Bitter

“What are you doing?’ I ask.

He lowers his voice so only I can hear. “I needed to touch you. God, I’ve been going crazy all day not being able to touch you.”

My stomach does a little flip and my body gets a lot horny. I try to calm myself by making a joke. “I’m sure your-.”

He cuts me off. “You fucking mention Katie’s name right now, and I swear to God, Wren.”

I’m caught a little off guard by his aggressiveness on the subject, but then he continues to escalate it. “What do you fucking want me to do here? You want me to go tell her to go home? Because fuck, Wren, I’d do literally anything you ask right now if you would just stop driving me fucking crazy in this dress.”

I let out a nervous laugh because what the fuck else am I supposed to do in front of all these people? “I don’t want you to tell her to leave, Reed,” I say.

“Fuck this. She’s gone,” he says as he lets me go and starts walking off the dance floor.

I open my eyes wide and chase after him. “Reed!” I whisper-shout. “Reed, fucking stop.”

Before I can stop him, he runs right into her. “Hey, can we talk a second?” he asks.

I turn to my right and stand at the bar, so she doesn’t think I have anything to do with whatever is about to happen.

He pulls her to the side, but I can still hear them if I listen closely, which of course is exactly what I’m doing. He was so confident a second ago, but now he seems more nervous.

“What’s up?” she asks because he hasn’t said anything yet.

He sighs. “I just want to make sure we are on the same page.”

“Okay,” she says in an already annoyed tone. She knows where this conversation is going. What girl doesn’t?

He hesitates before he continues. “You’ve been a friend of my family’s for a long time, and I don’t want things to be awkward between us, but I think my mom was giving off an impression of what this was.”

Fuck, Reed. Don’t fucking blame your mom. Pussy.

Katie has the same thought. “Your mom gave an impression?” she asks sarcastically.

He sighs again. “Fuck, I’m messing this up. I realize now that the wedding was probably too far. I really like having you as a friend, but I don’t want you to think I am interested in more.”

Katie’s tone changes to the offensive. “Because you don’t want to? Or because of Wren?”

My eyes pop wide open. I have a strong feeling she knows I’m nearby, so I do my best to pretend I can’t hear her.

He doesn’t deny it. “She’s a part of it. Things with my family are complicated right now.”

She laughs humorlessly. “Let me know when you’re done playing babysitter.”

Bitch.

“You know she acts sad so she can have all your attention,” she snaps at him.

Reed’s voice turns angrier. “This coming from the girl whose most tragic experience was breaking a nail at a social event.”

“At least I’m not trying to fuck my brother-in-law,” she spits out.

There’s a long silence that follows. Reed is probably in just as much shock as I am, but when he finally speaks, his voice is cutting. “You will not disrespect my family.”

She laughs again. “Why not? You do it all the time. Well, except with your precious little Wren.”

“I think you should leave,” he says harshly.

“Gladly,” she says. I take that moment to glance back and see her stomping off.

I look at Reed, and he runs his hand down his face in frustration. “Fuck,” he mouths as his eyes make their way over to me.

I know this is bad timing, but I want him. I want him so bad. I don’t know that I’ve ever wanted something so much in my life.

He must be able to tell by the way I’m looking at him because he gives me a confused look. I nod my head in the direction of inside, indicating I want him to follow me. I walk until I find somewhere we can be alone for a minute.

I see the coat closet and walk inside. There’s no one here since the weather is warm. There’s no door, but it wraps around once so we are out of sight. “What are you doing?” he asks, sounding amused.

I turn and face him. “I need to get this out of the way, so you can fuck me properly.”

“What?” he laughs, but he gets the idea when I press his back to the wall and touch my lips to his.

He kisses me back, but when I reach for his belt buckle, he pulls back slightly. “Wren. What are you doing?”

He doesn’t stop me as I slide my hand down into his pants and wrap my hand around his cock. I feel it grow in my hand, and that turns me on even more. “Oh, you know,” I say innocently. “Just trying to fuck my brother-in-law.”

“Jesus Christ, Wren,” he breathes out harshly, but he has yet to stop me.