From now until the end of time.
“Milly!” Martin growls as he stomps up beside us, but I growl right fucking back and even drunk he’s aware enough to pull it back, his head whipping around to Stacie. “She’s just drunk. Milly, you’re making a scene. And you, Reeeed, stay away from my daughter.”
“Him?” Stacie stomps her foot. “Your daughter basically jumped on him. He didn’t stand a chance. You’re damn right, she’s drunk. Embarrassing us in front of all our friends.” Stacie starts the weepy shit again and I’m done.
Martin tries to calm his new bride. “Baby, let’s—”
“Don’t baby me.” The fake tears are evaporated by her venom. “Come on, let’s go. Everyone is staring. At them.”
As they continue arguing, I meet Milly’s eyes. “Milly, huh?”
“Since I was about eight. I don’t know why I said Mildred, I guess I wanted to seem a little more sophisticated. It’s clearly such a formal and sophisticated event, Reginald.”
I laugh and nod. “My dad’s name. I hate it almost as much as I hate him.”
I see the thoughtfulness in her eyes and I have no idea why I just told her that.
“You ready to jet?” She crinkles her nose once again easing the discomfort rising inside of me.
“Limos are already booked. You’re riding with me.”
She starts to sway, then puts out her arm, nodding. “Lead the way, brother-in-law. I believe I’ve had enough.”
Enough alcohol, maybe.
Enough of me?
Never.
CHAPTER 4
Milly
Two things occur to me as I ride in the back of the limo with Reid.
First, I’m uber-drunk. Those two glasses of champagne were beyond unnecessary.
I can’t stop the giggles or the spinning feeling that’s taking over.
Second, I kissed my new brother-in-law. More than kissed.
I rode his fingers like a porn star and filled his hand with the results of an orgasm that practically popped my fillings out of my molars.
And I want to do it again.
Right now. And more. Way more. All the mores. In every position.
Virginity be damned. It’s time and he’s the place.
“What were the chances of us both—”
I cut him off, lunging across the back seat and planting my lips against his. Even though it must take him by surprise, he doesn’t seem unprepared, his arms wrap around me like that handle they pull down on a rollercoaster before it takes off.
Please keep limbs inside the ride at all times.
I feel the hard ridge pressing up into my body from between his legs, barely able to register that that thing is supposed to somehow fit inside a woman’s body.
Inside my body. Mine. God, yes.
We shouldn’t be doing this. It’s all wrong, totally wrong.
My dad is married to his little sister, which, sure, that whole thing confuses the hell out of me. Are we brother and sister-in-law? Or is he like my uncle now? Uncle-in-law?
I use my tongue to distract me from our relational confusion but either way it still makes us related.
Me and Reid.
Reid and me.
Reid and Milly, sitting in a tree, K.I.S.S.I.N.G…
First comes love…
Comes, snort. I’m like two years old right now.
Oh, God, I am so drunk.
Deciding to try out an open bar at your father’s wedding to a girl who could have been in your graduating class on your first venture into the slithery snakes of alcohol’s effects, may not have been the best decision of my life.
Did that sentence even make sense? It’s too long. Red pen, scratch it all out.
Whatever. Tomorrows are for regrets.
Tonights are for throwing caution to the wind, and man, it’s windy in here.
I reach down between us and hear Reid grunt in pain as my fingers dance over the bulging head behind his zipper. I grin into our kiss, starting to giggle again, and he breaks our contact.
“Sorry,” I say. “I don’t know…my dad’s probably right. I’m just drunk.”
He shakes his head. “No.”
“No what?” My laugh sounds high-pitched and girly. Like a giggle. I’m not this person. I’m black lace and sullen silences, not fluffy bunnies and giggles.
“Not just drunk. Sure, you’re drunk, I’ll give you that, but that doesn’t make you do things you don’t want to do. It just turns off that little switch marked inhibitions. You’re not doing anything you don’t want to do, are you baby?”
I narrow my eyes. “Is that your way of asking for another kiss?” I giggle. Again. “Sorry. God, honestly, I’m not normally like this.”
As I pull away, I hear a rumble from deep in his chest, and feel his grip tighten on my back.
“Let’s just talk,” he says, shifting us around in the back of the car so that he’s sitting across in his seat, legs spread, and I get an eyeful of that rock-solid bulge. “Tonight has been crazy, I won’t lie. Things have changed. But I want to get to know you, Milly. All of you.”
I put my finger to my chin as I think, then nod. “I’m an open page. Book, I mean. What do you want to know?”