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I place my palm on the tile wall as I allow thoughts of her to flood me. I race to the end, my balls tightening as my breaths grow ragged. She meticulously teased her little clit until she spilled over.
“Fuck,” I growl out, steadying myself, picking up the pace. My eyes slam shut and the orgasm quickly rips through me. My heart nearly beats out of my chest as I fall from my high. Once I catch my breath, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around me.
After I dress, I go downstairs with Autumn in the center of my mind. This morning, when I woke up with her wrapped in my arms, I didn’t want to leave the bed. However, a knock on the door forced me away. By some miracle, she didn’t wake up.
My phone is on the counter where I left it and I notice a few notifications on the front, all texts from my sister.
Harper
Is it okay if I invite someone to dinner tonight so I won’t be an awkward third wheel?
Zane
Feel free. Meet us at the resort restaurant at eight. Reservations will need to be updated.
The resort has a five-star restaurant run by a world-famous English chef. He’s known for his assortment of puddings and beef Wellington.
Harper
Fantastic. Btw . . . I like her a lot.
Zane
I do too.
Harper
See you soon! Hope you enjoy your cake.
Zane
Thanks for coming out. Love ya, sis.
Harper
Love you too.
I make a few phone calls and set up a limo to pick Autumn up for dinner. Tonight, I want her to have the time of her life. Maybe it will be a birthday I’ll never forget. I guess we’ll see.
Chapter 20
Autumn
“I’ve really, really gotta go,” I say to Julie and Blaire. We’re on a three-way call and have chatted for the past hour while I got ready for tonight. Talking to them helped calm my nerves because I didn’t know what to say when a Dolce & Gabbana dress showed up at my place this afternoon, not to mention the designer heels. Everything is in my size, and I’m not sure how Zane knew. Maybe it’s a lucky guess, or he’s paid more attention than I give him credit for.
“Promise to keep us updated,” Julie says.
“I will,” I tell them.
“You better,” Blaire warns. “No details left out, either!”
“Okay, okay! Bye!” I grab the tube of red lipstick and drop it in the wristlet that was also gifted. It’s just large enough to fit that and my phone. Right now Julie and Blaire are both living vicariously through me. If the tables were turned, I’d do the same.
Quickly, I glance out the window and see a slick black limo with flashers blocking the street. Vehicles stack behind it and some blow their horns.
“Shit,” I whisper, then take one last look at myself in the full-length mirror in the corner of my room. The dress fits me like a glove, low cut and backless, leaving nothing to the imagination.
My nerves get the best of me, but I flip my bouncy, curled hairover my shoulders and take in a deep breath. After the quickest pep talk I can manage, I leave my loft.
