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Chapter 18
Grayson~
Fuckin’ rich people.
While my sister had been lucky enough to land a man who had money, but wasn’t obnoxious with it, taking her to the goddamn Greek Cyclades for a hookup anniversary was a bit much, if you asked me.
Granted, Lorcan had the money to spare, and his best friend was Gage Evans, who was just as wealthy, but it still boggled my mind, at times, when I thought about it. While we’d been raised with money, Lorcan Cavanaugh hadmoney. And the fact that he had refused to draw up a prenup, even at my sister’s request, had really boggled my mind, too.
“It does take some getting used to,” Rowan admitted before taking a sip of her coffee. “I mean, I thought we had been raised in the lap of luxury, but…living in this new tax bracket is crazy.”
“As long as you both come back with all your organs intact, Lorcan can fly you wherever he wants,” I said dryly.
Rowan rolled her eyes. “If there was ever a man on the planet who’s capable of protecting me and my organs, it’s Lorcan Cavanaugh,” she replied, love lacing her sarcastic wit.
“Rowan?” She looked over expectantly at me. “For a hookup anniversary? Really?”
She laughed at that. “He claims it’s the anniversary of when we fell in love.” I just stared at her. “Okay, okay,” she conceded. “It really is silly, but what’s a girl to do.” She shrugged.
I twirled my mug around with my fingers. We were outside, in my backyard, relaxing on my patio set. While I didn’t live in opulence, I did well for myself. A nice three-bedroom, two and a half bath, front yard, and big back yard, I was happy with my house. When I had first purchased it, I thought it was a great house that would, one day, be a nice home once I filled it with a wife and children.
“I wonder if…like, after a certain number of millions, your brain short circuits, and you do crazy shit, like take your wife to the goddamn Greek Cyclades for your hookup anniversary,” I joked.
Rowan laughed. “Well, you have to admit, the wedding was nice. Nothing like the obnoxiously wealthy wedding it could have been.”
The wedding.
It was hard not to think about my sister’s wedding without thinking of her new sister-in-law, Molly Cavanaugh. We’d been paired up as part of the wedding party, and even if we hadn’t been, I still would have noticed the woman.
I’ve run into Molly plenty of times throughout Rowan and Lorcan’s courtship, but Molly has always been so busy with her charity organization, it’d been hard to pin her down in the attempt to get to know her better.
But I sure as fuck got to know her better the night of the wedding.
With love and merriment in the air, and a reception with an open bar, drinks had been flowing and the flirting had been on high. After enough eye-fucking to put a strip club to shame, I’d rented us a room at the venue’s hotel, and I had fucked us sober.
Molly Cavanaugh had this petite, tight, little body, and running my hands all over it had been one of the memories of that night I couldn’t shake. Hell, truth be told, there wasn’t anything about what we did in that hotel room that I’ve been able to forget. Molly had been a hot fuck, and I’ve jerked my dick, several times, to the image of how my large hands were able to cover her tits completely. In fact, I’ve rubbed my shit to a lot of the images of us together that were burned into the back of my mind. And I’ve been with two other women since then.
After we had finished, Molly hadn’t asked for my number or address or any-damn-thing. She had gotten dressed, smiled her thanks, and had gone about her way. And because I wasn’t one to beg, I had let her go, and I haven’t seen her since. It’s been six months, and just because our siblings were married that didn’t mean anything. People had lives. And besides, if the woman was interested in more than what I’d given her, well, it wasn’t that hard to get a hold of me. Her brother was married to my sister, for fuck’s sake. The only thing that had been lacking from that night was the same thing that was always lacking.
Freedom.
As good as the sex had been, holding back always takes away small pieces from the experience. Though I was used to it, when I found myself with a woman I really liked, the urges were harder to control. The absence of complete abandonment felt a little bit heavier.
I also couldn’t shake the feeling that, even though the woman had cum twice on my cock, there had been several times when she had started to say something, but then would bite down on her lip. Almost as if she were catching herself from accidentally blurting something out in the heat of passion.
Like she’d been holding back, too.
“Well, you do have a point there,” I agreed. “Most people with that type of wealth have doves and orchestras at their weddings.”
Rowan laughed. “I swear to God, if you ever see me beginning to get obnoxious with Lorcan’s money, you better smack me.”
I cocked my head.“Lorcan’smoney?”
She took a sip of her coffee. “I don’t care that he refused a prenup, Grayson. His money isnotmy money,” she stubbornly said. “I have a good job that’s been supporting me just fine all these years, and I’m fine with it.”
“What about when you guys decide to get pregnant? Are you going to still work?”
“I don’t know,” she mumbled. “It’s different with Mystic and Gage. They loved each other before Gage was worth his gazillions. It would never cross Gage’s mind that Mystic might have married him for his money-”
