Page 24 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
Pete nods. “Hmm, yeah, I can see that. Nice eye, honey.”
What is it with these two?
“Is it hard to find clothes with your complexion?” Amy asks.
“I don’t have any trouble at all,” Bristol says.
“I prefer her in no clothes.” I squeeze Brie into my side again to show support. “I’m always disappointed when she finds something to wear.”
Half of what I say falls from my mouth without me thinking about it first. Case in point. All I know is that I want to, no I need to, cut Pete and Amy where it hurts. No matter what it takes.
Bristol turns into me and places her palm over my pecs in a move that feels possessive. “What’s a girl to do, right?” Her breasts press into my ribs, and her hips are close to straddling my thigh.
I like possessive Brie.
I’d like her more if she were riding my thigh while I kissed the ever-loving fuck out of her.
My cock twitches in my jeans at the thought.
Down, boy.
Amy glowers at Bristol. She opens her mouth to say something, so I cut her off.
“But then she shows up looking like she does, with this gorgeous ass in these jeans.” I cup her cheek and squeeze, releasing a groan of male satisfaction I didn’t even have to fake.
I look Pete in the eye. “And I know I’m the one who gets to pull them off her later.”
I’m not sure where that came from either, but I’m rewarded when Pete looks like he wants to kill me, and Brie’s nails dig into my chest. I wonder if that’s another subtle sign of something she likes. I file that for later use too.
I don’t know about her, but for me, this is feeling a lot like foreplay. The heat between our two bodies is palpable. As much as I want to continue cutting Pete and Amy down, I want to get out of here with Brie more.
“I think I’m done with this, sweetheart.” I gesture to the room. “What do you say we call it a night here and enjoy ourselves elsewhere?” I wiggle my eyebrows for effect.
Brie giggles. “I say yes.”
“Perfect.” I kiss the tip of her nose. We smile at one another like disgusting lovesick fools.
I don’t hate it.
“Catch you later,” I say to Amy and Pete over my shoulder. Brie and I join hands as if we’ve done it a million times before, and it comes naturally, and we leave. Stopping briefly to say goodbye to Blake, I hug him and whisper, “If anyone asks, your sister and I are engaged.”
He nods.
And then, “Wait, what?”
But we’re already out the door.
bristol
I waituntil we’re in the elevator to say anything, trying to ignore the fact that Wyatt and I are still holding hands. But then it gets to me, and I word vomit.
“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I just can’t stand that woman. I didn’t know it was her you were talking to. I could tell you weren’t happy, whoever it was, and I wanted to rescue you from it. And get away from Pete at the same time because he wouldn’t take his hand off my shoulder—”
“What?” Wyatt looks upset.
“What,what?” I ask. “I mean, what to which part?”
“Pete wouldn’t take his hand off your shoulder?”
