Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“You okay?” Luca comes to stand beside me with his hands in his pockets, and I realize everyone has gone back inside and I’m standing out here all alone.
“Yeah.”
“That was a halfhearted yeah if I ever heard one.” It is, but I sure as hell don’t want to talk about it.
“Should we get a drink?” I say, changing the subject.
“I’d love nothing more than to get to know my new sister-in-law.” He holds out his elbow, and I take it so he can lead us back inside.
I don’t miss the people of Pink Springs watching Luca and me as we head toward one of the many bars.
“People are staring at us.” I try not to fidget as I whisper.
“Nope, they’re definitely staring at you,” he responds.
“Me? Why the heck would they be staring at me?”
“Because I’ve got a girl on my arm that isn't Juno or Lux.” He shrugs as we slide up to the bar. “The lady will have…” Luca looks to me to answer, but the bartender cuts in.
“An old-fashioned. I knew you’d be back for more, sweetheart.” He winks at me. “For you, sir?” Luca glares at the bartender. “I’ll do the same as my lady,” he responds.
The bartender scurries off to get our drinks, and I laugh. Then I realize I’ve been doing that a lot tonight when I’m with Luca. Maybe it’s the whole wedding vibe that’s making me happy.
“I thought you grew up here?” I ask, wanting to know why everyone in Pink Springs is so curious about us.
“I did.” He brushes away one of my curls that has escaped my updo. His fingers brush my cheek in the process, and my stomach tightens.
“But you said they aren’t used to seeing you with anyone.”
“They aren’t. This is a small town and I don’t shit where I eat,” he teases. He’s right, though, because the fallout could get ugly, and people like to take sides.
That hits home more than I think he realizes, because we could do the very same to our brand-new family.
Chapter Four
Luca
I manage to get Selma away from the prying eyes of the bartender without a scene, but my possessive hand on her back should have been enough of a signal to fuck off. After that we end up back out on the patio next to the fountain where we can still hear the music and see everyone inside. We’re not alone, exactly, but it’s private enough.
The whole time we talk I have to remind myself to play it cool, but it never works. Every time she smiles, I smile. Every time she leans closer, so do I. From the moment I looked at Selma I’ve been tethered to her. Seeing her laugh is like watching a miracle, and knowing I caused it makes my ego just a little bigger.
I’m sitting next to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and all I want is to know more. My dick certainly wants to take her to bed and have her under me, but there’s an even bigger part that never wants this night to end.
“You know, I was used to wearing heels all the time, but somehow bridesmaid shoes are different. My feet are killing me.”
She slips off the strappy heel, and I see the red lines crisscrossing the tops of her feet. Without thinking, I pull her legs into my lap and begin to rub the aches away.
“Oh god, I should tell you to stop, but that feels so good I can’t.” When she closes her eyes, my dick swells, and I want to rub her feet against it.
“Where are you staying tonight?” The question is out of my mouth before I can think it through, but I’m too hard to supply blood to my cock and my brain at the same time.
Her eyes pop open and she looks around like she’s searching for the answer. “Um, I was going to go back to the city.”
She told me earlier she’s got a place downtown, but that’s over an hour from here. Lux and Bastian found a venue in between Pink Springs and the city so that guests wouldn’t have to drive the whole way. There’s a hotel here, but from what I heard the rooms booked up quickly with it being a boutique hotel. Cooper must have known I’d want to stay here and closer to the airport because he got me a room without me even asking.
“Stay with me,” I say, not pausing my hands as I keep massaging her feet.
“What?” I see her fingers fidget in her lap, and I look up and give her one of my smiles that always seems to get me what I want.
“I’ve got a room here; there’s no need to drive all the way back. Stay here, with me.”
Her eyes sharpen, and it’s like she can see straight through me. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”