Bad Boy's Bridesmaid(31)

"He has a right to know."

I nodded.

Rick exhaled. "Nate's a commitment-phobe, but he's not a total asshole. He'll step up."

But I didn't want him to step-up. I wanted him to be there with me, every step of the way.

But Rick was right. He deserved to know. The only way I could make  anything happen between us, to even have a chance at making something  work, was if I revealed the truth.         

     



 

"Okay," I said. "I'll talk to him."

"When?"

I wasn't working on anyone's schedule but my own … or the baby's. That  little bugger woke me up every night at three AM to go to the bathroom  and had me throw up at noon on the dot.

"I'll tell him soon," I said. "But I need you to keep quiet. You're the only one who knows."

He sighed, cleaning up and donning his gloves to start my stitches.

"You better name me godfather," he said.

"You got it."

I offered my hand and looked away as he got close with the needle. My  cell rang the instant he pricked my skin. I glanced at the screen.

"It's Lindsey," I said. "If I don't take this, she'll freak."

He shrugged. "Put it on speakerphone. I don't want you moving. I haven't done a stitch in years."

"What?"

"Answer your sister."

I didn't get a chance to say hello. Lindsey freaked out, yelling so shrilly the tiny speakers popped.

"Mandy, you are not going to believe this! Great Aunt Mildred died! We're so totally screwed!"





16





Nate





The emergency wedding meeting began the instant Mandy and Lindsey returned from the hospital at eleven at night.

They hadn't scrubbed the blood out of the living room carpet yet … or told me why it looked like the set of a slasher movie.

Why the fuck were they at the hospital?

"So, I busted my ass to get over here … " I tried to catch up. "I had to  call my bartender on his day off to cover the pub because your great  aunt died, and that means the wedding is … ?"

"Ruined!" Lindsey curled into a ball on the couch. Bryce cradled her to  his chest, and her mom stroked her hand. "It's all ruined."

It was the first time Lindsey cried any legitimate tears for her  wedding. She wasn't mourning any mis-printed invitations or off-beat  dance moves. This crisis actually seemed to worry her.

And the family.

And Mandy.

Mandy shuffled from the couch and tried to put on a smile. "Tell you  what. I'll go make us some coffee, and we'll brainstorm. We'll figure it  out."

Lindsey sobbed into Bryce's shoulder. Even he looked distressed.

What the hell was going on?

I followed Mandy to the kitchen, but I had forgotten how damn awkward  she got around me when her family was close. She bumbled making the  coffee and avoided looking directly at me.

God damn it. How many times did I have to fuck this girl before she  dropped her guard? I'd do it as often as it took, but I wished she just  meet me halfway once and act …

I didn't even know how I wanted her to act. Calmer? Relaxed? Like she  wasn't so afraid of what she might say or how quickly her legs would  spread so near me.

I was used to women presenting themselves to me tits or ass first. Every  word out of their mouths was something fake and flirty, and that had  been fine for one fun night. Mandy wasn't like those cheap and easy  dates. I knew the real her, the one who came out when we laid in a bed,  embraced on the couch, or pleasured each other under the stars.

I liked that girl. What did I have to do to convince her to be that girl with me?

"What happened to your hand?" I asked.

Mandy measured out the coffee grounds. She peeked inside the pot,  grimaced, and rushed the entire contraption to the sink for a good  rinsing.

"Well … " She dared to look at me. I loved the little peek of those almond eyes. "I tried to help Lindsey with some crafts."

"And?"

"I lost."

"Lost what?"

She smirked. "Rick said I was lucky I didn't lose the use of my thumb."

"Jesus!"

I reached for her hand to check the bandage.

I didn't know why I did it.

I had no idea what I expected.

I cradled her hand, savored its warmth, and I didn't let her pull it from me.

Touching her jolted me more than the god-awful coffee she brewed. Her  heat sliced through me just as sharp as whatever she used to take her  finger nearly off.

Mandy's eyes widened, but she pretended her breathing hadn't shifted when I touched her.

It had.

So had mine.

This intimacy wasn't something that happened to me. Ever. But I liked  it. I liked that she caused it. And I liked that she denied feeling it  too, if only because life offered me a new challenge.

It wasn't enough to hear her groan my name or sleep with her cuddled  against my chest. Mandy kept her distance from me because she knew how  dangerous it was to let me close.

And she had no reason to worry.

In that simple touch of her hand, I was changed. I hated that she was  hurt, and I hated even more that I wasn't there to help her.         

     



 

It wasn't often that I wanted to be with a woman when we were both clothed, but for this goddess? In this moment?

I didn't want to be anywhere else.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"No." She held my gaze. "But I will be. At some point. I hope."

We weren't talking about the cut. I didn't like her hesitance. A surge of adrenaline raged through me.

God, this woman.

What made me so possessive of her? Why did I want to protect her? She had no reason to feel anxious or uncertain if I was there.

I'd never pretended to be a good man, but that just meant I got shit  done that others couldn't. If she was worried, if the wedding was  stressing her, if this latest complication was going to make her sick  again, I wasn't putting up with it.

The problems with her family could wait until after she had a decent night's sleep.

And after I tucked her in.

Twice.

I set my jaw. "How can I help?"

"Why do you want to help me?"

"Because you need it."

"And you're the one to give it?" She giggled, reaching into the cabinet  for the coffee cups. "Thanks, Nate. But you'll understand if I refuse."

"No, I won't."

"Come on." She tried to pull attitude with a hand on her hip. It only  accentuated the gentle swell of her thigh. "You're gonna joke about  something cute. I'm going to get flustered. Then you'll get all deep and  sexy and say things that make me … receptive. And we'll just end up where  we left off."

"And where's that?" I shrugged. "Bed? What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, if this was simple."

"And it's not anymore."

"I think you know it's become way complicated."

"So?"

"I don't want either of us to get hurt," she said. "I really, really don't."

"I'm not going to hurt you."

She bit her lip. "I wish I could say the same."

"You're worried about me now?" I grinned. "What happened to all your fears about the future and plans and fairy tales?"

She let the coffee brew and leaned against the counter. For some reason, she seemed honest, genuine, and sincere.

And that made her even more secretive.

"I don't think you'll ever realize how much those nights meant to me,"  she said. "I know they're just your normal, run-of- the-mill one-night  stands-"

"They weren't." I said it too harshly but didn't apologize. "You gotta  stop assuming I'm only after another night. I told you weeks ago … I don't  chase girls. I don't do second nights. But with you? I never want the  night to fucking end."

"Nate-"

"I wanna wake up with you, take you again, and spend the day with you so you don't run away and leave my bed empty."

"We...really should get the coffee out to them. Lindsey's upset."

I blocked her path with an outstretched arm and edged her into the  corner of the counters. She trapped herself willingly, but she didn't  look at me.

"You don't believe me?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No, I believe you."

"Then why do you shut down when I say our nights together were special?  That I want more. That I'm chasing you because I'm goddamned crazy about  you?"

"Are you?"

"I can't get you out of my head. All I think about every minute of every  day is the next time I'll get to see you, hold you. And don't pretend  you aren't thinking of me either."

Her voice softened. "I am. A lot."

"You know where I live. You have my number. You say the word, and I'm there."

"It's more than sex, Nate."

"Yeah. It's you." I leaned close, surprised when she immediately kissed  me. "I've never wanted someone as bad as I want you. You gotta tell me  why."

Her eyes timidly met mine, so dark and expressive. They went wide with surprise and … fear?

"Why what?" she asked.

"Why the only thing I can think about is kissing these lips. Or taking  you under the stars. Or talking with you, no secrets, nothing hidden. I  want you to trust me."