Page 10 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
I can’t stand it when my brain does this. It’s like I have no control over it. My tiny voice argues with itself in my head just because it can. I’ll have to name her soon if she keeps this up.
Regardless of which one it is, simile or metaphor, Wyatt Reed will want me, and I will shoot him down cold. Then, I’ll make sure he regrets his actions from today with every breath in his body if it’s the last thing I do.
Because even if I didn’t hate him before, I do now.
wyatt - present day
“God, I love Vegas,”I say absently as I watch a woman speed-walk toward the airport exit before me. She’s got a fantastic ass—encased in tight jeans making the already heart shape all the more lovely.
“You say that like you’ve been there a million times,” my brother, Bennett, scoffs from the other end of the phone line.
“Often enough,” I say. “All the beautiful people are here.” She’s wearing heels with her jeans, and her legs look impossibly long. It’s easy to imagine them wrapped around my waist as I fuck her. If I were in Vegas for any other reason, I’d make that thought a reality. But this weekend is all about my buddy, Blake, who’s getting married next month.
His girlfriend, er fiancée Taylor, is pregnant. This is his big send-off celebration. Or it would be if it weren’t co-ed with Taylor and her friends. Hard to celebrate a guy’s send-off when his woman is there to monitor his actions.
“You must be staring at some chick’s ass,” Bennett says.
I laugh. My brother knows me well. “Can’t help if I’ve got great taste.” I pull my gaze from the great ass to concentrate on the conversation and the reason I called my brother in the first place. “Hey, I’m mostly calling to see how Misha is doing without me there. Does she want to talk to me?”
“Dude, you are so whipped where she’s concerned.”
“What can I say? She’s the perfect girl, and she loves me unconditionally. What more can a guy want out of life?”
“She’s in the bedroom with Tess. Those two are bonding over some chick flick, probably drinking wine and eating popcorn.”
“Don’t let Tess give Misha wine,” I say, frowning.
“She won’t.”
“Or popcorn,” I add.
He sighs, sounding exasperated. Bennett is a veterinarian, so he knows what Misha can or can’t have. I’m just overprotective; she’s my first dog.
“Look,” I say. “It’s the first time we’ve been apart. I worry about her. Put her on the phone.”
“She’s fine. Stop being an idiot. Go enjoy your weekend of debauchery and hedonism.”
I laugh, considering my thoughts from a moment ago. “I doubt there will be much of either. It’s a coed bachelor/bachelorette thing. Shit, I forgot I have to get a cab.” I exit the airport, squinting at the bright Las Vegas sun. The heat is palpable even though it’s late afternoon. “I gotta go. Take care of my girl.”
“Yep.” He hangs up without saying anything else.
I see the taxi line ahead, with an attendant directing people to cabs in some kind of order. Beyond that, cabs are lined up for what would be a city block. The drivers lean against their cars while they wait. I see the fantastic ass near the head of the line.
She tells the attendant what sounds like the name of the hotel I’m also going to.
How fortuitous.
I sling my bag over my shoulder and jog the last few steps to her. “I’m going there too. Split the cab?” I smile big to show I’m a nice guy.
Her back stiffens. She slowly turns to face me.
Whoa.
“Bristol?” My jaw drops, along with my gaze as I drink her in. My best friend’s younger sister has changed in the last four years.
A lot.
She’s curvy in all the places that used to be straight.
