Page 157 of Unraveling Rain
Rain: Yes, yes. Sorry to scare you.
Rain: Xander came up with the idea of dressing up for our Thanksgiving dinner. I have no clue what to wear. I went shopping for clothes the other day with him, but I don’t think I got any cocktail dresses.
Ruin: Dressing up? Interesting. Do you want me to go to Raleigh and go shopping with you? Or do you want to go somewhere else?
Somewhere else? What on Earth is Ruin thinking? It’s already Monday. Does she know something I don’t?
Rain: I don’t think we have time to go somewhere else, Ruru. Plus, I’m not married to a billionaire. It’s not like I can spend a couple grand on a dress. *laughing emoji*
Ruin: har, har. I can give you an early Christmas present. You’re my favorite twin sister after all. *wink emoji*
Rain: Nah, it’s okay. We can just go to Belk. Can you come tomorrow? Or do you want me to drive to Asheville?
Xander’s phone pings, and he looks at it absentmindedly.
He hasn’t mentioned anything about his parents joining us for Thanksgiving.
I wonder if everything is okay between them after his dad had to step in with Dennis.
Ugh, I’m so embarrassed they were dragged into this mess.
My phone pings next, and I smile at Ruin’s message.
Ruin: I’m sending the helicopter to pick you up tomorrow morning, is that okay? We can spend the day in Asheville so you don’t have to deal with the gossip mill *eye roll emoji*
Rain: Sounds good, Ru. Thank you! Love you!
“Who was that?” I ask, putting my phone away and stretching my arms above my head.
“Huh? Oh, it was Nico, asking what time we leave tomorrow.”
Xander sounds a little too casual, and I frown.
“So, what time do you leave?”
He shuts off his iPad, turning to face me. His long arms wrap around my waist.
“Ten a.m. The game is Wednesday at seven, and we fly back right after.”
“That’s right,” I say, pretending I didn’t already know that. I know his schedule by heart. “Maybe we can drive together since Ruin is sending the helicopter to pick me up.”
His brow lifts.
“She’s helping me with dress shopping.”
A grin tugs at his lips, and he leans in close.
“What do you say we spend some quality time with some extracurricular activities before we fall asleep?” he says, voice low and loaded, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Do you want to fuck?” I ask deadpan.
He chokes on a laugh.
“Jesus, Cherry. Can you be more specific?”
“Sure.” I shrug, then hold my fingers, counting. “First, you feast on me. Then I feast on you. After that, I ride you.”
I straddle him. His hands immediately cup my ass.
