Page 65 of What Was Meant To Be

“I’m going to take a leak.” I get up and I don’t miss the look Trey gives me. I’ve known Trey his entire life so I know how to read what he’s saying in the fleeting look he gives me before turning back to the television.

Do not be fucking reckless.

I don’t respond to the look before I make my way up the stairs and hear giggling coming from my guest room. I hover outside of the door for a moment but I think they’ve actually managed to get a little tipsy in the last hour because all I hear is giggling. I enter the room and Whitney’s eyes widen over the shot glass she has hovering near her lips.

“JP!” She cheers and some of the liquid sloshes over the side of the glass.

“Oops.” She sets the shot down on the floor. “I spilled. Sorry.” She gets up and I think it must have been the first time she’s stood up because she stumbles slightly before she’s in my arms.

I brush some hair from her face. “How many have you had, baby?”

She turns to Chloe and I watch as they both seemingly try to count the shots on their fingers. She turns back to me and I can see her eyes getting hazy. “Five?”

My eyes widen at her drinking that much alcohol in a short period of time. “Whitney.”

“I know but mydadis here. And… why is my dad here, JP!” She puts her hands on her hips and I can’t help but think she looks fucking adorable. “Have you gotten rid of him yet? Are you here to take me to bed?”

She bounces on the balls of her feet in excitement before she moves into my arms and grips the back of my neck pulling me closer to her lips. I cup her face before pressing my lips to hers and it hits me that it’s the first time, I’ve kissed her since she got here. Maybe she realizes it too because she whimpers in my mouth before pushing herself closer to me. Her tongue slides in my mouth and she tastes of liquor and limes and sex and I want to lick my way down her body to the space between her legs. Her hand tightens on the back of my neck and my hands slides through her hair and I meet her tongue with equal enthusiasm.

“Okay, hello?” I vaguely hear Chloe speak. “I am still in the room.” I try to pull away but she holds me tighter and bites down gently on my bottom lip to keep me from moving. I finally manage to remove my mouth from hers and she pouts.

Whitney turns around to look at Chloe. “You could have just looked away. I normally have to pry your eyeballs away from your phone.”

“I’m stopping you before things get carried away and Uncle Kevin comes strolling through the door.”

Whitney crosses her hands in front of her chest. “I’m telling him.” She passes by me toward the door and I scoop her in my arms before she can open the door.

“Uh uh.”

“What do you mean?!”

“I’m not going to let you drunkenly unleash everything on your father just because you’re horny, Whitney. No.”

“We said we were going to tell him anyway!”

“We said we would tellthemas in with your mother as well who your father is going to need to keep him calm and potentially keep from killing me,” I joke though I’m not sure I’m kidding. “We can tell them tomorrow when you’re sober. We can get everything out in the open when you tell them about Parker and me and… it’ll be a fresh start.”

“Okay…” She nods. “But get rid of him now!”

“I can’t just kick him out, Whitney. For what reason? It’s not like I could even say I got called in for a surgery, I’m not back at work yet.” Back when we were much better at sneaking around, I used to say that whenever I wanted to get away from someone and back to Whitney. I was called in for a consultation or an emergency surgery. I would get rid of my company, leaving right behind them to really show the urgency of the situation and then I’d usually pick up Whitney from wherever she was and then come back to my house. “We’re just going to have to wait him out.”

“Where are you even supposed to be right now? You’ve been gone for a while,” Chloe says and I nod in agreement.

“I said I went to the bathroom but I’ll just say I came to check on you two.” I press my lips to hers again before moving toward the door. She follows behind me. “But I should get back. Actually, I’m going to bring you guys some water. Are you hungry?”

“Yes, but not for food.” Her back is to Chloe, so she doesn’t see the obvious look she gives my groin.

“I’m hungry!” Chloe chirps from the other side of the room. “And for actual food not for JP’s dick.”

“It’s Jacob to you and don’t talk about my man’s dick.” She glares at Chloe and gives her the middle finger and Chloe snickers in response.

“I’ll bring you guys some food and some water.”

“And beers!”

“How about no.” I give Chloe a pointed look before turning out of the room and heading back downstairs. Trey and Kevin appear to be in a debate about something when I enter the room. “I went to go check on those two who, if you can believe it, have made a significant dent in that bottle.” I chuckle.

“Oh lovely. Chloe on tequila is a real treat if she’s had too much.” He rubs his forehead and lets his head fall back against the back of the love seat.

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