Page 38 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
“We don’t.” Pete finally tears his gaze from Bristol to look at me. His eyes are issuing a challenge that I’m pretty sure the rest of him can’t back up.
Aren’t they married?
“Okay.” I shrug.
Bristol turns to me. “I’m jumping.”
“You’re—” Next thing I know, her legs are wrapped around my waist, and my hands are cupping her ass.
“This is how Wyatt’s fiancée kisses him,” Bristol says about a half second before her lips descend on mine. The kiss is hard from the start. Her tongue breaches my mouth, and it’s on.
No hesitation, no build-up. This is a makeout session, and it’s straight sex. My cock hardens. One hand stays on her ass, and the other slides up the back of her t-shirt so I can feel her skin. Her fingers claw at my hair and neck. My head is spinning. One of us moans, or maybe it’s both—
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, I’m not ready for this.” Hands slide between our bellies and forcibly push us apart. Bristol drops her forehead to mine, her breath heavy and chest heaving. I’m so kiss drunk, I’m surprised I don’t drop her.
Blake is in my periphery, arms crossed over his chest, loudly tapping his foot. I look at him and smile sheepishly. “Sorry, dude.”
“Put her down,” he commands.
Bristol lowers her legs, and I reluctantly release her ass. But I pull her back in front of me when she tries to move to my side, whispering, “Can you stand in front of me for just a minute? Or two.” I look down pointedly.
She follows my gaze and laughs softly. “Sure.”
“It’s one thing that you’reengaged. Okay, sure, but don’t make me watch that shit. It’s just gross,” Blake says.
“They’reactuallyengaged?” Pete asks.
“Why do they have separate rooms?” Amy adds.
Bristol gasps.
“What are you, relationship police?” Pete and Amy are pissing me off with this. Not to mention, it’s weird.
“How do you even know that?” Bristol asks.
Amy ignores her.
“Taylor gave her a list,” I answer softly.
Blake shrugs. “They didn’t even tell me they were dating, let alone engaged.” He looks at me, saying more with his glare than he has audibly. “I booked them separate rooms.”
He doesn’t want me messing around with Bristol.
“But he’s your best friend,” Amy says.
I stare back at Blake.I’m not messing around.
“And she’s your sister,” Pete adds.
“Exactly,” Blake says. “He knows I’d kick his ass if he ever hurt my sister. He was smart to wait until it was serious.” Blake slaps me on the back hard enough to make me cough. “Right, buddy?”
“Yup,” I croak.
“It’s almost time!” Taylor singsongs as she joins us.
“Honey, do you want me to finish passing those out?” she asks Blake, then turns to Brie. “Bristol, can I borrow you for a moment?”
“I got it,” Blake says drily, but Taylor is already gone, dragging Bristol in her wake. He disappears only to return a few moments later.
