“Pardon?” Grey asks, eyeing us suspiciously, his eyes narrowing on my face before settling on Devon.
“Oh, she said where’s the mustard! Here you go, Becks; I know how much you love mustard with your eggs!”
“I don’t like mustard,” I grit out for her ears only, swallowing bile when Grey leans over and covers half my plate with the yellow goo.
“There ya go, scamp, all ready for your taste buds.”
“Are you okay?” Devon asks when Lila starts talking to Grey about the wedding, leaving us alone and to ourselves.
“Fine.”
“Imp—”
“I said I’m fine. Eat your breakfast.”
“I’m full. I already ate this morning,” he purrs, his eyes heavy lidded as he licks his lips and looks down at my lap. “And it’s ruined me for other food.”
O.M.G.
“Stop it.”
“No. I like it when you blush. Calm yourself, imp, you always blush around me.” He chuckles when Grey looks over, digging his grave deeper before going for ten feet under. “Although I notice you’re starting to speak normally around me now. For a while there I thought all we had for foreplay would be a grocery list of vegetables.”
“You wanna die today?” I mutter, gagging around a mouthful of yellow bacon.
“I suppose I could, imp, since I’d go with a bleeding smile after what you did with your mouth,” he croons, steeling a hand high up on my thigh.
I freeze and choke around my food, spluttering when his hand moves up and under my skirt.
“Quit it.”
“I can’t quit you,” he drawls in a horrible Texan accent that makes me shudder with laughter.
“You going Brokeback on me?”
It’s easy to forget that he left me without so much as a ‘see ya’ when he’s being his usual incorrigible self, and forget it completely when he shifts his hand higher and blinks up at me slowly.
“No, but bareback will do, imp. Now shush, and eat your eggs.”
I choke them down and pretend to care about the day’s festivities as Lila groans and starts listing today’s events, all the while very aware of the fingers rubbing slow circles around the top of my thigh.
“Relax, imp, I’ve got you.”
That’s what I’m afraid of.
Chapter Ten
“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
The crowd goes wild as Grey grabs Lila, hoists her up by the ass, and kisses the heck out of her for so long that a few chuckles and coughs start ringing out before he lowers her to the floor and takes her hand, his eyes so proud and full of love it’s hard to watch.
I sigh and avoid looking over at Devon, feeling a bit too raw to risk meeting his eyes, in case he sees something I don’t want him to see. Something he doesn’t want to see, no matter how hard he’s worked the last few days to make me feel wanted.
I didn’t get to sleep with him again, thanks to Aunt Myrtle arriving late—no RSVP, the old bat—and becoming my roomie, thanks to Mama and her interfering ways, so not only am I all gooey about the wedding and watching two people being head over heels in love, I’m gooey for a whole different reason and frustrated that I lost out on three more days of smoking hot sex with Mr Bedroom Eyes.
And I can’t do anything about it because he’s leaving later to catch a flight because one of his brothers broke his arm in a rugby match and he’s worried about the kid.
“You look like someone stole your favorite Barbie.”
Nope, they stole my Ken, and I’m not going to get to play with him again. Ever. He’s leaving me for the queen, and I don’t quite know how to deal with it.
I want to throw a tantrum and stomp my feet, but if I do my poor Ken will be ripped limb from limb by four big, strapping Hulks.
“Oh, shut up, dummy. I haven’t hardly seen you this week, and you’re redeploying soon. What’s up?” I ask Logan, taking his arm and following the rest of the guests out to the tent and the mountain of food and drinks that awaits.
Logan’s my favorite, but the guy’s so locked down and closed off it makes me mad and sad at the same time. We used to be tighter than a nun's legs, and now I’m lucky if I hear from him every two months.
I miss him, like crazy miss him, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Or if he does he just doesn’t care.
“Nothing. Just trying to get through this without running into Dad. What about you? You look miserable,” he murmurs, mussing my hair when I glare at his deflection and shake my head.
“You know, Lo, one of these days you’re gonna have to stop being such a baby and just say what you need to. Pretending the rest of us don’t exist will only get you so far before we actually aren’t there anymore and you’re all alone.”