Mine To Have (Southern Wedding 1)

My eyes flutter open, thinking that I was just dreaming I heard voices. But when I hear someone gasp, I know it’s not a dream. "Oh my fucking God." I don’t move because I’m not sure if I’m covered or not. I don’t even know how long I’ve been sleeping, every single time I closed my eyes, we would snuggle up, and his dick would end up inside me. The last time, I collapsed on my stomach and fell asleep when he was going to get rid of the condom. My mouth feels like I have swallowed sand on the beach.

I look over my shoulder, and my eyes meet Shelby, who just stares with her mouth open and her hand moving to cover said mouth. The sound of footsteps running up the stairs has Travis opening his eyes. I watch Clarabella and Presley come to the top of the stairs and halt in their steps behind Shelby. Both of them have the same expression on their faces that Shelby has. Just Clarabella smirks at me and rolls her lips to stop from laughing out.

"Jesus Christ, Shelby," Travis hisses out from beside me. "What are you doing here?" He sits up now, and the sheet that was on his chest falls to his lap.

"What am I doing here?" she asks, shocked.

"Can the floor swallow me?" I’m shocked when I hear the words out loud. I thought I was thinking it instead of saying it. I look around to see if they heard me say what I just did.

"Someone swallowed someone last night," Presley says, folding her arms over her chest. I groan out and grab the cover and try to bring it over my head.

"Okay, all of you need to go downstairs, and we’ll meet you there."

"I’ll make coffee," Clarabella says, turning and going down the stairs.

"I’m going to go help her and discuss what we just saw." Presley steps down one step. "Come on, Shelby." She pulls Shelby beside her.

"Oh my God," I grumble, and if I didn’t want to die before, I definitely want to die now. "This is so embarrassing,” I say, getting up and holding the sheet to my chest as I get out of the bed. Panic is running through me as I look back at Travis, who is now naked, and his cock is up.

I hold up my hand to stop my eyes from looking at it. "It’s a little too late for modesty." Travis gets out of bed. "You sat on my face less than two hours ago."

"That was different," I hiss whisper at him, but the openness of the room makes my voice carry.

"It was still you naked," he points out, walking to the door and then thinking about walking out onto the balcony, and I shout his name.

"Cover yourself. It’s light out," I hiss at him, and he grabs a towel that we used when we got out of the tub sometime during the night. "And get my dress." I point at the door.

"Well, there goes morning sex," he says, wrapping the towel around his hips at the same time the phone in my purse starts to ring.

Chapter 15

Travis

I put my hand on the doorknob to go outside when a phone starts ringing from downstairs. "That’s my phone," she says, clinging to the sheet in front of her.

"Can someone bring up the phone?" I shout down the steps and then go to walk outside. The sun makes me squint as I grab our clothes and walk back inside.

"Here," Clarabella says, handing Harlow her purse.

"Thank you," she mumbles and doesn’t even make eye contact with her. The phone stops ringing. I smile at Clarabella as she turns and walks back down the stairs. "Can this be any worse?"

I laugh. "It could have been my mother," I say, and she glares at me, and I laugh. "We are two consenting adults who can do what we want." I try to smooth it over with her. The last thing I wanted was to wake up with my sisters barging in. Not after the night I just had. The best night of my life, and of course, it would make sense that it was with Harlow.

The phone rings again from her purse, and she opens it and looks at me. "It’s Rachel." She closes her eyes and puts her head back. "Hello." She puts the phone to her ear. "Yeah, yeah, I’m fine," she says, looking at me. "Brunch sounds like a plan. I’ll be ready in about an hour." I don’t know what Rachel says, but two minutes later, she hangs up. "I need to get back to the hotel." She grabs her dress from my hand. "Where are my panties?"

"Outside on the front porch.” I hear Presley from downstairs. "We thought it was a joke."