Page 64 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
The wedding kiss got out of hand fast. No surprise there. The three-plus hours beforehand was all foreplay. I had my hand halfway down the front of Wyatt’s shorts when Fauxley Quinn interrupted us to say, "Hey, puddin', don’t be tuggin' him in his trousers like you're some giggly teenager at the cinema. There's a loo right over yonder—go on and get down to business like respectable folks."
So, we did.
I came twice. And itwasreally quick the first time. In short:
Wyatt. Rocked. My. World.
Hence, I told Wyatt he should get anything he wants from me in writing right then and there while I was still drunk on orgasms and before I had too much time to think about it. Otherwise, I knew I wouldn’t stick around.
I go back to my earlier thoughts about happiness and Wyatt—he scares the crap out of me. Sex with him is a no-brainer. But giving him my heart is a bad idea.
I’ve wanted Wyatt for as long as I can remember, but he holds the power to detonate my soul if things go wrong. And if there’s one thing I know for sure, it’s this:
1. If I were the Wicked Witch of the West, Wyatt Reed would be my water.
2. I can’t be trusted to maintain self-control where he’s concerned.
3. When he says I’m a good girl, I’ll do anything he asks.
4. Every time he calls me beautiful, my heart thaws more.
5. I will be destroyed when this ends. And it will. Because good like this doesn’t last.
6. Wyatt is not and never has been the committing kind. He’d rather be alone than tie himself to one woman. I’m sure of it.
Okay, that’s six things I know. But it doesn’t make them any less true. And I’ll honor my promise. I’ll give this the time Wyatt wants. But, for the next sixty hours or so, I must keep my heart on lockdown, tucked safely away from my new husband and his mesmerizing crooked, one-dimple smile. And his beautiful cock.
After that, I’ll run.
wyatt - forty-four hours later
She left me a fucking note.Who does that?
Not only did she not give the entire sixty hours, but she didn’t even wait for me to get back from my workout to tell me in person. I knew I should have skipped the gym.
What does that tell you?
Did I realize all along she was going to bail?
That was her plan, right?
Wyatt -
It was great while it lasted, but we both know that wouldn’t be forever. I want the best for you, truly. I know we’ll both be at the wedding, but maybe we can keep our distance from one another for Blake’s sake.
-Brie
What the fuck kind of note is that? It’s a bullshit note, that’s what. I grab my phone to call her, then realize I don’t even have her number programmed.
I throw my phone against the wall and watch it shatter.
“Fuck!”
That was fucking stupid.
And it didn’t make me feel any better.
I grab one of the hotel decorative pieces and throw it against the wall too.
