Page 1 of Better Left Unsaid

Chapter One

Maria

about three years ago

Too bad cockwasn’t on the menu because I was having a real hankering for it lately.

Not exactly the right sentiment, I knew, as I looked down while the server slipped my lobster entrée in front of me. Especially while the groom’s father finally wrapped up his never-ending toast for his son, Vito, and new daughter-in-law, Elisabetta—or as everyone referred to her, Lisa Marie. “Salud!”

But I couldn’t help it. Dom, my best friend and the reason I was at this wedding since it was his brother getting married, was looking better than ever as he tossed back his champagne glass.

“Being single at weddings sucks,” I confessed.

Dom grinned. “Not if you can find a desperate bridesmaid to hook up with.”

My eyes scanned the wedding party table we were sitting at. “If I wasn’t your date, is that what you’d do?” I asked as he slipped an arm across the back of my chair.

“Since my girlfriend dumped me, it only makes sense. A man’s gotta eat,” he joked in a whisper.

But I winced because I knew the other half of that sentence he didn’t say went a little something like this:since my girlfriend dumped me, so she could pursue something with your boyfriend.Don’t say it, I already knew—we were quite the pair.

Meanwhile, if only I was that carefree to be willing to sleep with just anyone. It was an interesting thought, but I liked to know the man for more than an hour usually.

As I took a gulp of champagne, an idea struck. “Does it have to be a bridesmaid?” I asked curiously. “Or would a wedding date suffice?” More than a part of me hoped he’d entertain the idea.

Dom’s eyes went wide, and he leaned close to my ear. “What are you saying, Maria?”

“I’m saying we’re in a hotel where your family has half a dozen rooms reserved. Let’s find one and fool around.” It was impromptu. It was out of character. But it was also exactly what I wanted. I wanted sex. Dom, I was sure, wanted sex—he was a man, after all. And we were both single. So why not?

He slipped his hand around my neck, the warmth spreading through my body and landing squarely between my legs. It felt good to be touched by a man again.

“Maria,” Dom warned, his velvety voice deeper than usual.

“Dom,” I countered, completely sure of what I was saying.

“You want rebound sex,” he noted, stating the obvious if I did say so myself, but whatever.

I shrugged. “I guess I do.”

Without a word, Dom’s expression morphed into a grin. He slipped his hand into mine and pulled me from my Chiavari chair, leading me out of the ballroom and down the halls of the beachfront hotel.

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Dominic

My cock was practically singing as we entered the groom’s suite I still had a key to and slipped my jacket and pants off.

It had been two long-as-shit weeks of masturbating, and I was sick and tired of my hand.

“You sure you want to do this?” I asked, my fingers in the waistband of my boxers.

As it stood, neither of us had seen each other naked yet. She slipped her panties off from under her black floor-length dress, and I was going to unleash. . . well, you got the picture. The way my cock felt, strained against the material, it was in prison and was finally ready to bust the hell out. It needed to be free, and I couldn’t deny it any longer, but I wanted to make sure that Maria hadn’t changed her mind.

Her gaze snapped to me, and she rolled her eyes like a woman sexually frustrated. If anyone understood being sexually frustrated, it was me. I didn’t know how people stayed celibate. Sex was like water. I needed it to stay among the living.

“If bythisyou mean have hot rebound sex with my best friend, then yes. Now take him out already so we can play,” she said, eyeing me. “We don’t want anyone to notice we’re gone.”

All right, she had a point. Enough said. I pulled my boxers down and felt my cock spring free, growing to its full length.

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