Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
He shakes his head. “They were talking shit about a certain unhinged bride I’m pretty fond of. Wasn’t cute. Killed my interest. Besides, I had somewhere better to be.”
I smile up at him. “Well, I’m glad you came back.”
He smiles down at me. “Me, too.”
When our dance ends, we head back to the table. Milo is waiting to reclaim his bride. His hand finds my waist immediately and he pulls me back onto his lap.
I’m happy to go. I slide an arm around his neck and watch as he cuts into the little round wedding cake. He lifts a whole piece and moves it to our plate, but then he puts the knife down and grabs part of it with his bare hand.
I smile warily as he brings the cake closer with frosting on his fingers. “You had better not smash that in my face,” I warn him.
He smirks. “Don’t worry, I won’t ruin your makeup.”
“Good. I’ve never found that very amusing. You can feed me cake in a civilized manner.”
“Now, I didn’t say that…”
He pushes the cake between my lips, but since he grabbed it like a caveman, there’s frosting on his thumb and two fingers. He paints my bottom lip with the thick, creamy frosting, then leans in and kisses it off my mouth.
My pussy throbs with need and my heart rate kicks up a bit. He kisses me so thoroughly, it’s difficult to keep my hands from roaming his body, pulling him closer…
“Fucking delicious,” he murmurs, and I know he’s not talking about the frosting.
When my eyes drift open, I know he can see the need he put there because his twinkle with satisfaction.
Before I can speak or reach for the cake to feed him, he pushes his thumb into my mouth. I lick it off obediently, then his other two fingers in turn.
Once his fingers are clean, he pushes them into my hair and pulls me in, leaning his forehead against mine. “Like the cake?”
“Love the cake,” I murmur, lust fogging my ability to think clearly.
Jet surprises me by being the one to interrupt. “Um, before you two consume one another, can I have a minute with Kennedy?”
I glance across the table and see Jonathan hiking up an eyebrow. “You want to dance with her, too?”
Jet shakes his head. “I don’t want to dance. I just want to give her my wedding present.”
“You—you got me a wedding present?” I ask, surprised.
He nods, looking rather proud of himself.
“That was thoughtful.” Reluctantly, I pull myself away from Milo. “I’ll be right back.”
Carefully moving off the bench so I don’t trip this time, I leave Milo and Jonathan to cut and distribute the cake while I follow Jet down the beach.
I’ve never been quite as close to Jet as I have his father and brother, but I suppose that’s to be expected given the boundaries of our relationship were never as murky. Even when we were pretending to date so he could get Brylee’s attention, there wasn’t any real sexual or romantic interest.
In any case, I’ve always been fond of Jet and had a friendly—if a little more distanced—relationship with him.
I’ve noticed changes in him lately. It may be because I’ve spent more time with him since moving in, or even just because he’s getting older. Maturing a bit more. Jet studies everything and everyone in his own way, too, so he’s always learning.
He’s still often tactless, like he just forgets to consider how ordinary people might respond to the more unconventional things he says. It could come off as indifference—maybe he just doesn’t care if he makes people uncomfortable—but I’ve gotten used to his sharp edges and analytical mind. I’ve come to understand he doesn’t mean any offense.
To me, Jet seems harmless.
So even though he leads me farther away from the restaurant than I expect him to, I don’t think anything of it. I guess he really wants privacy. I wonder what this gift is.
Especially because he’s not carrying anything, so it must be small.
I can still hear the music faintly at the restaurant behind us, but there are no restaurants or businesses over here. It’s dark and I didn’t bring my phone.
“Um, Jet, if we go much farther, I won’t be able to see my gift.”
He glances back at me over his shoulder, then glances back at the restaurant as if determining if there’s enough distance.
That makes me frown, but I’m only confused, not worried.
We walk a few more steps, then he turns around to face me. He looks down at the sand briefly, then reaches into his jacket pocket and draws out a small box. It looks like the type of box gift cards come in at Christmastime.
“Open it.”
My gaze flickers up at him. I give him a tiny smile, then I take the lid off his present.