glass conservatory caught the late afternoon sun and threw it back in sheets of gold. The restored stables had been converted into an event space that smelled like cedar and money. The old inn, perched above the cliffs, had the kind of effortless elegance that only came from someone spending a quarter million dollars to make a building look like nobody had touched it since 1890.

I pulled into the gravel lot at 3:47 p.m., thirteen minutes ahead of schedule, because Miles Bennett does not arrive on time. Miles Bennett arrives early, surveys the terrain, identifies potential catastrophes, and has a contingency plan drafted before the client’s tires hit the driveway.

I checked my reflection in the rearview. Shirt pressed. Beard trimmed. Curls shaped. Headset charged. Portfolio in the passenger seat, color-coded tabs visible through the leather cover. I looked like a man who had his life together.

I did have my life together. My business was thriving. My apartment was clean. My brother had stopped asking me whether I was eating enough, which meant I’d finally convinced him I was fine.

I was fine.

I was about to plan the wedding of my childhood best friend — the man I’d been in love with for roughly half my life — to a perfectly lovely woman who did not deserve what I was carrying into her celebration, and I was fine.

He was standing on the front steps.

Six-foot-three. Broad shoulders that hadn’t thinned since his playing days. Light brown hair that was, as always, slightly too long, curling behind his ears in a way that would have looked sloppy on anyone else and looked like a personal insult on him. Hazel eyes. Crooked smile. That stupid scar on his chin from the bike accident when we were fifteen, when I’d held a bag of frozen peas to his face in his mother’s kitchen and told him scars were distinguished and he’d said you think I’ll look distinguished? and I’d thought I think you’ll look like the rest of my life and said nothing.

“Miles!” He came down the steps two at a time, arms already open, grinning like I’d been gone for years instead of three weeks.

The hug was —

It was a hug. People hug. Friends hug. Best friends who have known each other since they were eight years old and shared bunk beds at summer camp and survived each other’s worst haircuts absolutely hug and it is normal and fine and there is no reason for my entire nervous system to short-circuit because Cameron Reed’s chest is pressed against mine and his hand is spread flat across my back and he smells like the same soap he’s used since high school, that cedar-and-citrus thing that I could identify blindfolded in a room full of alternatives.

He held on for two seconds longer than necessary.

I know this because I counted. I always count.

I sat on the edge of the too-soft bed. Pulled the covers up to my chin like a child who believed cotton could protect him from the dark.

My phone buzzed.

Cam: Thanks for today. You made Emily really happy. You make everything better just by being there.

Cam: I’m glad you took this job. Nobody else could do it.

Cam: Sleep well, Miles.

I stared at the screen until it went dark. Then I stared at the ceiling.

I have planned two hundred and fourteen weddings. I have never once wanted to burn one down.

There is, it turns out, a first time for everything.

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Six months after the proposal. Cam and Miles return to Castellano & Sons for their wedding suit fittings. The Loro Piana survives. The fitting room mirror does not. Suit kink, mirror sex, and the planner voice used for purposes Marco’s grandfather never intended.

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