Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Here we go,” I say and pull open the door. He steps in, and I think ten seconds later, I hear the sound of Macy screaming his name. I step in beside Elizabeth and her perfume hits me right away, as she looks up at me and gives me one of her smiles. It’s not the same smile she’s been giving Gavin. It’s a different one, this one is more of a smirk and then a smile. Just for me.
Gavin turns Macy in his arms as she quietly cries, then puts her down. “I can’t believe this.” She puts her hands to her mouth and then looks over at Joshua. “You did this, didn’t you?”
“I might have,” he admits to her, and she walks to him, hugging his waist.
“He did help,” Gavin says, “but it was your sister-in-law who came to get me.”
“I guess me driving wasn’t a factor in all of this,” I mumble and she looks up at me again. I know we shouldn’t go down this road with each other. I know the best thing I can do for myself it to just let it go. I know all of this, yet the only thing I can think of is getting her back into my bed.
“Thank you, guys, so much”—Macy comes to us—“for bringing him here and taking good care of him.”
“The pleasure was all ours,” I say with a smile and Elizabeth looks down at the floor and then back up again. She gives her a hug and then walks away from us. “I need a drink,” she says and walks away from me and toward a couple of her cousins.
“Thanks, man.” Joshua comes to stand beside me. “I owe you big.”
“That you fucking do,” I agree.
“Let’s get something to eat.” He slaps my stomach as he walks away and goes to gather everyone to sit down.
The meal is quick and I’m sitting next to Joshua and Macy, along with Jack and Evie. Elizabeth at the far end of the table with Gavin as the two of them do a shot. She slams the shot onto the table and throws her head back and laughs at whatever he said. I take my phone out of my pocket and text her. I got her number two days ago when we both went to try on our outfits for the wedding.
Me: You look beautiful when you laugh.
She must feel the phone vibrate on the table as she turns it over and looks down, and then I can see her smile. The phone then buzzes in my hand, and I can’t help but bark out a laugh when I read her response.
Elizabeth: I know
Me: Meet me near the bathroom.
Gavin is talking to her and her cousin, along with a couple of other bridesmaids. Her eyes come to mine before she looks down and answers me.
Elizabeth: For?
Me: You’ll have to find out.
Elizabeth: I mean, you aren’t saying anything to get me there.
She looks up at me and I can see the twinkle in her eye from her spot down the table.
Me: What good is it to tell you when I can show you?
Elizabeth: It better be worth my time.
I push away from the table. “I’ll be back,” I mumble to the group, but no one notices me as I walk to the back where the bathroom is. I take a look around and spot the maintenance closet.
Then I hear her boots coming my way. “Well?” She folds her arms over her chest. “You got me here.” She looks around. “What do you have to show me?”
I slip my hand in hers and pull her with me into the closet. A soft light is on overhead and there are racks of cleaning and paper supplies. She turns around at the same time I close the door and push her back against it. “You look beautiful,” I tell her, stepping into her space.
“Yeah.” Her voice is breathless as I step even closer to her, and she puts one hand on my chest. “You look hot,” she compliments with a smile as she tilts her head to the side. “Really fucking hot.”
“I know we said we shouldn’t do this,” I mumble as I tilt my head the other way, my lips getting closer and closer to her, “but I just can’t stay away from you.” I rub my nose with hers. “I don’t want to stay away from you.”
I don’t know who moves first, but my lips are on hers and her hand on my chest is now snaking up to the back of my neck. The kiss is frantic as she moves away from me. “Waited for you in the shower,” she informs me. “Was playing with myself”—my cock strains to get out—“hoping you’d come in and take over.” She grips my hand and pulls it up. “Tried to get there but it just wasn’t good enough.” She takes my forefinger and my middle finger into her mouth, sucking them like she would suck my cock. “Need you to make me come,” she pleads, dropping my hand and then gripping her skirt at her hips and shimmying it up. “No one has made me come like you have,” she admits and I look down to see her skirt is now around her waist. “Nate”—she arches her back, grabbing my wrist—“please, make me come.”