“How’d the meeting go?” I ask, watching her hips sway in her sexy skirt that hugs her hips and legs all the way down to her knees. Her white shirt is tucked in, and she looks like a dirty dream I want to have.
“Great. You really know how to find some incredible people. It’s going to be a well-oiled machine. They already have all the plans worked out, and they essentially just needed me to sign off. I was so impressed that I almost lost my cool and bounced up and down.”
Her smile is infectious, and I find myself grinning, too, while tossing the movie in. She heads into the bedroom as I drop to the couch and start pouring our wine. She emerges just as the movie previews start, and I waggle my eyebrows at her new attire—just my shirt.
“There’s something to be said about ordering in,” I murmur, trying not to be too pushy.
“Definitely,” she says in agreement, winking at me.
We’ve only had sex a couple of times since she heard about her father. I’m trying to give her whatever she needs right now. If it’s sex, then it’s hers. If it’s quiet time, then I shut the hell up. If she needs a bath, I’m turning on the water.
She sits down beside me and slides a leg over my waist while taking her glass. When she cuddles up against me and rests her head on my arm that is draped over the back of the sofa, it feels so right that it’s almost suffocating me.
“Tria?” I look at her while she sips the wine, her body slowly tangling around mine like she can’t get close enough.
“Mm?”
Instead of saying anything, I just kiss her, a firm kiss that has me wanting more, but not pushing for it. Our glasses go to the table, becoming forgotten as I hold her to me. When she kisses me back and starts pulling me backwards with her, slowly lying down on the sofa while keeping me between her legs, I fight not to rip the buttons off the shirt.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I finally say against her lips.
“So am I,” she says, smiling.
Yeah… I’m pretty fucking in love with Tria Noles.
The damn doorbell rings, announcing the food is here, and Tria laughs as I growl and adjust myself in my jeans. I don’t think it’s funny. At all.
She sits back up, and I go and pay the douche waiting with our food.
We eat and talk about her meeting, and she fills me in on all the details while we both ignore the movie. She’s far more interesting than the screen right now.
When the doorbell rings again, we exchange a confused look. “Kode, Tria, it’s Rain. Open up.”
Rain’s voice is breaking, and Tria scrambles up, stopping by the bedroom to grab shorts while I jog to the front door. Damn glad I didn’t give Rain a key.
I open the door, and a wave of blonde hair is all I see before Rain disappears around the corner, more than likely going to find her sister. The strong scent of alcohol wafts toward me, causing me to frown. Did she drive drunk? That’s not like her.
“Hello to you, too, Rain,” I mumble, sticking my head out the door just in time to see a cab pulling out. Thank fuck she didn’t drive. Now I don’t have to kick her ass.
When I get back into the living room, Rain is crying, and Tria is hugging her, looking over at me with as
much confusion as I feel. What the hell? Dane was just here a few hours ago, and everything was… Oh shit. Her dad’s letter.
“Rain, tell me what’s going on,” Tria soothes, hugging her sister as Rain unravels on her. She never does this.
“The wedding is off.”
Cold sweat forms all over my body, and I immediately grab my phone to text Dane while Tria gasps in surprise.
“Why?” Tria asks hoarsely. “What the hell happened?”
Rain sniffles while drawing back, and I tell Dane that she’s here via a few key strokes. Something isn’t right.
“It’s amazing that our asshole father can even ruin my life from the grave. But he did it. That bastard managed to do it. And I hate him even more in death than I did while he was alive.”
Edward didn’t like Dane?
“Rain, calm down and tell me what’s going on.” My voice draws the attention of both of them, and Rain dives into my arms like she always has.