Beautiful Beginning(37)

“Only if you let me lead, Almost–Mr. Mills.”





Chapter Six




“So was it the two mai tais I drank,” Chloe began, “or did Will really

propose to Hanna tonight?”

“He did,” I said, turning off the water. “In the middle of our rehearsal

dinner. With a microphone. In front of both my family and yours, and

probably loud enough that the entire restaurant upstairs heard him. Rumor

has it she said yes.”

“Okay then,” she said around her toothbrush, bending to rinse her mouth.

I watched her bend, her ass push out suggestively, and felt my pulse hum

heavy in my chest, the weight of need curling deep in my stomach.

“You should hurry up,” I said, tossing the towel to the sink and leaning

against the counter.

“Are we going somewhere?” She stood, facing me in her tiny lace slip,

eyes wide and mock-innocent, as if she wasn’t the same woman who’d just

made me go down on her in a dressing room while our wedding party and

family drank and dined obliviously downstairs. I was glad she was finally

my Chloe again, the woman who was every bit as greedy as I was.

But now it was my turn.

“No. You’re going to suck my dick and then I’m going to f*ck you until

someone has to bang on the door and tell us it’s time to get married,” I

said, unbuttoning my shirt.

She straightened, eyes tracking each inch of skin as it became visible.

“Oh?”

I pushed her against the wall, ran my hands down her curves to rest on her

ass. “You may have visible trouble walking tomorrow.”

“And your rule?”

“Rules are for suckers and idiots who aren’t getting laid.” Leaning in,

I ran my tongue along her neck, bent to lift her and wrap her legs around

my waist. I walked us into the bedroom, shutting off the lights as we went.

“And I am tired of being a sucker, Miss Mills.”

“Did you come to this conclusion before or after you made me come?” she

asked, then gasped when I tossed her to the mattress.

“Why are you still talking?” I growled against her mouth. I kissed her

hard and with all the frustration I’d felt the past week. I sucked in her

little sounds, hissed as her fingers pushed my shirt from my body and she

forced my pants down with her legs.

“You will suck me off,” I said. “And then I’m going to f*ck you on your

hands and knees.” My head snapped up at a sound from the other room, and I

pulled back, blinking into the darkness. “Did you hear that?” I asked,

almost certain I heard footsteps across the tile floor in the foyer.

“Fuck yes,” she sighed, oblivious, still dragging her nails down my

sides. “Tell me what else—”

“Chloe—”

“Close, but not quite, sweet stuff,” a male voice said next to my ear.

I bolted upright into a fight stance, heart racing just as the lights

flipped on.

“Jesus, George. We said to knock!” a woman hissed.

I scrambled to hide Chloe’s mostly naked body. “Mina?” I said, wincing

and mostly blind from the sudden light as the shape of my sister-in-law

stepped into the room.

Someone threw a shirt at me, but it was quickly batted away.

“Don’t you dare!” George warned, rushing to stand in front of me. “I

will personally throttle anyone who hands this man a single piece of

clothing. And, damnit, Mina. You said he’d be naked.”

“Oh, my bad,” she said, smiling. “I forgot he’s guarding his virtue and

trying to keep it pure before the wedding. I might have forgotten to tell

you that. Though judging by the looks of things,” she dropped her eyes to

my boxers, “he was about to give it up. Might want to put something over

that, Ben. Mommy’s coming.”

I suddenly realized I was standing in only my boxers. Hard.

“Get out!” I said, reaching for a pillow and holding it in front of me.

Chloe bent to the floor and pulled on a cotton robe. The intruders were

dressed in black from head to toe and looked like a group of cartoon

banditos. I’m sure that at any other moment I would have found this

hilarious.

“Oh calm down, Bennett,” my mother said, walking into the room with Sara

and Julia right on her heels. “We’re here to take Chloe with us.”

“What? How did you people even get a key?” I asked.

“You do not want to know,” George said.

Mom rounded the bed and reached for Chloe’s hand. “You know the rule,

Bennett: groom can’t see the bride the day of the wedding. And we are

exactly five minutes from that.” She leaned close to me, whispering, “I

texted you earlier to warn you we’d be sneaking in and stealing her.”

“Mom!” I yelled, losing patience. “I don’t have time to read five