She kisses my neck, making her way to my mouth, running her fingers through my hair. We’re both salty from sweat and the heat between us. She kisses me for a while, and it’s so right—slower than before since she’s let off some steam. I try to settle myself down, but my dick isn’t cooperating.
She undoes each of the buttons on my shirt as our mouths are occupied and then pushes it to either side of me, moving down, kissing my neck, my collarbone, my chest, my abs... I’m trying not to get my hopes up, but the way she’s moving, slowly down south, my heart rate spikes.
She undoes my button and zipper, pulling down my shorts, and then takes me into her mouth. I close my eyes, my body spiking with a heat surge as I settle into the sensations she’s giving me. I can usually think about something funky to make it last longer, but I don’t want to hold back with her. It feels too good.
The buildup is relentless, and it’s happening now, so I push her head away but she grips me, finishing me off. I stare at the ceiling, arm draped across my chest, catching my breath as she crawls up my body, finding a place beside me. I meet her gaze, my heartbeat slowly on the decline. “That was unexpected.”
“You’re welcome.”
I put my hand behind my head, and she drapes herself across me. With other girls, this kind of move would feel like suffocation. But right now, all I experience is contentment.
I run my hand over her back. “Is it weird for you hearing about Asher and Corinne’s wedding?”
“No, why would that be weird?”
“I know you were supposed to be getting married, right? Weren’t you planning your wedding?”
She lets out a sigh. “I was, but now that I’m disengaged from the situation, I wonder if I was ever really going to go through with it.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I don’t know. There’s a big difference between a wedding and a marriage. I think a lot of brides get caught up in the wedding planning not realizing what the actual marriage is going to be like. I definitely fell into that category. It just seemed like something I had to do—like a logical next step. All my friends were married—every single one of them. I was the final holdout. But thinking back on it now, the whole thing was a blessing in disguise.”
“Do you ever wish you had your old life back? Not the cheating asshole, but the rest of it.”
“No. I really don’t. It was an easy life, but it came with a price. I was beholden to my dad. Anything he wanted or needed from me he got—a new suit, a hostess for one of his many parties, even a lunch date. I would drop everything for him. I wasn’t his daughter, I was his personal assistant, available twenty-four seven. I think that’s part of why he’s so upset that I left. Who’s going to do his bidding now?”
“Is he married?”
“No, not since my mom left when I was sixteen. But why would he need to be married with me around taking care of all his shit all the time?”
I frown. “I didn’t know your mom left. Where did she go?”
She rolls off of me and lies on her side. “California. It’s fine. Old news.”
I rub her arm. “I’m sorry.”
She forces a smile, but it’s not all the way there. “Don’t feel bad for me. I’ve led a really privileged life.”
I don’t reply, but it strikes me how lucky I’ve been to have my family close to me all these years, warts and all.
Her eyes droop closed. “I think the week is winning. I’m not sure how much longer I can stay awake.”
“Ever slept on a boat?” I ask.
“Nope,” she says with a lazy smile. “But there’s a first time for everything.”
I kiss her on the lips and then pull her close.
20
Kylie
As I tiptoe back from the bathroom, I take a moment to pause and appreciate Brett’s body. His shirt has fallen to either side, exposing his chest and abs, and his shorts have ridden down, giving me a glorious peek of that little patch of hair on his lower torso that leads south.
Part of me can’t believe that I got to have him for the night and didn’t take full advantage. I just wasn’t ready yet. I needed to keep some control. I hadn’t planned to take things as far as I did, but there was something empowering about going down on him. I enjoyed it for the first time in a long time.
He’s so crazy different from Joshua. He’s all man, through and through. So much game. He touches me and my bones go limp inside my body. It’s like when I touch still water and ripples form all around my finger. That’s my body when Brett touches me.
I’m about to slide back into bed with him when his phone rings, rustling him. He pats the bed and then his pants pockets.
I find it at the foot of the bed and hand it to him.
“Thanks,” he says, squinting as the sun peeps through a closed curtain. “Hello?”
Whatever the person on the other end of that line says has him wide awake. “I’ll be right there.”
He ends the call and darts out of bed. “We’ve got to go.”
“What’s going on?”
“My grandmother’s missing.” He looks around at the empty cans and bottles. “I’ll have to come back and clean this
