Hitched (Hitched #1)(30)

It's more than sex as he lowers his powerful body over mine.

It's more than mutual pleasure as he pushes his cock into me.

As we become one.

As our flesh joins together, our hearts locked in the same rhythm, breathing each other's breath.

As we make love for the first time.





Chapter 20


Weekend Plans


For the next few weeks, Sebastian and I spend nearly every night together. As I slink into the house one morning after a particularly late night talking, laughing, watching our favorite movies, making love… Tate corners me in the kitchen as I add sugar to my coffee.

"The prodigal sister returns, and not in the clothes you were wearing last night. Did the good doctor give you a drawer?" he asks, looking around for my bags.

"Yes, actually. And a key to his house." Which I'd been reluctant to accept, but it made the most sense, since he lives alone and we spend most of our time at his house.

Tate pulls himself up and sits on the counter, watching me wipe up spilled sugar. "It's getting serious." He doesn't say it as a question, but as a statement. And with his grown-up voice, as if to emphasize the actual seriousness of the situation.

"It's a summer fling. What have you been up to?"

"Nope, that's not going to work this time. This isn't a fling, and you know it, and you need to be honest with this guy if you're really planning on breaking his heart at the end of the summer. He doesn't deserve that."

I push down a flare of anger at being lectured by my womanizing brother on how to treat people in a romantic relationship. "Says the guy who doesn't bother calling a girl the next day. Look, Sebastian knows how I feel. Why does everything have to be defined and decided on now? Can't we just enjoy getting to know each other without all the pressure? I'm sick of it."

I'm about to stalk out of the kitchen, when Tate hops off the counter and stops me. "You're right; I'm sorry. I'm not in a position to judge anyone. I just don't want you to get hurt."

I soften my scowl. "I'm fine."

I walk to my desk and flip through the messages Tate left. There's one that catches my eye. "Mom called again?"

"Yeah. I didn't want to bother you, but apparently our beloved grandmother is getting worse. Mom insists we come visit."

I raise an eyebrow. "Insists? And she'll do what if we don't?"

He shrugs. "I'm just passing the message along. We also got a few new client calls."

I sink into my leather desk chair and fire up my MacBook. "Let's focus on that and forget all the drama, shall we? I need to lose myself in work today."

He nods and takes a seat at his own desk. We spend the rest of the day working hard, making plans for several other parties we have booked and placing ads in newspapers locally and in California, since a lot of Californians use Vegas as their last minute wedding destination.

At the end of the day, Tate brings me another cup of coffee and sits on the edge of my desk. "Are you gone again tonight?"

I realize he looks lonely. "No, Sebastian has to work tonight. I'm all yours. What do you want to do?"

He smiles, his blue eyes brightening. "How about Chinese take-out and movies?"

"Sounds perfect," I say, returning his smile. "Shall I invite Vi? We haven't hung with her in a while."

He nods, pulling out his phone. "I'll order food, you order the dominatrix."

"Haha! But fine. Order extra orange chicken. She always hogs it."

An hour later, the three of us are stuffing our faces with the best Chinese in town and laughing at Channing Tatum as he grabs his partner’s ball sack, thinking it's a grenade. Oh comedy—gotta love it.

After dinner, while Vi and Tate argue about the next movie choice and whether Adam Sandler or Channing Tatum is funnier (Channing always and forever, obviously, so in this I have to side with Vi), I liberate a few bottles of wine from our well-stocked cellar. I'm totally kidding here. We don't have a cellar, let alone a well-stocked one, but wouldn't it be cool to say that? No, I just pull the last two bottles of cabernet sauvignon out of our pantry, where they were stored next to our emergency macaroni and cheese boxes for nights when nothing else will fix life but mac and cheese from a box. Fortunately for my thighs, those nights don't happen often.

My phone buzzes while I pour three glasses. I check it, my pulse already accelerating in anticipation.

That brat. It's not Sebastian, as I'd obviously hoped, but rather Vi telling me to hurry up with the wine. "You're cruel," I holler from the kitchen as I cork the wine and balance three glasses.

"Oh, did you think it was from lover boy?" She bats her eyelashes and flips her long red hair dramatically.

"Fuck you," I say, handing her a glass.

"Thems is fighting words, but I'll forgive you now that I have this." She holds her glass up to her lips and sips. "Drink of the gods," she sighs.

Tate thanks me for his, smirking at our exchange, and I flop between the two of them. "Okay, what did you two decide for the next movie?"

They share a conspiratorial look and turn on the movie.

I laugh. "Gross Anatomy? Really? We're doing 80s movies now?"

Vi nudges me. "No, we're doing hot doctor movies now. We thought you might be in withdrawal, since it's been at least fifteen hours since you saw him last."