“So, why couldn’t Brynleigh make it?” I ask Mark.
“She had a date,” Mark says low, like he doesn’t much approve of the guy. I notice Trystan freeze midsip out of the corner of my eye, but I don’t call attention to it.
“You don’t like this guy?” I ask, knowing that Mark rarely approves of anyone who looks his sister’s way.
“He’s a freaking douchebag. The last time I met up with them, I caught him eyeing everything with a pair of tits anytime Brynleigh wasn’t looking. He didn’t once do anything nice for her. Hell, I didn’t even so much as catch him reaching to grab her hand. She deserves more. He’s bad news.”
“How long has she been seeing him?” Trystan throws in there, looking mildly uncomfortable. I’m kind of glad Mark’s not really looking too closely at him. If I dare say so, he’s still interested in her. Mark didn’t know Trystan back when he and Brynleigh had a fling years ago, so it’s probably not even crossing his mind, and we never talk about it. I’m still not sure what actually happened between the two of them.
“Only a couple of months. I’ve tried to mention the red flags to her, but she doesn’t want to hear it. She always says that I never think any of the guys she dates are good enough for her. She might just be right. After she miscarried that baby years ago from a one night stand with some military dude, which by the way she still won’t tell me who it was, I just want her to be happy. That was a horrible year for her.”
This is news to the rest of us. Mark’s never shared that, and I’m not too sure Brynleigh would love that he openly aired her past like that. I notice Trystan shift funny in his chair. When I look over at him, I notice his face has lost its color.Oh fuck… No way. Was it his? Is this what happened? Did he even know?Trystan’s eyes dart to mine, and he clears his throat. We will be having a discussion about this.
“I’ll be right back. Gotta piss,” Trystan stands a little too fast and catches the back of the chair before it tips over. “Whoops.”
“So, food for the trip. What are you thinking?” Mark asks, oblivious to Trystan’s strange behavior. I give a quick look to Trystan that hopefully conveys that I want to talk about this later before putting all my focus back onto our trip. Mark would lose his ever-loving mind if he suspected what I do right now. Trystan slips into the house with Mark none-the-wiser. For now…
Chapter 22
Colin
Snapping the lid closed to the little, black velvet box holding the ring I picked out for Sydney, I tuck it discreetly into a pair of black boxer briefs on the inside of my top dresser drawer. Surely, she won’t find it there. She only stuffs my underwear in here after folding them, and the majority of the time, I grab my pile and put it away before she gets a chance. I only need to keep it hidden for a smidge longer. I don’t want to do it right before I leave tomorrow. No, I want to cherish the moments afterward and make love to my fiancè for as long as I like. Preferably until she can’t walk anymore without feeling my lingering presence…
I hear the shower still running and decide to brush my teeth. I took today off to finish getting everything ready for tomorrow. I plan to spend most of it inside of Sydney. Holly comes in tomorrow morning, so there won’t be a whole lot of room for last minute play time.
Pushing the bathroom door open, I’m greeted with steam and the floral scent of her shampoo. I swipe the mirror and squirt a dollop of paste on my toothbrush. The glass of the shower is so fogged up, but the outline of her body moving beyond the pane of glass has my mouth watering. Leaning my ass against the countertop, I brush while eyeing my beauty put on a show. I could watch this all day long. Her head is tilted back as she rinses her hair under the spray. I wonder if she actually heard me come in. Her hands move along her skin, sudsing up every inch. I groan inwardly when they round her voluptuous breasts, and I grit my teeth when they wander between her legs.
Being able to see while not being able to truly see is such a tease. I’m hard and ready for her to finish up. I lied about being able to watch this all day. She takes her time rinsing before turning off the water. Watching her dry her skin even does things for me. Opening the door to step out, she eyes me with a coy smirk as her eyes travel the length of my body, taking in my erect dick tenting my boxer briefs and biting her lip.Yup, let’s do this.That’s my cue to spit and rinse.
“You’re not working today?” She gives me doe eyes as she asks.
“Oh, I’m planning on working,” I answer huskily as I stalk toward her with a salacious smile. I pull off her towel and drop it on the floor. “On the bed. Now.” Her sharp intake of breath fans my fire as she obeys and walks into the bedroom. She looks over her shoulder as she crawls onto the bed on all fours, giving me a different angle of her pussy and ass.Mine.A deep rumble of appreciation leaves my throat. “Turn over and show me what’s mine.”
A little whimper escapes her lips, and she squeezes her thighs together before doing as I say. She brazenly spreads her knees wide, offering me a view that could bring any man to his knees. I’ll gladly get on my knees for her. I brace both arms oneither side of the doorway and lean to keep myself from rushing to her. I want to draw the moment out and leave here tomorrow with plenty of sexy memories.
“I take my job very seriously. I wanna see those fingers explore a little.” She bites her lip again and begins to trail fingertips across her breasts, her thighs closing slightly. I tsk. “Keep them open wide.” I let my arms slide down the frame and prowl toward the bed. Her eyes round slightly as I sink to my knees before her, watching her hand slide down her belly and back up to a breast before circling her nipple. I growl. “Lower.”
Her fingers crawl ever so slowly down her belly before she teases me by switching hands, leaning back on her left elbow. I growl again with impatience and she snickers. Her right hand trails from her knee to her inner thigh just as torturously slow as her other damn hand had from her tits to her lower belly. How did she turn the tables on me? I’m not having it.
“I’m losing my patience…” I rumble dangerously.
“What are you going to do about it?” She toys with me as those fingers still crawl toward her very, very wet lips. I lick my lips and look up at her, pleading with my eyes for her to just please, please touch that soft skin for me. My eyes dart back and forth between her hand and her eyes, silently begging. My breath whooshes from my chest, making me realize I’ve been holding it when her middle finger skims up and down her slit once, twice, and a third time to the top of her clit before sliding home deep, making me groan deep with feral need.
“Pump that pretty pussy for me.Fuck,that looks so good,” I grind out through my teeth before clamping a hand on each of her inner thighs, spreading her farther for me. She moans breathily when I rake my fingers inward toward her gorgeous center and back out as I watch her pump away. I bend in to nip lightly at a thigh, and her breathing quickens. Ismile against her thigh and look up at her. She’s So. Fucking. Beautiful. And mine.
“Add another finger, precious.” Her breath stutters, and I kiss her other thigh, closer this time. She pulls out but slides underneath her thigh this time, entering herself at a different angle while leaving her clit bared to me.
“Are you asking for something?” I quirk a brow at her playfully, and she nods enthusiastically. I chuckle and kiss a little closer. “I didn’t hear a question,” I murmur against her skin, loving the frustration building in her gaze. I kiss the back of her pumping hand, and she sighs. I pull back a little. I allow my fingertips to trace the top of her mound and lightly trail over her outer lips. She whimpers when I barely graze the top of her clit. I repeat the graze, and her hips jerk.
“Would you like my help?” I ask coyly.
“Yes…” Sydney pants.
“But you’re doing such a good job.”
“Please…”
I slide my finger toward her fingers and enjoy the feel of their slickness, her slickness starting to coat me. She watches in fascination as I take that finger and glide it back over her clit with a little pressure once. She gasps in pleasure and frustration as my finger leaves her clit, but moans loudly when I couple it with her other two fingers and allow it to penetrate alongside them giving her three.
