Page 10 of Sip
“Good evening Mr. King.” Her tone mimics her tight smile, both of which insinuate my rudeness. “What can I help you with?”
Fucking hell. She’s going to be difficult too. These damn women are pissing me off. “You know cardboard, water bottles, stuff like that. Do you recycle it?”
My inquiry confuses her. Welcome to my world— I’m fucked up in the head because of that enviro freak.
She slowly nods and opens the cabinet next to the dishwasher, revealing green plastic tubs sitting side by side. “Yes, and glass too.”
“Good.”
The lines on her forehead crease even more. If she thinks I’m giving her an explanation for my request, she’s going to be sadly disappointed. I slide out my phone kicking myself for bothering to check let alone messaging her back with an answer.
Me:We’ve got three of them
Grace:Yay! But that’s not nearly enough. We can get some more after our run ?
Now we’re going fucking shopping? Ridiculous. I should shut this shit down now. But I don’t. Instead, I jog to my room and change into running clothes, trying not to think about her doing the same. My cock doesn’t agree with my efforts. He knows she’s amazing and worth doing all of this bullshit. Except I’ll never be the one who receives the reward.
Shane’s office door is closed now as I stride past to the front door. He’s given up trying to include me this morning. Just like Grace should. I know my assignment and need to focus on that instead of jacking around with her at the park.
Yet here I am driving to her house instead of out intimidating the soldiers running point on today’s deliveries. I’ve got the rest of the day to scare them but only this last chance to hang out with her solo before they’re married. I’m already crossing a blurry line now. Once he’s fucked her, she’s off limits in every sense.
There’s no one to blame but myself. Shane married Maeve when I was too young to understand what marriage even really meant. All I knew was that my mom cheated, and my sister-in-law died, breaking my father and brother in the process. No woman was worth that kind of agony seen through my teenage eyes. I vowed I would never experience that heartache. Now I realize the truth and the pain is even worse.
Besides it’s his job to produce the heir. Or so I thought. He agreed and set up this marriage with Grace. If I had only volunteered, shit would be different. But Shane would never go back on his word, and her father would never allow the insult.
I turn into her driveway and regret even more not stepping up to my responsibility with her stretching on the sidewalk. Her peach-shaped ass stares me right in the face as she bends to touch the toes of her sneakers with her long ponytail dragging on the concrete. God she’s incredible. All I can imagine is fisting her hair and sinking my teeth into that supple skin.
“Hi there!”
She smiles at me through her calves after I climb out of my vehicle. It fucks me up how excited she is to see me. It fucks me up even more how excited I am to see her. “Hey yourself.”
Per usual, she races over to give me a giant hug.
“I bet you’re glad I’m not sweaty this time!”
She laughs while I breathe her in like life. The same tantalizing cotton candy scent engulfs me that I thought I had only imagined as well as her own clean smell lingers underneath. She’s soft and sweet and seductive with her innocence— legitimately unaware of what she does to me. Or my cock.
Gently, I push her away before she feels the hardness against her stomach, feigning the need to check something on my phone. Looking up from the screen, I’m greeted with her tits on display this time as she leans forward and her tank top droops revealing her sports bra and allowing the peek of cleavage. Tempting me with what the rest of the satin skin and round nipples would taste like against my tongue. Jesus. I’ve got to get myself together. “What time is your beach clean-up?”
“Ten so we better get going.”
Good. The sooner the better so this dumpster fire can end. I should never have agreed to do anything with her, let alone when she’s in an outfit that shows off her delectable body. I can’t resist the temptation. I can’t stand the torture. I can’t keep doing this.
Especially when she grins up at me after I help her into the passenger side. She’s always all smiley faces and explanations points and joy even in her expression. Which I would despise the cheerfulness from anyone but her.
She starts chattering again as soon as I climb inside and the hit the ignition.
“Okay, so you know your brother better than I do. Do you think he likes vanilla or chocolate more?”
No fucking clue.
“Because when I ask him what kind of cake he wants for the wedding, he always says, ‘Whatever you want is fine.’ But it’s his wedding too, and I want him to be happy.”
Happy.
Bile swims in my stomach, flaming up to my chest. Regardless of what she says or does she’ll never be the one to make him happy. No one can, including her. “How about some of both?”
Her head tilts side to side considering my suggestion. The thick ponytail sways across her bare shoulder, and I have to get my focus back to the road before my cock hardens any more.
