Page 52 of Accidentally Mine
I tweaked her side.“Unfortunately.But no one said it couldn’t be a short one.”
It would be all the same people in the medical world who I mingled with at each gala, all the same boring chatter, all the same glitz and glamor.But I walked into this gala with a new kind of pride.This time I was flanked by easily the two most beautiful women in Boston.Heads swiveled in our direction as I lifted two champagne flutes and presented them to my sister and Roselynn.
“What is this event for?”Roselynn asked, sipping on her champagne as her eyes darted around the high-ceilinged hall before landing on the stage.
“To support research efforts for the Massachusetts Association for TBI,” Claudia explained.“Brent plays a big part in their fundraising efforts and always contributes.”
“TBI?”Roselynn asked.
“Traumatic Brain Injury,” I filled in, pointing to my head.Her eyes widened.
“So,” Claudia said to Roselynn, linking arms with her as we made our way to our table.“Brent mentioned you write for a living?”
She nodded.“I write and publish a zombie serial, actually.I don’t know if it’s what I want to do for the rest of my life, but it pays the bills.”
“That’s awesome.I’ve always tinkered around with writing myself.I’ve been trying to write a series of mysteries about a forensic accountant who solves crimes.I have a lot of fodder for that, since I am one.”
“And Claudia also tends to stumble into trouble,” I added with a grin.
“That’s because I’m related to you, brother,” she said, reaching over and fake-punching my jaw.She smiled at Roselynn.“So how did you get started in publishing the stuff you wrote?Because I have no idea where I’d start.”
“Oh, I could talk for hours about it,” Roselynn said as I pulled out the chair next to mine and helped her into the seat.“Why don’t I give you my number, and if you have any questions, or want to talk, just text me.”
“That would be amazing,” my sister said, pulling out her phone.Roselynn put in her digits.
As much as I loved that they were getting along like old friends, by the time dinner was over, I’d begun feeling neglected.I reached for Roselynn’s hand.“I want to dance with you, gorgeous.”
“Dance?”She wrinkled her nose toward the busy dance floor, looking unsure for the first time since we’d entered the hall.“Out there?I’m not very graceful.”
“It’s easy.”I took her hand, and when she didn’t stand, said, “Just once.Trust me.”Finally, she stood, and I led her to the dance floor.
Once I had her in my arms, I sure as fuck never wanted to let her go.She was easy to lead.And as I held her, my hands wanted to wander all over her back, her arms, her waist, her ass.I forced my hands to stay on the skin of her lower back, my fingers tracing small circles as my cock strained against the zipper of my pants.Gliding her across the floor, I inhaled her sweet, flowery scent and murmured, “You’re a natural.”
“I think you’re just a good dance partner.”
“I’m better at sex.”I winked.What was she doing to me?
She grinned.“Hmm.Time to leave?”
“Getting there.”Not really, but with her in my arms I didn’t care what my stuffy peers thought about my escaping early.
She pressed closer to me, then lifted onto her toes, and under the guise of whispering in my ear, took my earlobe into her mouth, sucking gently on it as she pressed her body into my erection.“Now?”
I nodded and took her hand, led her back to the table where Claudia was talking animatedly with several neurologists.“I think we’re going to go,” I said to my sister.
“So soon?”she asked, a mixture of worry and disappointment on her face.“Are you okay?”
“I have a headache,” I lied without thinking it through, and of course, the second it was out Claudia’s eyes widened in concern.“Little one.Nothing acetaminophen can’t take care of.But we can take the T.You take the car.”
“Nonsense, there’s a game tonight at Fenway and the T’s going to be packed,” she said, standing.“We can all go.I have a ton of work to catch up on anyway.”
Back in the car, I instructed Ernest to take us to Claudia’s house in the North End first.As we drove, Claudia looked at me, her eyes narrowed.“My poor brother and his headaches.There was a time you used to close down parties like that.”
“I’m not the life of the party anymore, I’m afraid.”I looked over at Roselynn.She uncrossed and crossed her legs, giving me a glimpse between her thighs, and wicked thoughts bloomed in my head.
Claudia patted my hand.“It makes me sad,” she said to Roselynn as I shook my head slightly.Was she oblivious?Did she really think that I could be in the presence of a woman as beautiful as Roselynn and not want to be alone with her?“I’m sure he told you about the accident.”
“Well, yes.He told me he’d been in one, but that he’d recovered.”
