I do but I can’t keep my eyes open. Tiredness and alcohol don’t mix well.
After about a minute while I debate with myself whether or not I can get away with sneaking to his place, I send him a text back.
Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow. Dream of me <3
I always dream of you <3
Sighing, I don’t bother to remove my clothes and slip beneath the quilt. I’m really tired as well.
Chapter Sixteen
Donovan
It’s been three days since I saw Mara and I’m beginning to get frustrated as hell. The day following our loving in her bedroom, she’d woken with a migraine and had stayed in bed all day. My first instinct was to go straight around there to see her for myself, but I’d spoken to Cindy and she’d assured me that Mara would be alright and was being looked after. Reece had been there so she didn’t think it was wise for me to come round. No matter how much it hurt, I stayed away.
And now I’m about to see her with all her family at the rehearsal dinner, which is being held at the country club. In an earlier text, Mara told me she was dressing for me tonight. My only hope is that Reece doesn’t notice the reaction my body has because of her. I mean the last thing he needs is to catch me with a physical hard-on for his sister…that would really go down well.
Pulling into the lot, I spot Mia and Liam walking into the place. The country club isn’t one of my favorite places, but I can see why Phoenix’s parents would have arranged to have the rehearsal dinner here. It’s like any other country club—full of pretentious snobs.
With a bit of luck, Reece will be distracted with Callie’s family having arrived in town earlier today.
Stepping out of my truck, I’m just about to head toward the entrance when I catch movement from the corner of my eye. I turn and watch Dahlia marching off in front of Ryder as though they’ve had an argument. I didn’t even know they were dating, but perhaps they won’t be for long.
On entering the foyer with it’s grand crystal chandelier, dark wood, mahogany walls, and centuries old oil paintings on the walls, all I can think about is escaping the place with my girl. This isn’t part of my world and I don’t feel as though I belong here. It isn’t because of money—I have plenty of that, thanks to my parents’ savings and insurance policy, but this whole place makes me itch. Some of the folks who hang out here are okay and tell it as they see it, but others are so full of shit.
“I hate this place.” Phoenix pulls me back into the here and now. “Thalia isn’t all that keen either, but went along with it because of what my folks wanted. I’m sure as hell glad that we put our feet down about the wedding.”
“I know what you mean. Every time I walk through that door I expect to see Dorkins with his top hat on greeting everyone. Do you remember him from when we were kids?”
Phoenix laughs. “He’s one of the only happy memories I have of this place. Everyone else used to look at us like we were dirt on the floor when our dads would bring us here, but not him.”
“No he didn’t. He used to frighten the shit outta us at first though.”
“Speak for yourself. He never frightened me,” Phoenix adds.
I grin, raising an eyebrow as Phoenix slaps me on the back and disappears to claim his soon to be bride.
Huh, not him—yeah, right!
Surveying the room for Mara, I don’t see her anywhere until I’m on my second pass through and see her smiling at me from across the room.
My feet have suddenly turned to lead as I take her in. She is the most beautiful girl here. Her curves are covered in the dark wine dress she’d been having fitted at the dress store, the skirt dropping to her high-heeled covered feet. As she moves towards me, my dick thickens and lengthens. There is a slit in the dress right up to nearly the top of her thigh, which I missed in the dress store—one inch higher and she’d be showing her pussy when she moved.
As she gets closer to me, I notice her nipples poking through the dress, and all I want to do is take my jacket off and wrap her up in it so no one else gets to see her like that—sexy.
She comes to a stop directly in front of me, and briefly presses against me, sending a surge of lust so strong through my body, she’s lucky I don’t grab her over my shoulder and run off to have my way with her.
“You’re beautiful and killing me.”
“I know. You look handsome in your suit. All the girls are going to be drooling over you.”
“How do you think I’m going to feel knowing the guys are going to be imagining you naked?”
“They can imagine all they want because you’re the only one who is going to get to see me naked—tonight.” She steps closer so her nipples are rubbing against my jacket and my cock is pressing in
to her hip. “I no longer have the female problem,” she whispers, “so you can touch, stroke, lick, and penetrate me there to your heart’s content.” My dick surges against her. She grins up at me.
“You are playing with fire, babe,” I growl.