Page 65 of Greed

“I’m sure.” He points at me. “Get moving. I want to get my ring on her finger before it swells even more.”

Callie skims a hand over the front of her white knee-length dress. “My fingers aren’t that swollen. Now, my ankles are another story.”

As the room erupts in laughter, she shares a look with her sister, Naomi, who hurries into place next to her.

Ava rushes over with two small bouquets of red roses. She hands the larger one to Callie before offering the second to Naomi. “I picked these up at a flower stand on my way over.”

She shoots me a smile as she takes the spot next to me before she grabs my hand.

As the ceremony starts and I watch my brother pledge his undying devotion to Callie, I can’t help but think of the woman I wish was here with me.

I have no fucking idea what the future holds for Abigail and me, but I’m open to it. I’d be a fool not to be.

* * *

As I steponto the sidewalk outside Sean and Callie’s building, I suck in a deep breath.

I didn’t anticipate this evening being as emotional as it was. Watching Callie and Sean pledge their undying devotion to each other in anticipation of the birth of their daughter hit me hard. I’ve always wanted my siblings to find happiness, and knowing that the commitment ceremony was a prelude to Sean’s real wedding was humbling. The day they actually sign their marriage license and dance the night away at a lavish reception will overwhelm me in the best way possible.

Sean deserves every good thing that is coming his way.

I deserve something, too, so I tug my phone out of the inner pocket of my suit jacket.

I shoot off a quick text as I debate whether to rouse Rygar from bed or grab a cab to take me home.

Declan: What’s your take on commitment ceremonies?

Her response is almost instant.

Abigail: Slow your roll, Mr. Wells. I thought we agreed to fuck exclusively. No one needs a commitment ceremony for that.

I laugh out loud as my fingers slide over my phone’s screen.

Declan: Sean and Callie had one tonight.

I stand in place, waiting for her to reply.

Abigail: That sounds lovely. Was it beautiful?

I answer honestly.

Declan: It was. Are you interested in celebrating with me?

It’s after midnight, so I consider it a long shot, but I can’t win if I don’t take the chance.

Abigail: I’m already in bed.

Smiling, I send off a quick one word reply.

Declan: Wearing?

Even though I have no point of reference for imagining her in her bed, I can’t help but feel my pulse quicken as I think about what she looks like in my bed after she’s been freshly fucked.

Abigail: Only a smile.

Although I’m standing on a sidewalk with a few people wandering past me, my cock hardens instantly.

Declan: Give me your address.

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