Page 33 of Damaged
“Thank you,” I say, turning my head to see him.
He smiles and once I’m seated he sits across from me. “Oh shit, do you want something to drink?” he says as soon as his ass hits the seat.
“Brett, relax I’m really fine. I’ll get something in a minute.”
“What do you want?” he asks, standing up.
Laughing, I tell him just a water for now. I watch him walk toward the bar. He shakes a few hands, laughs with a few people and gives a few quick hugs. These people know the side of him I do, well maybe not exactly like I do, but they know the good guy I do. I can tell just by the way they smile when they see him. I’m not sure he even realizes how well liked he is. He only ever sees the negative side of himself. I need to try and fix that.
Coming back, he places a glass of water in front of me and a drink in front of him. I’m sure it’s a Jack and Coke. “Sorry that took so long,” he says, sitting down.
“It wasn’t long at all. I did notice something while you were gone though,” I say, before biting in my mashed potatoes in the martini glass.
“Oh yeah, what’s that?”
“You’re a well liked guy. Everyone smiles when they see you coming and they all want to talk to you.”
“Hey, those are people I used to work with and Asher’s family. Don’t get the wrong idea,” he says, completely serious.
Reaching my hand over, I place it on top of his. “Brett, I didn’t mean it like that. What’s wrong?”
He studies me for a second and links his fingers with mine. “You look beautiful Eva. I’m sorry it took me so long to say it, but I was too worried.”
My pulse picks up and I’m sure he can feel it. “Thank you. You look pretty damn good yourself in that tux.”
He laughs and wiggles his eyebrows. “You think so, huh?”
“Hell yeah. You look really hot,” I say, smiling.
“You look sexy as fuck. It’s not fair to the bride to look that good, you know,” he says.
“Shut up,” I say, laughing.
He doesn’t laugh though, he just stares at me. “I’m serious, but eat will you. I don’t need you passing out on me.”
Once I eat I feel much better and decide to grab a drink when Brett rushes off to be with the bridal party. He kept apologizing for having to leave, which just made me laugh. I’m starting to think he considers this maybe like a date or something. He’s never like this when we go out and I find it a turn on. The way he’s so worried about me, making sure I have everything I need. It was only the cocktail hour, but for a minute I even felt like it was a date.
Grabbing my Cosmo, I head into the reception and find my seat. Making small talk with the others at the table, who I find out work for Asher. Looking around the place, I take in all the flowers, the music and laughing people. It’s like something out of a movie, it all seems so perfect.
The DJ starts talking and begins introducing the wedding party. One by one they come in and when Brett and the maid of honor come in everyone goes wild. I can’t help but laugh and join in on the fun. I also can’t take my eyes off of him. I watch as he shouts when Asher and Payton come walking in. I watch the happiness on his face as he watches them dancing. I watch as the rest of the bridal party join them and his arms go around the skank of honor. She’s enjoying it too much and damn it, I’m standing here alone and jealous. Funny for a girl who never knew what that even felt like until Brett.
When the song is over, I try to bury the jealousy when the skank of honor kisses his cheek. I decide it’s probably a good time to visit the bathroom to check my makeup. Weaving my way through the crowd, arms wrap around me from behind and I know it’s Brett. The jealousy I was feeling vanishes when he nips on my ear.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, tightening his hold on me.
“I was going to check my makeup,” I say, turning my head back.
He smiles and kisses my nose. “You look amazing. Come dance with me.”
Butterflies erupt in my stomach and I swear my heart beats out of my chest. “Okay,” I whisper. Because who in their right mind would refuse this fucking man.
Stepping on the dance floor, Brett pulls me close to him, resting his strong hands on my lower back. Mine automatically go to his shoulders and we begin to move to the slow beat. Neither of us say anything, but the way he’s looking at me says it all. I know that because I’m looking at him the same way. It says, I have feelings for you. It’s scary as hell, but fuck it feels good.
When the song is over, the bubble we were just in pops as Asher comes over with shots for both of us. The rest of the night is a blur of crazy fun. Dirty, sexy dancing with Brett, lots of alcohol and a ton of laughs. It’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time. Brett even did a ridiculous dance throwing his jacket and pulling off his tie, which he used to pull me closer to him. I’ve never been as turned on as I am right now riding this elevator up to our room. Especially with Brett’s arm around me, rubbing small circles on my stomach.
We get off on our floor and get to our room. Pushing inside he picks me up and I wrap my legs around him. He kisses me, but it’s different. It’s not hard and fast, it’s soft and slow. He’s taking his time, kissing me with all the feelings we’ve both been shoving down and I’m giving it right back. My fingers run through his hair as he squeezes my ass.
Moving to the bed, he breaks the kiss and lets me slide down his body. Reaching behind me, he unzips my dress letting it pool at my feet. He unbuckles my bra, sliding it down my arms. He hasn’t done that since the first night we were together all those months ago and it makes me nervous.
