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My suit is dark gray, my dress shirt is perfectly white, and I’m not even annoyed with my solid black tie. I almost skipped it because they are not my thing, but if I’m going to do something, I might as well do it right. It’s worth it because I look fucking fantastic. Satisfied, I strap on the watch my uncle gave me for my 21st birthday as there’s a knock on my door. I have absolutely no idea what Lexy planned for us today, but I’m anxious to find out.
When I open the door, I see the girl standing in front of me, and my mouth instantly goes dry. My tongue swipes over my lip before I bite into it. Holy fuck. Lexy is wearing the red dress I recognize from her picture in Vegas, but it didn’t do any sort of justice to this real life image. It’s silky, the straps thin, the front is cut in a heart shape and the hem hits right above her knees. Her blonde hair is curled and falls over her shoulders, and her blue eyes are bright in contrast to the rest of her. She’s looking at me through thick lashes, her skin fucking flawless, and red gloss on her lips that I desperately want to kiss.
“Fuck, Lexy.” I drag my hand across my mouth.
She takes me in too, and I watch her eyes work her way down my body, seemingly happy with my appearance. “Yeah, you too.” She takes a step, reaching for me. I take a step back, and she stops in her tracks, confused.
“If you touch me right now, we will not make it out of this room.” I’ve gone longer without sex, but the way I crave Lexy makes not having her nearly unbearable.
“That’s fine.” She smirks and reaches for me again.
I grab her hands and spin her around slowly so she doesn’t trip in her black heels. I’d rather her be in nothing but these heels as I fuck her on my bed, but instead, I wrap my arms around her, still gripping her hands, and pull her back into my chest. “God, you smell good.” It’s even more challenging to get my words out as I breathe in her coconut scent. “I want to know what you planned for us, but I’m hoping it ends with us coming back here so I can rip this dress off you.” I kiss her skin, right above the red silky strap, as she nods.
I let her go. She steps away from me out the door, and it’s now that I notice her dress scoops low in the back, showing off skin I want to run my hands over. Instead, I opt for smacking her ass and pull the door closed behind me as she looks over her shoulder with a look that nearly burns through me.
I spot Maci’s car as soon as we get to the parking garage. She’s letting Lexy borrow it while she’s traveling the world. I slide into the passenger seat, second guessing pushing us out the door as Lexy leans over the center console to kiss me. I reach for the nape of her neck, holding her in place to extend the kiss longer than she intended. My dick twitching is the only thing that snaps me out of it.
Pulling back, I clear my throat and shift in my seat, attempting to get my hormones under control. “So, where are we going?”
She grins and puts the car in reverse. “To a wedding.”
“Oh yeah. Whose wedding?” I didn’t think she had any friends here.
“Don’t know.” Her smile grows. “Well, I know their names are Simon and Alana Woods.”
It takes me a second. “Are we wedding crashing?” I’m amused as fuck and almost as excited for this as I am for getting back to my place after.
She nods her confirmation.
“So, what’s our story?”
She glances over to take in my reaction to her plan, her smile bright when she sees we are on the same page. “Okay, here’s what I’m thinking…”
LEXY
After about forty minutes, we arrive in Calabasas. I’ve been in this area before, back when I did makeup. There are a lot of rich people who live here, the kind of people who throw events so big they don’t have time to greet every guest, let alone know who they are. It’s perfect.
I turn down a winding road, following my GPS, but it seems like we are in the middle of nowhere. I’m worried I’m lost, but then I spot a massive black gate nestled among the trees. I pull up to it, harnessing myfake it ‘til I make itconfidence as I roll down the window. “Here for the Woods wedding.” I shoot my best smile at the security guard.
“Welcome.” He says it stone-faced and makes me wonder if he’s paid well enough to stay emotionless or just really needs to get laid. “Follow this road to the valet.” He points up the winding dirt road.
“Thanks.” I leave the window rolled down, and I drive. We lucked out on the weather. It’s about as nice as it gets at the end of January–66° and barely overcast. I might be a little cold, but after a few drinks and dances, I’ll be fine. The trees lining the drive tower over the road, nearly blocking the sky between them, but streams of sunlight sparkle through.
Troy turned the music off when I got to the security gate and never turned it back on. I’m driving slow enough to glance at him. He’s looking out the window like a kid seeing the magic of Christmas–not that I would personally know what that’s like. I’m not sure if he can feel me watching him or if a thought slips out. Either way, it feels more like he’s talking to himself when he says, “This reminds me of home. I miss the trees.”
An indescribable feeling rushes over me along with a wave of emotions. I’m sad for him that he misses home. Sad for me that I don’t have a home to miss. Worried that my time with him is limited because he might leave at some point. And freaked out because I’ve never had that thought about anyone before.
“It’s pretty.” My voice comes out soft, but it’s enough to bring him back to reality.
“Like you.” He smiles, reaching for my hand and bringing it to his lips. Part of me wants to ask him about Oregon again, but I don’t want to ruin the moment. I pull up to the massive brick house, stopping under a huge driveway cover held up by white columns. I have been to some big houses, but they never cease to amaze me. When my wide eyes meet Troy’s, I know he’s thinking the same.
We both step out of the car, and I hand the valet my keys, along with a ten dollar bill. Troy meets me off to the side, offering his arm for me to loop mine through. I link us together and lean into him. Being here is obviously wrong, but being with him feels right. I’m tired of fighting it. I’m still freaking out a bit, but I’m as ready as I’ll ever be to give this a chance.
“What’s up?” He’s walking in the direction the wedding signs point but looks over at me as if he can sense I’m thinking.
“Nothing, Mr. Bolton.” I look up enough to grin at him mischievously. We agreed to use his last name, partially so we don’t slip up, but also because after some thorough Facebook stalking and Googling, I found that Bolton is actually a distant family name. It’s perfect. He kisses my temple before continuing down the path. Our skin may have touched in the smallest way, but I feel it everywhere. Between that and the way he smells like the perfect cross between sweet and spicy, it’s overwhelming.
I take in my surroundings to avoid drowning in it. What the… This brick pathway is lined by extravagant white wooden bird cages filled with tropical birds. Rich people. I’ll never understand them.
