Page 123 of The Proposal Pact
I halt, stopping my moves and Clover protests, teasing my clit with his tongue.
“Sophie, get your pussy back on my mouth right-this-fucking-second.”
“Someone’s knocking.”
“That someone can go to hell and come back after I’m done eating my wife and my mouth is full of her cum. Now get back here.”
My breath catches at his words, and I decide I full-heartedly agree with my husband, sliding my pussy over his mouth once again. But within a second, the knocking resumes, and I sigh, climbing off Clover.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
I throw his huge shirt over my naked body. “I can’t concentrate with that knocking. I’ll go see who it is and what they want and come back. Don’t go anywhere,” I add with a tease and laugh when he gives me one of his narrowed glares.
If it’s Grace, I’ll make it my personal mission to interrupt her wild sex with Luke for the next half a year, I swear.
The banging continues and I call out, “Theè mou!I’m coming, no need to break my door again!”
I swing it open with irritation, then yelp and freeze.
“What the fuck doesagainmean,” my brother asks, that jaw of his clenched tight as he stands there in all of his six-foot glory of an athlete, not a chef like he is.
My. Brother.
My mouth drops open a few times as I stand there blinking then my eyes drop to my barely dressed form, back to my brother, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“Vassar?” I squeak, my eyes falling on his red-headed wife standing right behind him, watching me—or maybe her husband—with amusement as she waves to me. “Kira? What are you guys doing here?”
Vassar’s eyes darken and narrow. “Hi, little sister. I missed you too! Oh, our trip was fine, a little long and exhausting, but sure, keep us standing out here in the hallway.”
I roll my lips. “Hi, I missed you too. I just wasn’t expecting you guys.” I fidget on the spot, trying very hard to cover all of the exposed bits of me from my freaking brother. ‘Why didn’t you call or text to tell me you were coming? And how did you know where to find me?”
Vassar snorts. “Uh-huh, so you could hide and erase all the evidence. Yeah, I don’t think so. And we have our sources.”
“What evidence?” I squeak and his eyes narrow furthermore as he points at my guilty expression.
“That one. Whatever it is. So, can we come in or what?”
I’m just about to open my mouth to suggest we meet in some public place where there are a lot—too many—witness for him to kill me when Clover decides to shout. “Sophie! Tell your friend or whoever it is to go take a hike while I’m having sex with my wife! And get back in here or I swear your ass will be as red as my wrists are from these handcuffs.”
A moment of deadly silence descends in between us all as I throw my head back, internally screaming and sending a quick prayer while my brother is too busy dealing with the shock that he was just served for breakfast.
“Did he just say handcuffs?” Kira’s blood-red lips slowly curl into a sinister smile as she points her perfectly manicured fingernail in the direction of my room.
“Wife?” Vassar whisper-shouts, his nostrils flaring as his eyes drop to my finger where my colorful wedding ring sits. “What in the fuck of fucks is going on, Sophie? Who is that in your bedroom? I left you unattended for all of one month!” Vassar steps inside the apartment without waiting for my invitation any longer.
Okay, so this is so not how I imagined doing this. And, in full transparency, I don’t think I planned on doing it at all. Just quietly stay married for this year without my brother being none-the-wiser because even though I agreed to enter into this marriage under the preface of needing to show Vas I’m a responsible adult, that was never the real reason.
Clover brought something into my life with all his gruffness and grumpiness that I couldn’t resist his pull. Even then, even I knew nothing of his soft heart underneath it all.
I simply wanted more of the thrill he gave me.
Until it landed my heart in this predicament.
And I didn’t need Vassar to pick up its pieces at the end like he does every time.
This was my decision. My choice, and I was planning to weather the storm all on my own.
Well…that plan has failed.
