Page 24 of Cream Pie

Chapter 7

Amy

The grin stretches wideacross my face as I wave Kendall and my dad off. It’s after the cocktail reception, after dinner, including my hopefully not-too-awkward speech to both of them. It’s after a bit too many glasses of champagne, and the cake, and some dancing, and my heart just feels so full as the two people I love most in this world step into the limo to head off for their newlywed suite.

Okay, so, I’m most certainly blocking out what happens in said newlywed suite, considering this is my dad and my best friend we’re talking about. I mean, ick. But then again, in the months and months they’ve been together, it’s gotten way less weird anyways. Dad blows me a kiss as he steps in, and I snort a laugh as Kendall immediately pops out of the sunroof to wave at me as they drive off into the tropical night.

I’m still grinning as I turn, but that smile quickly burns into something hot inside of me as I lock eyes with him. Javier is standing by the bar, looking… fuck. Looking like pure sex, if we’re being honest. He looks like freaking movie star mixed with a damn Armani model with that freaking perfect bone structure, those sharp dark eyes, that tanned complexion. And of course, that look that almost melts the panties right off of me.

Almost.

There’s a part of me that feels a thrill at this point in the night, with Kendall and my dad gone and another few hours of dancing and drinks left at the venue. It’s like your parents leaving you with a fully stocked bar and a credit card and telling you to “have fun.” Only the temptation here is the forbidden one in a tuxedo leaning against the bar looking at me like he wants to devour me whole.

But, no. Hell no. What happened last night, and this morning, and earlier, is just fucking wrong. Javier’s my dad’s best friend, and like seventeen years older than me.

And gorgeous.

And sinfully hot.

And capable of making me come unlike anything I’ve ever done with myself, or even imagined in my wildest dreams.

I quickly shake those thoughts away and drown them with more champagne plucked from a passing waiter’s tray.

“Wait, snag one for me!”

I smile as I turn to see Hope dancing her way through the crowd towards me. I swivel and pluck another flute of champagne off the same tray, which my red-haired roommate immediately slugs back with a big grin.

“Whew, thanks. I needed that.”

I glance at her flushed face and big happy grin and laugh.

“Somehow, I doubt that.”

She rolls her eyes. “Hey, it’s a wedding, mom,” she teases. “Maybe try and relax and have a good time?”

“Hey, I’m having fun!”

“Oh, sure. Hanging out by yourself in the shadows of the dance floor is super wild, Ames.”

“Har har har. I was waving goodbye to my dad and Kendall and having a little break.”

“Hey, by the way, your cake was freaking awesome.”

I grin. “Yeah?”

“Um, hell yes.”

“What’d you think of the filling? I was kind of going for a cream pie feel.”

Hope snorts and grins at me. “So, you just wanted a cream pie?”

She wags her brows suggestively, and my face goes red.

“Ugh, don’t be gross.”

She giggles loudly. “You said it!”

“I was talking about cake!”

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