The Wrong Bride (The Windsors, #1)(87)

“And then the spaceship explodes,” he says, mimicking the sounds loudly in the busy garden.

I nod, barely paying attention. “I think something like that already exists, Nick.” Pretty sure what he’s describing to me is the plot to Star Wars with some minor tweaks.

“Yeah, but this is better.”

Hannah walks over to me and rolls her eyes at him. “Stop harassing Ares,” she says as she holds up a beer for me. The circles underneath her eyes make me wonder if she heard us last night. Somehow, I doubt she’d be smiling at me this way if she had, but then again, no one can put up an act like Hannah does.

“Just giving him some good ideas. You’ll thank me when Raven and Ares become filthy rich.”

I take a swig of my beer and smile at him. “My wife and I are already rich, buddy. I’ll take your ideas under consideration, though. Thank you.”

He nods and walks off, no doubt in search of another victim to subject to his boring stories. “Don’t mind him,” Hannah tells me, her arm brushing against mine.

I take a step away from her and nod, my eyes on Raven. “It’s truly over between us, isn’t it?” she asks, following my gaze.

I nod. “It is.”

She sighs and runs a hand through her hair. “For so long, I was certain that you’d want to be with me in three years. I must’ve been insane to think you’d stay away from Raven the entire time, that nothing would happen between you two. I trusted you both too much. I always knew she secretly had a thing for you, but you… I didn’t think you’d ever reciprocate those feelings. I didn’t think you’d ever see her as anything but my little sister.”

I glance at her. “She’s my wife,” I remind her. “You act like she and I betrayed you when you’re the one who walked away. You can’t begrudge us our happiness when you’re the one who pushed us together.”

“You’ve always wanted her, haven’t you?”

I look up at her in surprise. “What?”

She huffs and looks away. “Don’t even bother denying it. Do you know how many times I heard you moan her name in your sleep? Did you really think I didn’t realize you were dreaming about her?” She runs a hand through her hair. “If I’m truly honest, that’s one of the reasons I couldn’t go through with it. I always felt like I stole you from her, since she was always meant to be your fiancee. I can see it, you know? I can see why your grandmother picked her, and not me. The two of you have always had a bond that made me jealous. It still does.”

Raven’s eyes meet mine from across the garden, but she looks away almost immediately.

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out between us,” I tell her. “But I’m not sorry for moving on and finding the happiness we never would’ve had together. I hope you find your own happiness too, Hannah.”

“I won’t,” she tells me. “No one can make me as happy as you do, Ares. Despite everything that happened, despite the fact that you’re married to my sister, I still want you.”

I watch as Raven walks into the house, her shoulders slumped. What’s wrong? Why does she look so upset? Is it something I’ve done? Fuck. I shouldn’t have spoken to Hannah at all.

I put my beer down and move to follow her. “Excuse me,” I tell Hannah.

“Ares!” she calls, surprised, but I ignore her. I need to get to my Cupcake and figure out what’s wrong.

She disappears around the corner and I rush after her, just about catching the door to the guest bathroom before she closes it. She looks up in surprise, her eyes wide. “Ares?”

I smirk as I walk into the bathroom with her and close the door behind us.

“What are you—” I grab her and turn us over, so I’ve got her pressed against the door. I grab her roughly and tip her face up toward mine, my lips coming down on hers. She moans when I kiss her, and I push against her hard, letting her feel my rapidly hardening cock.

“I can’t keep my eyes off you in this pretty white dress,” I groan against her lips. My left hand moves underneath her dress, as I tilt her head, placing my lips against her neck, right in that spot underneath her ear.

“You’re wearing panties, huh?”

She chuckles as her hands start to roam over my body. I fucking love how much she always wants me. “It seemed appropriate,” she tells me, “being at my parents’ house at all.”

I turn her over and make her face the mirror above the sink as I position myself behind her. “Baby,” I whisper into her ear. “There’s nothing appropriate about what I’m going to do to you.”

I lift her dress up and slide my hand into her panties, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin. A dark chuckle escapes my lips when I realize that she’s already wet for me.

“You’re such a good little slut for me, Raven. Always so wet, so needy.”

I bury my free hand in her hair and tilt her neck, kissing her in every spot I know is sensitive while my fingers work her pussy.

I slip two fingers into her while my thumb rests against her clit. She starts to move her hips against me, and I chuckle as she rides my hand. “Look at you,” I whisper. “Desperate for my cock in your parents’ guest bathroom, a house full of people surrounding us. But you don’t care, do you? You’re going to come for me nonetheless.”