Filthy Beautiful Lust(3)

When I arrive at Colton's office just after lunchtime, I find him  standing beside his assistant's desk, flipping through a stack of  documents.

"Hey bro." I slap him on the back. "You have a minute for your favorite brother?"

He rises to his full height and frowns at me. "Do I have a choice?"

I roll my eyes. I know he doesn't like being interrupted during the work  day. But too damn bad. I'd helped him with his woman plenty of times.  "No. Now come on."

I let myself into his adjoining office and hear his footsteps behind me.  I'm not usually one for midday drinks, but rather than sit down in one  of the plush armchairs that provide the perfect view of the Los Angeles  skyline, I head to his liquor cabinet. What the hell, I could use some  loosening up. I've been wound as tight as a damn virgin since Kylie  walked away from my invitation on Saturday night. Women didn't refuse  me, and so to say I'm thrown off my game is putting it mildly.

"Want one?" I ask, removing a glass and the bottle of pricey bourbon from the cabinet.

Colton shakes his head. "What's going on, man? Everything okay?"

I take a sip of the liquor and immediately decide drinking is a bad  idea. I'm already on edge and frustrated. The alcohol will only make me  obsess more. Abandoning the glass, I sit down in a leather chair across  from him and let out a heavy sigh. "Tell me about Kylie."

His gaze narrows. "Fuck no. You and Kylie?" He shakes his head, rising  to his feet. "No. Abso-fucking-lutely not. If this is what you came here  to talk to me about, you can leave now." He points to the door, his  expression unwavering.

Goddamn. "You're no fun." Changing my mind, I stride over to the  cabinet, grab the glass and down the rest of the drink. It burns like a  motherfucker on the way down, but it'll do the trick, numbing whatever  this weird sensation is inside my chest.

"I'm serious, Pace. She's a good girl. She doesn't need to get tangled up in your … ways … "

"My ways?" Now I'm getting pissed. He's saying I'm not good enough for her.                       
       
           



       

"Hit it and quit it. Pump and dump. Whatever you want to call it, it's not happening. Not with Kylie."

"I know that, asshole. I wanted to take her out  –  like legitimately take her out to dinner. Enjoy her company."

He frowns at me again, that crease in his forehead deepening. "You're telling me you don't want to fuck her?"

"Don't be a dumbshit. Of course I want to fuck her. But I'm just saying that I wouldn't hit it once and never call her again."

"What would you do, then? Move in? Marry her? Raise her son?" he challenges.

"I haven't thought that fucking far ahead. Christ." Now I'm pacing the  floor of his office and I have no idea why. This entire exchange is  stressing me out. I came here hoping to get her number, and instead I'm  getting grilled like a steak. He's pulling the older brother card on me  like he does so often. The dick.

"And that's exactly why I don't want you messing around with her. You  don't have a plan. Kylie needs a man with a plan. Not one with an agenda  that only includes getting his crank yanked."

I sink down into the chair, hating this concerned sibling act he's got down to a science.

"Kylie needs someone ready for a serious relationship. That isn't you, and this isn't a good idea, and we both know it."

"Just like it wasn't a good idea for you to marry the mega-bitch Stella.  But you didn't listen to me. You had to find out for yourself." His  fists clench at his sides. He hates it when I bring up his ex. Too damn  bad.

"You didn't forget about our engagement party this Saturday, did you?"

"Of course not," I answer. I'd totally forgotten it was this weekend.  Good thing Collins and I had already gone in on a gift. "Where's it at  again? The Beverly Hills Country Club?" I smirk. His last engagement  party was there.

Colton growls out an expletive, apparently not appreciating my sarcastic  sense of humor. "No dipshit. Nothing fancy and over the top. This is  Sophie, remember?"

Sophie. Of course I remember. She is nothing like his first wife, thank  God. That evil bitch would have eaten your balls for breakfast if you  weren't careful. I cup my nuts, remembering her and shudder.

"It's at the house. Six o'clock. We're grilling and playing yard games," Colton finishes.

"Will Kylie be there?" I smirk.

"Get the fuck out," he hisses, tossing his stapler at me on my way out  the door. It hits the wall with a dull thud, and I know I'm back in the  game.



***



On Saturday afternoon, I'm seated on the diving board, dangling my bare  feet in the pool waiting for the party to begin. Sophie and Colton are  standing in the backyard, greeting guests as they arrive, accepting  congratulations and showing off her engagement ring. There's still no  sight of Kylie. As the days passed, I started to question why my focus  was so singularly on this woman. But then I see her, and it all comes  rushing back.

She's wearing a white, gauzy sundress with sandals on her feet. Her hair  is tied back into a simple ponytail. She's stunning. There is something  so natural and simple about her. I cannot look away. My eyes wander  down her bare legs. They are toned and tanned nicely. I wonder if she's a  runner. Her hand is outstretched and a chubby baby toddles alongside  her, holding on to her finger.

It's been a while since I've seen the little guy  –  I didn't realize he'd  be walking now. I continue watching them from my perch on the diving  board.

Kylie leads him over to the bride and groom-to-be, then lifts him into  her arms, doling out hugs and well-wishes, though I'm not close enough  to hear what is being said.

When I see Collins arrive with our dad, I hop off the diving board, the bottom cuffs of my khaki pants wet, and cross the patio.

"Hey old man," I greet him with a thump on the back.

"Pace Alexander." He grins at me and pulls me into a hug.

It's been way too long since I've seen him. The Christmas before last, I  think. I'm pretty sure he has a new, young girlfriend keeping him busy.  He still works, but we're all on him to retire. That way he could spend  more time out here in LA with all of us. And I'm sure Colton and Sophie  are going to start popping out kids soon enough.

"What's her name?" I ask him.

"Who?"

"You look way too fit and happy. There's gotta be a woman."

He gives me a sly smile and looks from me, to Collins and back again. "I plead the fifth."

"Just tell me she's older than me at least."

"How old are you again?"

"Twenty-five," I say.

"Don't worry about it, son. Now point me in the direction of this lovely Sophie I've heard so much about."

Collins and I lead him across the yard to meet his future  daughter-in-law. Sophie wins my dad over instantly, which is really no  surprise. She's sweet, kind, down to earth and easy to get along with.  As we chat and make small talk with the family my eyes keep straying to  Kylie. She's holding Max against her chest as they twirl around in the  grass, his squeals of joy audible even from here. I get a strange look  from Colton when he catches me watching them. I decide to go now, while  he's busy with Dad, and before he can interfere. The cock-blocking  asshole.                       
       
           



       

Since Max is the only child here, and Colton's home isn't exactly  kid-friendly, Kylie's brought her own toys for him to play with. Smart.  They've already littered the yard with trucks and balls in various sizes  and colors.

When I get closer, Max is pushing a green tractor toward her with chubby outstretched hands.

"Raising him up right, I see." I nod toward the John Deere tractor her son is driving.

She looks up at me and smirks. "I didn't know you were familiar with anything outside of BMW and Mercedes."

She's called me out and she doesn't even know it. I drive a BMW M3. "A  man can still appreciate fine machinery." I sink to the ground on bended  knees. "It's all about the details. See?" I lift up the secret hatch  under the seat.

Max begins to clap as I drop a couple blades of grass into the hatch and  close it once again. He's delighted to sit here in the grass, opening  and closing the new found secret compartment while I talk to the  beautiful girl in front of me.

Kylie sinks to ground, and crosses her legs, since she's in a dress. We  sit in silence for a few minutes, just watching him play.

Her son doesn't look like her. He must get his olive skin tone, and dark  hair from his father. But his mannerisms are all her. The way he breaks  into a wide smile and squeals with delight reminds me of her own bright  smile and hearty laughter. The way he stands and surveys his  surroundings with a curious expression is Kylie's too. They're both so  calm and grounded and there's something I like about that.