Hitched (Hitched #1)(12)

Tate scowls at me. "You should come. All work and no play… "

"Yeah, that served me so well last time," I joke.

He shrugs, knowing when to pick his battles. "Fine. We're off. Call if you want to join."

They each kiss me on the cheek, and when they leave, the house is suddenly very quiet and lonely.

I spend a few hours pretending to work, mostly making notes and lists and daydreaming about things I shouldn't.

I finally give up the pretense and decide to take a bath. My eyes wander to the trash bin with the lovely bath set. No one would know if I used it, just a little. Right? Casting my eyes about as if someone might be spying on me and reporting back to Dr. Sexy that yes, I did indeed partake of his gifts, as if this is somehow consent to staying married, I grab the bath kit and head upstairs.

Tate and I have lived together all of our lives, even through college and grad school, so I don't often get time alone. I treasure it, and tonight I set the mood with soft music, candles, a glass of red wine and a salted bubble bath with extra hot water.

As I sink into the luxurious heat, my body breathes a sigh of relief. The tension and stress from the last few days drains out of me, and I close my eyes and lean back, enjoying the music, the sips of wine, the calm.

But it doesn't take long for my mysterious future ex-husband to creep into my mind, undoing my reverie with memories of our torrid night together.

His hotel room had an extra large bath, one we used to full avail.

He undressed me slowly, his long fingers and strong hands caressing my body with each movement as I stood still, breathing deeply, taking in the moment. I stood naked before him while he was still fully clothed, and the disparity between us sent waves of erotic charge through me.

As I pull this memory up and view it like a movie in my mind, my hand dips under the soapy water and between my legs. I spread my labia and tease my clit, slipping a finger inside of me as I remember him doing the same that night.

His hand over my mound, finger exploring my wet center, my * aching for more of him. I could see his cock through his slacks, hard and demanding, and I wanted to free him from that constraint, but I also wanted to continue enjoying this moment as he worshiped me with his eyes and explored me with his body.

I rub at my clit, fingering myself as I use my other hand to tease my nipples. I want this to be him touching me, his fingers, his hands, his tongue and mouth. His cock. But I settle for the memories as I bring myself closer to climax.

He knelt in front of me, his mouth positioned at my * as he flicked a tongue out and lightly licked my clit. My body shuddered, knees weak as he pushed his tongue deeper into me, fingers digging into my hips, holding me tightly against his mouth. My hands fell to the top of his head, to his thick dark hair as he pleasured me beyond reason. The bath filled with water as I came hard in his mouth. He finally let me undress him, just before lifting me up and placing me in the steaming bath. He got in beside me, then pulled me onto his lap, impaling me on his hard cock.

My wet * took him in greedily, eagerly, and our bodies rocked together in the water, his hands exploring my breasts, waist, hips, his fingers finding my sensitive, swollen clit and sending me over the edge again, quickly this time, as I came on his cock.

I'm nearly there, the memory of him inside me tipping the scale as I come to thoughts of him, alone in my bathtub.

And I realize then that getting him out of my mind is not going to be as easy as signing a few papers.





Chapter 7


Sweet Music


Every day for the last week Sebastian has sent me flowers and a gift, delivered to my house. I'm setting up another dozen roses in a vase when Tate walks in from his morning run.

"You need to call the guy back, sis. It's starting to look like a funeral in here."

"I'm not giving in just because he's burying me in a flower garden. I refuse to be coerced into marriage, even to him."

Tate raises an eyebrow. "At least you're acknowledging that he's different. That's a start."

I huff, not wanting to talk about this any more. "Are we all set with the liquor for tonight?"

Tate nods. "But I got a call while running. The bartender we hired called in sick."

I frown. "Seriously? The day of our bachelor party? That sucks. I'll call Vi and see if she can cover."

I can tell Vi is still sleeping when she answers. "Sorry to wake you," I say. "But I need a favor."

I give her the details, and she agrees to fill in. "I had a date with Chad, that guy I met the night you got hitched… "

"Funny."

"Anyways, can I bring him? I promise we won't get in the way."

"Sure, no problem. He can help Tate as a bouncer if we need it."

She laughs. "Probably not; he's more the submissive type. But he can help me serve drinks. He was a bartender in college."

Of course Vi would go for the guy she could more easily control. "That sounds fine. Thanks so much." I give her the address and time. "So, things are going well with Chad? You usually don't date one-night-stands."

"He's sleeping next to me right now. We were up all night." And then, as if I didn't quite understand her meaning, she added, "f*cking."

"Yeah, I got that, but thanks. I'm glad. I look forward to meeting him."