"Baby," he says, sliding his lips across my chest. "Relax, okay?"
I could try, but now I'm tense because he called me baby and not because he's about to go where no one has gone before.
I've always found that term of endearment to be a little grating, but it so works when he says it.
I thread my fingers through the back of his hair and guide him toward my left breast, wondering how this went from zero to ten in a matter of seconds. Oh, God, he's pulling down my bra strap. His mouth is right there, trailing over the curve of my breast and his fingers are pulling the material lower . . . lower . . . lower . . . gone.
I feel the air against my exposed breast, but my eyes are closed too tight to see the look on his face. But I can feel his lips as he kisses his way across my chest without hesitation, sliding his tongue against my skin, sucking and kissing and squeezing and . . . enjoying.
"Fallon."
He wants me to look at him, but I'm much more comfortable with my eyes closed.
"Open your eyes, Fallon."
I can do this.
I open my eyes and I'm staring up at the ceiling.
I can do this.
I slowly bring my gaze down until I'm looking him in the eyes. "You're beautiful. Every inch of you is so beautiful." He presses his lips between my breasts and then drags them slowly across my skin, running his tongue over my scars. I wait for him to make an excuse . . . to back away from me.
But he doesn't. He grins up at me instead. "Are you okay? Can I keep going?"
My first inclination is to shake my head, because I shouldn't want him to. Any time I've imagined this happening with a guy in the past, I picture myself with a perfect body and no scars. But here I am, staring down at Ben as he explores every part of me I've wished were different. And he's actually enjoying it.
And . . . so am I.
I nod, and maybe moan again because holy shit he looks hot. The fact that I'm the reason for that heated look in his eyes makes me feel even more desirable than when I imagine being perfect. He kisses his way back up my neck until he's hovering over me. He slides a hand to the nape of my neck and dips his head.
"I'm sorry. I don't know how to slow myself down when I'm with you."
But not only does he slow himself down. He stops completely, because the door to his bedroom swings open.
Ben lies on top of me in a flash, covering me, but he isn't fast enough for me to miss the girl standing in the doorway, wide-eyed.
Oh, God. The door. A girl.
"Ben?" she says.
I think I might panic.
"Can we have a minute, Jordyn?" Ben says, without looking back at her.
The door quickly slams shut and a muffled apology comes from the other side of it. "Sorry! Oh, wow, so sorry!"
Her reaction isn't that of a pissed-off girlfriend, so that fills me with relief. It does little to relieve my embarrassment, though.
"I'm so sorry," Ben says. "I had no idea she was home." He gives me a quick peck on the mouth and then lifts up. "Don't worry. This is way more embarrassing for her than it is for us."
I pull my bra back up over my breasts and I sit up on the bed. "Speak for yourself."
Ben retrieves my shirt from the foot of the bed and returns to me, helping me pull it over my head. He's grinning.
"It's not funny," I whisper.
He laughs quietly. "If you knew Jordyn, you'd know that this is actually hilarious."
I feel out of the loop and it isn't until this moment that I realize how very little I actually know about Ben. "Is she your sister?"
"She will be in a few days," he says, answering me as he slips on his shoes. "She's marrying my brother Kyle this weekend. They're having the wedding out back."
He has a brother?
I'm reminded of how little I actually know about his family.
"The wedding is here? Do they live here?"
He nods. "My brothers and I inherited the house after my mom died. We all live here since there's plenty of space. My older brother travels a lot, so he's gone more than he's here, though. Kyle and Jordyn share the master bedroom downstairs."
I don't know why I assumed Ben was an only child. And I had no idea his mother passed away. I feel like this guy whose mouth was just devouring my breasts is a complete stranger. He must see the confusion and embarrassment still on my face, so he leans over me and smiles reassuringly. "We'll play twenty questions later and you'll know almost everything about me. As boring as my life is. But for now, I want you to meet my future sister." He pulls on my hands until I'm standing. I put my shoes back on and follow him out of the bedroom. We get to the top of the stairs and he stops and gives me the sweetest, softest kiss before continuing his descent to find Jordyn.
Blame it on the fact that I'm a sucker for romance novels, but I've been convinced that the grander the gesture, the greater the love. Some of my favorite scenes from the books I read are those pivotal points in the arc of the story when the guy declares his love for the girl in a huge way. But the way this one little kiss from Ben just left me feeling, I think I've been overlooking the best parts of romance novels. Maybe the grand gestures don't matter nearly as much as all the inconsequential things between the two main characters.
It makes me want to go back and reread everything I've ever read, now that I'm experiencing these things with someone in real life.
"I'm so sorry," someone is saying as Ben pulls me into the kitchen. "I had no idea you were home and I was looking for scissors but you are home and she's definitely not a pair of scissors."
She's cute. Shorter than me, California-blond hair and a face that can't hide a single emotion. Because right now, just looking at her, I can tell she's about to crack.
"Jordyn, this is Fallon," Ben says, gesturing toward me.
I wave and Jordyn immediately crosses the room and hugs me. "Nice to meet you, Fallon. Don't be embarrassed, it's perfectly normal for Ben to have girls in his room."
I cut my eyes to Ben and he lifts his hands in defense like he has no idea why she just said that. I lift my palms up in a "help me" gesture, because she's clinging tight and I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Ben clears his throat and Jordyn finally releases me.
"Oh God, that totally came out wrong," she says, shaking out her hands. "It's not normal for him to have girls in his room. Not at all what I meant," she says. "I just mean it's nothing to be ashamed of, we're all adults. I wasn't implying that you're one of many. In fact, he rarely ever brings girls here so that's why I didn't think twice before walking into his room, because it's so rare I never thought he'd actually be in there. With you. With a girl." She's pacing now, and every time I catch a glimpse of her face, she looks on the verge of tears. I've never seen anyone more in need of a hug than she is right now.
I walk over to her and she stops pacing. I place both of my hands on her shoulders. I take a deep, exaggerated breath, straightening my posture. She copies the movement, dragging air into her lungs. I calmly exhale, and she follows suit. I smile. "It's okay, Jordyn. Ben and I are absolutely fine. But you look like you could use a drink. Or ten."
She nods feverishly and then slaps her hand over her mouth as soon as the tears come.
Oh, Jesus. What now? I look to Ben for help, but he's looking at me like this is completely normal behavior for her. He does make his way toward her though, turning her around to face him.
"Hey," Ben says soothingly, pulling her into a hug. "What's wrong?"
She shakes her head, pointing toward another room. "The placeholders came and half of them are spelled wrong and the tables and chairs were supposed to be here this morning, but they moved delivery to tomorrow and tomorrow doesn't work because tomorrow is when I'm supposed to have my last fitting and now I have to be here for the delivery and my mom's flight was canceled so she can't help me finish the flower arrangements tonight and . . ."
Ben cuts her off. "Calm down," he says. He motions toward the refrigerator, so I walk to the kitchen and find a half
-full bottle of wine. I pour Jordyn a glass while Ben calms her down. When I hand it to her, she's sitting on a bar stool, wiping at her tears.
"Thank you," she says as she takes the wine. "I'm normally not this crazy or high-strung but it's the worst week of my life. And I know it'll be worth it in the end but . . ." She eyes me hard. "Never get married. Ever. Unless you go to Vegas."
I make it look like I'm soaking in her advice, but her stress level is enough to make anyone not look forward to a wedding.
"Wait," she says, pointing at me. "Your name is Fallon? As in Fallon O'Neil?"
Oh, no. It's not often I get recognized from the show, but when it does happen, it's usually by girls who are about Jordyn's age. Girls who probably watched the show religiously.
"You aren't the actress who used to star on that detective show, are you?"
Ben's arm goes around my shoulder like he's proud of that fact. "She sure is."
"No way!" she says. "I used to watch that show all the time! Well, until they replaced you with that one chick who couldn't act worth a flip."
That comment makes me feel good. I couldn't bring myself to watch the show after I was replaced, but I won't lie and say I wasn't a little relieved that it went off the air two seasons later due to a drop in ratings.
"Why did you quit the show?" she says. And then, "Oh. Wait, I remember. You were injured, right? Is that where you got the scars from?"
I can feel Ben's arm immediately tense. "Jordyn," he says.
I appreciate that he's attempting to intercept the conversation for my sake, but it's hard to be offended by Jordyn when it's obvious she's just curious and not at all judging.
"It's fine," I say, as soon as she looks like she's about to apologize. "It was an unfortunate accident, and it sucked that I had to quit the show. But I'm grateful I survived. It could have been a lot worse."
I feel Ben press a kiss against the side of my head, and I assume it's because he appreciates that the encouraging words he said to me upstairs might have actually sunk in.
The front door slams and everyone's attention shifts from the conversation about my career to the sound of a man's voice.
"Where's my little bitch?" he calls out.
Oh, lord. I hope this isn't the groom.
"Ian's home," Ben says. He grabs my hand and pulls me toward the living room. "Come meet my big brother."
I follow Ben into the living room to see a man kneeling down by the front door, petting a little white dog. "There's my little bitch," he says sweetly to the dog. As sweet as that sentence can sound, anyway.
"Look what the cat flew in," Ben says, getting the guy's attention.
It isn't until Ian stands up that I notice he's in a pilot's uniform. Ben immediately motions toward me. I'm not gonna lie, meeting new people is awkward enough. But meeting Ben's family is a whole new level of awkward.
"Ian, this is Fallon. Fallon, Ian."
Ian immediately steps forward and grabs my hand, shaking it. He and Ben look so much alike, I can't help but stare. He's got Ben's strong jaw and they have the same mouth, but Ian is slightly taller and has blond hair.
"And Fallon is your . . ." He leaves the sentence hanging, waiting for Ben to finish it. But Ben stares at me and waits for me to finish it.
What the hell? Talk about being put on the spot.
"I'm Ben's . . . plotline?"
Ben laughs loudly, but Ian cocks a curious eyebrow. He looks even more like Ben when he does this. "You finally writing an actual book?" Ian asks him.
Ben rolls his eyes and grabs my hand to pull me back toward the stairs. "She's not my plotline, she's my girlfriend and today is our one-year anniversary."
Jordyn is in the living room now, standing next to Ian. They're both looking at Ben like he's been keeping the world's biggest secret.
"You've been dating for a whole year?" Jordyn asks, directing her question at me. Before I can tell her he's only kidding, she throws her hands up in defeat. "Ben, you told me you weren't bringing a plus one! I didn't order enough chairs and oh, my God, it's probably too late!" She storms out of the room to go make an unnecessary phone call.
I slap Ben on the arm. "That was so mean! She's already stressed as it is."
He laughs and then rolls his eyes dramatically with a groan. "Fine." He follows after Jordyn and as soon as it's just me and Ian in the room, the front door opens. Again. Jesus Christ, how many people can fit in this house?
When the next guy walks through the front door, he sees Ian first. They hug and he slaps Ian on the back. "You said you didn't come in until tomorrow."
Ian shrugs. "Miles took today's runs for me so I could get here sooner. Weather is supposed to be bad tomorrow and I didn't want to get delayed."
The brother I don't know yet says, "Dude, if you would have missed the rehearsal dinner, Jordyn would have my . . ." His voice trails off when he notices me standing in the middle of the living room. I expect him to say something, but he just carefully eyes me up and down with suspicion, as if they don't have visitors very often. Ian steps in and motions toward me.
"Have you met Ben's girlfriend?"
The guy's expression doesn't change, other than an almost unnoticeable arch of his brow. He quickly straightens up and walks toward me. "Kyle Kessler," he says, extending a hand. "And you are?"
"Fallon," I say in a slightly intimidated voice. "Fallon O'Neil."
Unlike Ian and Ben, Kyle doesn't give off the welcoming vibe. It's not that he gives off an unfriendly vibe . . . he's just nothing like his brothers. He's more serious. More intimidating. For a second, I see him glance at the left side of my face and it makes me wonder what he thinks of Ben for bringing someone like me home. But then I remember Ben's words to me upstairs, and how lucky Ben is to have brought someone like me home. Rather than follow through with my initial urge to let my hair fall in my face, I stand taller--more confident. Kyle releases my hand when Ben walks back into the living room.
"All is well with Jordyn," he says. Ben stops short when he sees Kyle. His eyes widen a little, as if he's shocked to see Kyle, and I notice a shift in his demeanor. He tries to cover it up with a smile. "You said you wouldn't be home until tonight."
Kyle drops his keys onto a nearby table and then points at Ben. "We need to talk."
I can't place the tone in Kyle's voice. He doesn't sound outright angry, but he also doesn't seem to be pleased with Ben.
Ben shoots me a reassuring smile before following Kyle out of the room. "Be right back," he says.
I'm left alone with Ian again. I shove my hands in the pockets of my jeans, unsure of what to do with myself while I wait for Ben.
Ian bends down and scoops up the little white dog at his feet. He nods his head toward the stairs. "I haven't showered in three days. That's where I'll be if either of them asks."
"Yeah," I say. "It was nice meeting you, Ian."
He smiles. "You too, Fallon."
And now I'm alone. These last few minutes have been all kinds of strange. Ben's family is . . . interesting.
I look around the living room, trying to get a clue as to who Ben is. There are pictures on the mantel of him and his brothers. I pick one up to get a closer look. It's hard to tell now, but in the earlier pictures it's clear that Ben is the baby and Ian is the oldest. I just have no idea how many years separate the brothers. Maybe two or three?
I don't see any pictures of their mother anywhere. It makes me wonder how long ago she died and where their father is. Ben hasn't mentioned anything about him yet.
I hear a loud thud come from the hallway. Worried it might be Jordyn, I walk in that direction. I immediately pause when I see Ben pressed up against the wall with Kyle's arm against his throat.
"Are you an idiot?" Kyle says through clenched teeth. Ben is looking at Kyle like he wants to kill him, but he isn't making an effort to fight back. Just as I'm about to rush down the hallway to pull Kyle off of him, Ben catches sight of me out of the corner of his eye. Kyle then turns to see what ca
ught Ben's attention and as soon as he sees me, he takes a step back, releasing Ben.
I'm so confused by what just happened. Kyle is standing between Ben and me, looking back and forth between us. Just when it looks as if he's about to turn and walk away, he spins around and decks Ben right in the eye, slamming him into the wall behind him.
"What the hell!" I yell at Kyle. I rush to Ben and he holds up a hand, keeping me at a distance.
"It's okay," he says. "Go upstairs. I'll be up in a minute." He's covering his eye with his hand, and Kyle is still standing there, looking like he wants to hit him again. But he immediately backs down when Jordyn comes rushing around the corner to take in the scene. She looks back and forth from Kyle to Ben in shock, like this is completely out of character for both of them.
Which makes this entire scene even more confusing. I don't have brothers, so as far as I know, brothers punch each other all the time. But going by Jordyn's reaction, that's not the case in this household. She'll probably break down in tears again any second.
"Did you just hit him?" she says to Kyle.
For a split second, Kyle looks ashamed, as if he wants to apologize. But then he blows out a quick breath and turns his attention to Ben. "You deserved that," he says, backing out of the hallway. "You fucking deserved that."
Ben
We're in my bathroom and I'm leaning against the counter as she dabs the wet washcloth against my eye, wiping away the blood.
I can't believe Kyle hit me in front of her. I'm so pissed and I'm trying to relax, but it's hard. Especially when she's pressed against me in the bathroom like this, touching my face with her fingertips.
"Do you want to talk about it?" She reaches down for a Band-Aid and begins tearing it open.
"No."
She presses the Band-Aid to my face and smooths it out. "Should I be worried?" She tosses the paper in the trash can and puts the washcloth in the sink.
I face the mirror and finger the swelling around my eye. "No, Fallon. You should never be worried when it comes to me. Or Kyle, for that matter."
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