Page 77 of Stay With Me
I bark out a laugh as we double-check our clothes are in place. “Since when is he a threat?”
“Since I caught him drooling over your tits.”
Arching my back, I push out my chest. “Well, can you blame him? They’re great tits.”
His gaze narrows into a glare. “I don’t want my brothers gawkin’ at you.”
“What about cousins?”
“Sunflower,” he grits out between his teeth and digs his thumbs into my hips as if his resolve is going to snap. Yanking me closer,he softly presses his lips to mine. “The moment we’re public, I’m markin’ you as mine.”
“Hmm?” I muse. “What kind of markin’ are we talkin’ about here? Tattoo? Hickey? Teeth impression?”
“Yes.”
I chuckle. “As long as I get to do the same to you.”
“Fuck yes.” He winks.
Tripp leaves first, checking it’s clear, then I follow behind him and smooth my dress down as if it wasn’t wrapped around my waist. He goes back toward where the guests are sitting, and I make my way toward my SUV to grab my bag.
Once I’ve reapplied my lipstick and powdered my face, I meet up with the wedding party just in time to be called for photos.
We spend an hour taking photos and then the photographer has Noah and Fisher move to different locations for more couple pictures. Now we’re waiting under the tents for happy hour.
“Such a gorgeous day.” A man I don’t recognize stands next to me.
“It truly is.” I smile politely, sipping on a glass of wine.
“You are too, by the way.”
My stomach bottoms out at the nonchalant way he comes on to me. I casually take a step away from him.
“Thanks. Didn’t get to pick what I wore, though,” I say with a smile that hopefully tells him I’m not interested.
“That shade of green is really your color.”
This time I just nod, purse my lips, and look away.
My gaze meets Landen’s at the bar, and I widen my eyes and signal to the stranger next to me. Then I mouth, “Help.”
He’s talking with someone but finally gets the hint and struts over.
“Hey, Kyle. How’s it goin’, buddy?” Landen makes his way in between us and directs his attention away from me.
“Good. Been a while since I’ve visited the ranch. Lookin’ nice.Verynice.” The way his tone changes makes my skin crawl because I imagine his eyes on me.
Landen laughs, but it’s not his real one. More so to humor this guy.
Then I see Landen smack Kyle’s shoulder and lean in. “Just between you and me, you’re not her type.”
I’m full-on eavesdropping even though they’re whispering.
“How do you know?” Kyle asks, sounding offended.
“Because she rejected me and told me she prefers younger men with mommy issues.” Landen shrugs, and my hand balls into a fist, tempted to whack him over the head.
“She’s a cougar?”
