Page 45 of Seven Year Itch
“Yeah, the asshole was belligerent and took a swing at him as Randal was kicking him out. Made for some really nice wedding photos that we never got around to retaking. On top of that, my parents were at each other’s throats... and well... you know about my dress issue.”
He tenses at the mention of that.
I shake my head because I promised myself a few nights ago: I am not going to be that whiney divorcée making comparisons about a day I’d rather forget. It was a day I deeply regret, and today is nothing like that, so why taint it with memories of mistakes? “I’d really rather not talk about this.”
“Fair enough,” Calder agrees as he moves in close again, swaying to the music. “You know, if you want, we could cut out of here early and go find a sex club. I bet Carlos could point us to some wild fucking haunts around these parts. He’s probably a wicked Dom.”
I burst out laughing and when everyone’s heads snap in our direction, I quickly stifle my amusement into Calder’s shoulder. “Maybe your mom could give us a ride.”
He shakes in silent laughter, and it feels good.Too good.Calder is a man I need to keep at arm’s length... which is hard to do when I feel incredible wrapped up in his ink-draped arms on this dance floor. But I need to remember that tomorrow everything will go back to normal, and I have to pick up the pieces of my life. Letting someone like Calder get under my skin isn’t a good idea. He’s definitely got a case of Peter Pan Syndrome, never wanting to grow up, and I’m all done raising boys.
The music ends and we pull away, both of us staring curiously at the other. Calder opens his mouth to speak, but the music shifts to something fast, and I breathe a sigh of relief when Cozy pulls me away to dance with her.
Dancing is good. Not talking to Calder is good. Keeping my distance from him... is good.
But damn, do I have a tiny urge to be bad.
Chapter 14
You Don’t Have to Like Me to Fuck Me
Calder
Food was ate, cake was cut, Carlos even took a spin on the dance floor with Everly at one point. It was a killer night, down to the toasts. Max made us all cry. Luke made us all laugh. And I wasn’t sure what to say... so why not quote the man I looked up to most?
“We’re not here for a long time, we’re here for a good time.”
I plagiarized my father tonight, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t invent his favorite catchphrase, so he likely stole it from someone first. But they’re words we’ve all taken to heart since his passing, so it seemed a fitting way to end the evening.
And as I walk Dakota back to our palapa, I can’t help but think of how much he would have loved tonight. He would have danced with Trista since she didn’t have a father show up for her, which is why my mother demanded a dance with her. That inspired me to grab Max and Luke and tell them we were going to do a dance with our new sister as well. She deserved all the special moments her own family is too crazy to appreciate, and my brothers were all too willing to make this a night she’d never forget.
The three of us surrounded her and swayed to a song that had her wiping tears from her eyes the entire time. She was blaming her postpartum hormones, but I knew our gesture meant a lot to her. Trista is tough on the outside and likes to act like she doesn’t need anything from anybody, but that only makes us all want to show up for her even more.
Even Dakota managed to let her hair down and have some fun tonight. At one point, she danced with me again. It was a fast songso I didn’t get my hands on her like I wanted to, but I enjoyed the view of her body moving to the music.
Those hips are a sight to behold.
Her blond hair got curlier as the night drew on, and now it has this wild, untamed quality that makes me think of how she would look after being fucked. Hard.
It makes me hard just thinking about it.
Need pulses in my groin, and I take some deep breaths to calm myself down. There’s a palpable shift between us that’s happened on this trip despite our little tiffs, and I think she feels it too because she hasn’t yelled at me for something in at least ninety minutes.
I’m wearing Dakota down. And apparently Iwantto wear her down because it’s becoming harder and harder to fight my attraction to her.
Something else is getting hard as well, since I can’t stop myself from imagining what it would be like to fill her mouth with my cock so she can’t annoy me anymore.Something tells me she would be a very good girl.
“Who are you going to miss more? Me or these birds?” I ask, trying my hardest to slow my heart rate down as I drag my hand along the rails of the cage as we climb the steps to our room.
“Oh boy, that’s a tough call.” She laughs as she picks up the pace, glancing nervously at the cage like the birds are going to dive-bomb her through the rails. She stops at the top of the steps and puckers her lips. “I think I’ll be glad to be rid of all of you.”
My brows lift as she turns to walk into our room and heads over to the bed to flick the lamp on.
“Admit it, you had fun with me tonight.”
She rolls her eyes and props her hands on her hips. “You were less irritating tonight than you have been other nights, but I still can’t stand you.”
I laugh and shake my head as she perches on the edge of thebed to take off her heels. She’s stunning with the warm yellow lamplight bathing her body. She looks almost as good as she did the night I saw her on her hands and knees inside that sex club.
