Page 47 of One Day Like This (Excess All Areas 1)

“Thanks, Matt,” Izabel offered. She wanted to add so much more.

Thanks for showing me you’re only human. Thanks for showing me you still feel as much for me as I do for you. Thanks for giving me an explosive orgasm pressed up against the wall. Thank you for wanting to fuck me.

“No worries,” Matt said casually. “Later, guys.”

He glanced to Luke who was studying the pile of boxes, then winked at her.

And never had a wink been such a hopeful sign.

* * *

Luke followed Matt into the hallway. “Can I askyousomething?”

He wanted to say no. He’d just dry-humped Izabel to orgasm in her brother’s hallway and was about to drop his jeans and fuck her without a second thought. His dick ached like a bitch, so on edge there was a damp spot on his jeans, and he couldn’t decide if it was from him or from Iz. He prayed Luke didn’t look down at his dick, or they’d all be screwed.

“Shoot.”

“Did anything happen at the wedding?”

Did anything happen at the wedding?

Matt focused on not letting his face belie the shock he felt. “Like what?”

Please don’t ask if I fucked your sister.

“It’s Iz. She’s been quiet all week, not texting me and shit. Just wondering if Harry got to her. I asked her about it, and she wouldn’t answer. Told me it was none of my business.”

Matt bit down on the inside of his cheek as battling emotions raged through him. He didn’t want her to be hurt and upset. But, fuck, if it didn’t make him feel less alone to know it hurt her to be away from him as much as he hurt to be away from her.

“Harry was a dick. Said some shit.”

“What kind of shit?”

“Stuff you’d probably prefer not to hear.”

“Let me decide.”

’Tis a tangled web we weave when we practice to deceive.

For a moment, he considered just laying it all out on the line anyway. Telling Luke everything so he could go back into his best friend’s flat and steal his sister away.

“Me pretending to be her date pissed him off. So he said some shit about her not giving blow jobs. Petty shit to embarrass us. I think he meant to have a go at me, but it got to Iz. She was pretty low afterward.”

“He’s a fucking shit.”

“Yeah. Didn’t help that the bird, Sophia, was rubbing her tits in his face every time we turned around. To be honest, I think they were both tryingtoohard. Fucker’s eyes were always on Izabel every time I looked up. She’s probably just tired and pissed off.”

Luke nodded. “Fair enough. Cheers for helping her out today.”

“No worries.”

Matt breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped into his apartment. He walked to the fridge and popped the top off a beer before downing half of it in one long draw.

He’d just looked his friend in the eye and lied. Well, not lied. The fact Izabel had needed help was the truth. The omission, that he was sunk for Iz, felt like a huge lie. Betrayal tasted as bitter on his tongue as Iz had tasted sweet.

But he couldn’t and wouldn’t try to pretend he didn’t know what it all meant. He wanted Izabel just as badly as he did before the wedding, and there was no point pretending he didn’t. The only question was, what could they do about it?

He sat down on the sofa and unzipped his jeans. He gripped his dick and squeezed. Fuck, he was hard as iron. He placed his beer on the table and raised the finger that had been deep inside of Izabel to his mouth. It still tasted like her. Sucking on his finger, he began to stroke his dick, a firm up and down, tip to balls. There was no need to rush to orgasm, he could just enjoy the sensation of it while images of Izabel’s eyes as she came flashed through his mind.

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