She nods. “Okay,” she says. “But tell me if you change your mind.”
“I will.”
“So, you told Sky about April, right? She’s not going into tonight blind?”
I nod. “I told her about her.”
“And she’s okay with going to your ex’s wedding?”
“Closure,” I say. I put my wallet in the inner pocket of my suit coat.
“Closure,” she repeats. “You ready to go?” she asks. She looks me up and down. “You’re almost as handsome as Logan, you know?” She grins at me, and I put my arm around her and walk out of the bedroom.
“Get your hands off my baby mama,” Logan says.
I laugh because it’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard come out of his mouth. “Make me,” I taunt.
He laughs, and we walk out the door together. They’re hand in hand, and I follow. We look ridiculous all dressed up in the neighborhood we’re from, and I’m afraid we’ll get mugged if we linger too long. But Emily’s father let us borrow his driver tonight—and his limo. It was pretty nice of him, and I get to spoil Sky a little.
We pull up to her apartment. She told me to text her when we were close, so she can meet us at the street, but I don’t. I go up to her apartment and knock. Seth opens the door. “Damn, dude,” he says. “You’re all dressed up.” He smiles. “I’m glad because so is she.”
He steps back, and it’s like he’s opening a curtain on Let’s Make a Deal. Sky steps out of her room and walks toward me. She’s in heels that look even higher than Emily’s, and she’s not a mom right now. She’s a classy lawyer who comes from money, and I could never, ever hope to live up to her.
She whistles at me. “You look handsome,” she says. She walks toward me with a necklace draped over her fingers. She presses it into my hands and turns her back to me. “Will you put that on me?” she asks. She lifts her hair, which is out of the ponytail I’ve gotten used to, and it hangs in artful waves down her back. She’s wearing a dress that clings to her figure. I know I’ve already seen everything that’s under that dress, but damn if my dick doesn’t get happy when she turns her back to me.
I clip her necklace around her neck and bend to kiss the soft skin. She purrs and turns toward me. “Thanks.”
“I am so glad you’re here,” Seth says. “I had to look at 452 dresses. And once she picked a dress, she had to do the shoe dance.”
I quirk my brow at him. “The shoe dance?”
He puts one foot on the floor and stands like a flamingo. He mimics a girl’s voice. “This shoe or this shoe?” he asks, as he switches from foot to foot.
Sky laughs and shoves his shoulder. “I wasn’t that bad.”
Seth rolls his eyes and goes to flop onto the couch. Mellie and Joey are in the floor playing with Barbies.
“You sure you’ll be okay, Seth?” she asks, but he’s grinning and typing into his phone. “Seth!” she calls loudly.
He looks up. “What?”
She rolls her eyes. “Are you sure you’ll be all right?”
He hangs one arm over the back of the couch. The boy is all skinny arms and legs. “We’ll be fine,” he says. He goes back to his phone.
“Call if you need anything, okay? Anything at all.”
“Okay,” he says absently. Something is up, but I don’t know what.
“Are you having anybody over, Seth?” I ask.
He looks up, his face flushing. “No, she can’t come tonight.” He doesn’t realize his mistake for a second. Then he rushes on to say, “I mean he. Not she.”
Now I get it. He wanted to have a girl over.
“No girls,” Sky says. “I’m not ready to be a grandma yet.”
Seth doesn’t look up from his phone.
“Seth!” Sky cries.
He jerks his head up. “What?”
“No girls in the house unless they’re your sisters. Do you hear me?”
He salutes her. “I hear you.”
She goes and kisses Joey and Mellie on their heads, and I walk over to Seth. “You heard what she said, right?” I ask.
He looks a little contrite. “Yes.”
“Good.” I point my finger at him. “Behave yourself.”
“You, too,” he says with a grin. “What time will you be home?”
Sky opens her mouth, but I cut her off. “In a couple of hours.”
“That’s all?” Sky asks.
I nod. But that’s not all. I put my hand at her lower back and lead her out of the room after she kisses Seth on the forehead. He scrunches up his face and then goes back to his phone.
“Really, just a couple of hours?” she asks as the door closes.
“No,” I say. “I just said that so he’ll have no idea when we’ll be home. He’ll be less likely to have that girl over that way.”
She smiles. “Oh, very good idea.”
“Three younger brothers,” I remind her. I look her up and down. “You are so beautiful,” I tell her.
Her cheeks get all rosy. “Thank you,” she says. She dips her head. “You could have just texted me when you got here. I’d have met you downstairs.”
“My mother would roll over in her grave if I didn’t pick you up at your door.” It’s the truth. She would hate it. I adjust my suit coat. “She raised five gentlemen.” I lift my nose in the air, being silly.
Sky looks at me. “Yes, I think she did,” she says softly.
I hook an arm around her waist and pull her against me as the elevator doors close. I touch my lips to hers. “I’m going to mess up your lipstick,” I warn.
“I have more,” she breathes softly. Then she throws her arms around my neck and kisses me. I palm her ass and lift her against me. She doesn’t seem to mind. She makes a little noise against my lips that shoots straight to my heart.
The doors open, and I pull back. She wipes my lips with her thumb. I take my handkerchief out and swipe my face. “All good?” I ask.
I wipe the corner of her mouth where I smudged her. “Me?” she asks.
“Beautiful,” I say.
I take her hand and lead her out of the building. She’s so fucking beautiful that I want the whole world to see her. And what makes it even better is she’s mine.
She stops short when she sees the limo. “That’s for us?” she asks.
I nod and usher her into the car when the driver opens the door. She slides in next to Emily, and Em gives her a glass of champagne. She takes it in one hand and the other lands on my leg after I get in beside her. Her fingertips draw lazy circles on my thigh. I lay my hand over hers so she’ll stop. She looks up at me confused, but it only takes one touch from her to make my dick hard.
Logan laughs from the other side of the car. “Shut it,” I say, and I sign it at the same time.
He just laughs a little louder.
Skylar
Matt knows everyone at the wedding, apparently. It’s being held at a swanky hotel, and it’s truly beautiful. The bride was lovely, and I even felt myself tearing up when she started down the aisle. Matt just squirmed as the ceremony went on, and I guess it was because he’s not used to the wearing a suit. Now it’s time for the reception, which is a sit-down dinner that I wasn’t expecting. And then dancing. Matt introduces me to people as they walk up. There are so many of them that I can’t even hope to keep up with all the names.
The best man gives a toast that makes the room roar with laughter, and even Matt chuckles and raises his glass in the bride and groom’s direction. He leans into me and whispers close to my ear. “Last night, you made this noise on the phone that I can’t get out of my head,” he says.
My belly flips. “What noise?” I ask. I lean over and kiss his cheek. I just can’t help it.
“I can’t describe it,” he says absently. “But it was when you came.”
I choke on my own spit, and he laughs. His hand lands on my thigh.
“I want to hear it again,” he says, his words hot on the shell of my ear.
I lay
my hand on his inner thigh and hitch it higher. It’s a bold move but so is the way he’s talking to me. “Stop teasing,” I warn.
“Who’s teasing?” he asks. He looks into my eyes.
“You going to stay over tonight?” I ask. I raise my brows at him.
He shakes his head. “Seth,” he says.
“Now who’s teasing?” I ask. I lean into him, and my breast touches his arm. He lifts a finger to lightly trace the underside of it. I press my legs together to ease the sudden, pounding ache.
He gets up and takes my hand, then pulls me to my feet. “Come on,” he says.
“Where are we going?” I ask as he drags me behind him. I run on my tiptoes in my too-tall shoes. He doesn’t slow down. We start down a corridor, and he tests doors until he finds one that’s unlocked. When one opens, he pulls me inside and immediately backs me against the wall. It’s a supply closet. And I don’t care.
“I want to hear that noise again,” he says against my lips. A thousand butterflies take flight in my belly. “Right now.” He stops and looks into my face, his hands bracketing my cheeks. “Is this okay with you?” he asks. “Tell me if it’s not.”
I nod. I can’t even speak.
Matt lifts my skirt, bunching it in his hands until he gets to my panties. He hooks his fingers in them and draws them down my legs. One side hangs over my ankle, and he leaves it there. I don’t care. He unbuckles his belt and lowers his zipper quickly, and then reaches into his inner coat pocket and pulls out his wallet. He flips it open and takes out a condom, which he tugs open with his teeth. He rolls it over his length with a grimace, and then he hoists me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
He looks into my eyes as he lowers me onto him. My back is pressed against the wall, and one of his hands clutches my naked bottom, opening me up for his penetration, while the other anchors his fist beside my head. He fills me slowly, his blue eyes looking into mine as he impales me. God, I feel so full this way. He doesn’t stop until our bodies touch at the hilt of him.
Then he starts to move. His lips touch mine, and he says against my lips, “I love you so fucking much.”
I can’t speak. I can’t think. Matt hits my center, and I adjust my hips a little so that I can take more of him with every stroke.
“Yep, that’s the noise,” he says, as my breath leaves me. He pulls my hand from where I’m holding on to his shoulder and drags it down to where we’re joined. “Rub your pussy, Sky,” he says.
“I don’t need to come like that,” I say.
“I need for you to come like that,” he says. “Please.” His forehead rests against mine and I can feel his every inhale and exhale. We’re sharing the same air.
I reach between us and squeeze the base of his dick as he retreats. He stops moving. “I’m too close,” he warns. He growls at me. “Rub your pussy, Sky.”
I reach down and rub my clit. I’m already close. I’m so close. He’s stroking me from the inside as his big, powerful body holds me tight against the wall. My clit is hard and sensitive, and I rub it quickly, Matt’s feral grunts by my ear keeping time with my strokes. They’re quick and raw, and I suddenly feel it wash over me. Matt grunts and pushes all the way inside me as I flutter around him, milking his orgasm from him. He stills and pulses inside me, his lips tender against my temple as he finishes.
“Sky,” he breathes.
“What?” I whisper back.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks. He pulls back, his brow furrowing. I love that he’s asking.
“No, you didn’t hurt me. You made me come like crazy, though.” I giggle. I can’t help it. Nothing ever felt this good. Ever.
“Me, too. I felt like my toes were going to come out my throat.” He chuckles. I untangle my legs from around his back, and he lowers me to stand. My shoes fell off, so I’m on my bare feet on the linoleum floor, and I don’t care. My panties are still hanging around my ankle.
I rub my thighs together. Something feels off. “Matt,” I say.
“Umm,” he says as he pulls the condom off. He looks up at me sheepishly. “We might have a problem.”
“Why am I all wet?” I ask. More wet than I would be just from me.
He pulls the condom off and holds it up. “Condom broke,” he says.
My heart skips a beat. “What?”
“Yep,” he says.
What startles me the most is that hearing that he just came inside me doesn’t freak me out. Not in the least. “It’s okay, Matt,” I start.
“I know.” He heaves a sigh and tosses the condom in a trash can, covering it up with the garbage that’s already there. “I told you. It would take a miracle for me to get you pregnant. And I got tested for everything under the sun when I was sick. You’re safe.”
“I wasn’t worried,” I say quietly. I want to spend the rest of my life with this man.
He buckles his belt and raises his zipper. Then he bends to unhook my panties from around my ankle. He’s suddenly really quiet. More quiet than I want him to be. I don’t know what to say to him because I don’t know what he’s thinking. “Do you want to go and get cleaned up?” he asks.
I nod. “I should.” He holds my panties out, and I stuff them into my clutch, which I dropped when he pushed me against the wall. He holds out my shoe, and I step into it. He repeats the process on the other side. He looks up at me from my feet and runs a hand up my leg.
“Matt,” I say. But he takes my hand and leads me to the ladies’ room. He kisses my temple and lingers there, breathing lightly by my hair.
“I’ll wait for you in the banquet room,” he says. “That okay?” He’s suddenly so quiet.
I nod and go into the bathroom. I let myself into a stall and sink down. My knees are still shaking and not all of it is because of just having sex against a closet wall. I’m scared that I don’t know what’s going on in Matt’s head. I don’t know what his sudden silence means.
I clean up and just as I’m pulling my panties up, the outer door opens. Female giggling flows into the room. “Can you believe he brought her?” a voice asks.
“I can’t believe Matt even came, much less brought a woman. Maybe he’s over April.”
“Matt will never get over April. Not after what she did.”
“So, who do you think his date is?”
“Just some girl,” the voice says. “Someone who will never mean as much to him as April did.” She snorts. “They have so much history.”
April is the girl who broke Matt’s heart.
My gut clenches, and I have to blink back tears.
Matt brought me here to watch April, the woman he loved more than anything, get married. And he didn’t even tell me.
I let myself out of the stall when the sound of voices goes away, and I hear the door close. I fix my makeup and wipe my brow. I feel like I just got punched in the gut. But there’s nothing I can do about it now.
I walk back out to the table, and I see Emily sitting there. Matt and Logan are talking with a small group of men they know. I sit down beside her, and she eyes me up and down. “Where did you two get off to?” she asks, grinning.
“A closet down the hall where he fucked me against the wall,” I say.
Emily freezes. “For some reason, I don’t think that’s as good as it sounds. What’s wrong?” She looks toward Matt like she wants to get his attention. I knock on the table, and she watches my hand. “April doesn’t look repentant at all over what she did to Matt,” I toss out. I watch for her reaction.
“Oh,” she breathes. She lays a hand on her chest. “I wasn’t sure he told you.”
I smile. “He told me.” He told me about the girl who broke his heart. He just didn’t tell me April was the one. “Why do you think he wanted to come tonight?” I ask. I take a sip of my water.
“Closure, he said.” She looks toward where April is dancing with her new husband.
“He really loved her, didn’t he?” I ask. I say it casually.
“He even wrote her a lett
er when he was dying. He made me promise to give it to her. I’d sooner rot in hell. But he made me promise because his brothers refused to give it to her.”
I smile even though my insides are roaring.
Matt comes to the table and takes my hand in his. “Come dance with me,” he says.
I nod and let him pull me to my feet. There’s a slow song playing, and he leads me onto the dance floor and then draws me into his arms.
“Something wrong?” he asks.
I shake my head and smile up at him. His brow furrows. “Did you get a chance to congratulate the bride yet?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “Not yet.” His gaze roams to where she’s dancing with her new husband. I maneuver us in that direction and then pull myself from his arms. I turn and lay my hand on April’s husband’s arm.
“Can I cut in?” I say with a huge smile. He looks down at his wife, and she shrugs. Then he sees Matt beside me and his grin falls, but he puts it back as quickly as he loses it.
“Matt,” he says.
Matt nods at him, a quick jerk.
As though he understands, the groom passes the bride to Matt, and he takes me in a dance. I watch out of the corner of my eye as Matt says something to April, and then he reluctantly takes her in his arms. He scowls at me and looks in my direction, but I give the groom my attention.
“A lot of history there,” the groom says.
“So I hear,” I say back.
“Mighty big of you to give her to him.”
“Yep,” I say, and I let out a little pop on the p.
“They’re done, you know?” he says.
I look over and see them talking while they’re dancing. “No, they’re not.”
He heaves a sigh. “I know,” he says. “It doesn’t bother you?”
I shake my head. It fucking kills me.
The song stops, and I turn on my heel. I need to get out of here before I fall apart. I nearly run down the hall toward the exit. I jump into a waiting cab and give the driver the apartment address. But I don’t want to go home. When did the apartment with the kids become home? I don’t know, but it is. But I know Matt will go there and wait for me.
I pick up my phone and dial. “Hey, Dad,” I say when he answers.
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