Page 37 of Better Left Unsaid

“Duh,” Bianca replied, holding up her middle finger. “You got the big room last time. Why can’t you play fair and let Knox and I have it this time?”

Brady came up behind Allie and started rubbing her back gently. “Come on, Allegra, let them have the room.”

“Why?” Allie asked, her eyes wide as she grew more enraged and fired up.

Then he whispered something in her ear that wasn’t audible. Whatever he’d said had Allie’s expression softening and her cheeks turning beet red. “You promise?” she asked, her face alit with something new.

He kissed the crease on her forehead. “Have I ever lied to you about that?”

She shook her head and licked her lips. “I guess not.” Then she turned to Bianca and stuck out her tongue. “Fine, you win. You can have the room.”

Frankie and Knox came in, sighing as they placed the luggage on the floor. “Why are we all congregating in the foyer? You girls pack more shit than I know what to do with, and it’s not light,” Frankie noted.

I shrugged. “At least you missed the room debate.”

“Who won?” Knox asked, his eyebrows creased like he was afraid to ask for fear the answer wouldn’t be Bianca. Probably for his own sake.

Perla chuckled, and I patted him on the back. “Bibi,” I answered, seemingly much to his delight because he grinned.

“Good,” Knox replied, clearing his throat. “Because my weekend would not have gone well if she wasn’t happy.”

“No one’s weekend would have,” Perla said, standing on the balls of her feet and placing a chaste kiss on Frankie’s cheek. “Want to claim our room?”

“And then christen it?” Frankie asked, waggling his brows.

Her eyes grew wide and she gasped. “Frankie!” she admonished.

“What?” he questioned, his eyes darting to Knox and then me. “They know we have sex.” Then he brought the conversation to the whole group, “Does anyone here think your sister and I don’t have sex?”

Allie snorted. “Please.”

“Well, you are married,” Bianca said, shrugging. “It slows down, right?”

Knox cocked a brow and nudged her. “It won’t for us.”

“Of course not, but this is Perla we’re talking about,” Bianca teased.

I rolled my eyes. “As much fun as this is, I think I’ll go help Dom get the rest of the stuff from the car.” And hopefully avoid the topic of sex coming around to me.

Knox angled his chin toward me. “Hey, Isabella’s still sleeping in the back seat.”

“I’m not surprised,” I responded, waving a hand in the air like it was no big deal.

Perla cleared her throat. “Oh, and Jade’s out there, too. There are still more suitcases, and she’s trying to sort them out.”

Right. Jade. I almost forgot about her. Sorry, okay? I wasn’t used to her being involved or coming on trips like this. This was the first time she was joining us in the Hamptons, after all. I couldn’t be faulted for forgetting, could I?

I walked outside and Dom immediately caught my eye, his body half in, half out of the back seat as he unbuckled the belt and picked Isabella up and out of the car. Every time we were single, it was like someone turned up the pressure cooker on my physical attraction to this man because he was all I could think about. Which was probably why I’d felt like I needed to ask for forgiveness more often than not, for I had sinned with my intense desire to rake my hands down his back. And now I especially wanted to do that while he made me orgasm again.

“Come on, Peanut. We’re here,” he told her as I came up next to him, his voice so soft and. . . nurturing, I felt butterflies fill my stomach. He was always so good with her.

Jade was hefting the last suitcase from the trunk. “Do you need any help?” I asked, tilting my head to look at her.

She shut the trunk and shook her head. “Nope. I’m all good. Thanks, though.”

I nodded.

“Big place,” she noted her observation of the house.

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