Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Oliver sees it too and meets my gaze.
I just shrug in response. There's no fucking way I'm getting in the middle of Trystan's situation. If Wyatt doesn't kill him for falling for his sister, Chloe might do it herself. She's a little savage. I think she's wild about Tryst, though. He's the only one who has ever been able to talk sense into her.
"Speaking of weddings…" Gabe smirks at me. "Want to tell the table what you and Paisley were doing on the side of the road yesterday?"
All eyes turn to me.
I narrow mine on my cousin. "She had a flat."
"Oh, it definitely looked like she had something," he says with a chuckle. "I'm not sure I'd call it flat, though. It seemed more…phallic."
Oh, he's an asshole.
"You were fucking on the side of the road?" Tryst asks.
"Jesus Christ." I scowl at Gabe. "No. We weren't fucking on the side of the road."
"They were definitely fucking behind the winery this morning," Jax mutters. "Haven and I could hear them from the front desk."
"That was you?" Tryst turns wide eyes on me. "Jesus. I thought a fucking bull got onto the property."
My brother and cousins all crack up.
I close my eyes and count to three. It doesn't help. Why did my parents and uncles have to have so fucking many kids? They're all nosy as hell.
"When is Jareth getting back from Tennessee?" I ask. At least he's normal. He doesn't annoy the hell out of me.
"Two weeks. They decided to spend a few weeks with Zoya's family since Nadia and Teo are there with the baby," Bastian says.
"Hey!" Lucy waddles up to the table with her hands on her hips. "Why are we dancing alone?"
"Uh, because we didn't sign up for this torture tradition of yours?" Tryst retorts, one brow arched.
Oliver smacks him across the back of the head. "You want me to dance with you, baby girl?"
"Yes."
"Then let's dance." He grins at his wife, nudging Bastian to let him up.
She beams at him, all sunshine and happiness, so fucking easy to please. My gaze drifts back to the dance floor, where Paisley is still shimmying with my cousins. She never asked me to dance with her…
I scoot my chair back, the legs grinding against the hardwood floor. "I'm going to dance with Paisley."
Everyone looks at me like I just announced that I plan to rob a bank or something. Jesus. Is it that weird to dance with your girl?
"If by dancing, you mean fucking in the bathroom, I will kill you," Tryst says cheerfully. "I do not need to hear that again."
I scratch the side of my eye with my middle finger, leaving a trail of laughter in my wake as I turn to stride onto the dance floor.
Paisley doesn't see me coming, so I sidle up behind her and wrap an arm around her waist, yanking her back against me.
She whips her head around, blinking up at me. "Oh." Surprise melts into a bright smile. "It's you."
"Expecting someone else?"
"No." She turns in my arms, looping hers around my neck. "I just didn't think you'd want to dance."
"Did you want to dance with me?"
"Um, duh."
"You should have told me, Dimples. I wouldn't have taken so long had I known."
She cocks her head to the side, her expression full of doubt. "Really?"
"Yes, really." I chuckle, dipping my head to kiss the frown from her lips. "You think it's a hardship?"
"Most guys don't like to dance."
I spin her back around, hauling her up against me until my cock is nestled between the plump cheeks of her ass. My lips brush the side of her throat as she sways her hips against me.
"I'm not most guys, baby," I murmur against her skin, licking a line all the way to her ear. "I remember the way we moved together at Lucy and Oliver's wedding. Do you?"
She moans softly, and I know she does. It was that fucking dance that broke us both. After two weeks of torturing each other in every corner of the vineyard, going as far as we could without actually fucking, we snapped that night. It was impossible not to break with her body moving against mine like a wet dream. We barely made it back to my place before she had her hand in my pants, begging me to fuck her.
We sway together now just like we did then, our bodies flowing against one another as the music vibrates the floor beneath our feet. It throbs through our bodies, each heavy thud shaking loose the same desperation we felt back then. Only, it's more powerful now. Because we know exactly how good we are together. We know exactly what we're missing right now.
Her body on mine. My hands in her hair. Her hips rocking. My breath in her ear.
"Fuck," I growl, my hips bucking when I feel her hand brushing against the hard ridge of my cock. I wrap my hand around her throat, turning her head to capture her lips in a scorching kiss. I'm starving for her, every damn minute of the day.