LUST (Dirty Brothers 2)

“Wow,” I say.

Sam laughs softly. “Maybe I should wake you up this way every day.”

“You’d have no argument from me.”

“Or maybe,” he says, “you can wake me up like this.” He kisses me again, rolling over so that I’m on top, his cock still inside me. “I love you, Fi.”

I rock my hips on his cock, feeling it stir, hardening again and growing, filling me up perfectly. “I love you. Always have.”

13

Six Months Later

Rose’s wedding is beautiful. It’s even better that I’m the maid of honor and I didn’t have to do half my share of planning. Rose and her wedding planner have been so on top of it that everything went off without a hitch, and I’m seriously considering bringing Maria on board to help me with my own planning.

Sam and I are making our way through the receiving line to say hello to the newly married couple. It sounds crazy, but even being the maid of honor I’ve barely had a chance to say hello to Rose today. She’s been swarmed by people all day, and we only had a few minutes before the actual wedding to connect. Fingers curl around my hip, and I smile as Sam presses a kiss to the back of my neck. “Are you going to try to catch the bouquet? Because you’re next.”

“I already know I’m next, so no. I’ll let some other girl try to win someone’s heart with flowers.”

I can feel him smile. “Well, that’s how you won my heart.”

“With flowers?”

“Just one flower.”

I slap him on the arm, glancing around to make sure that no one’s listening. “Stop that. You didn’t fall in love with me for my virginity.”

“You’re right,” he says, “but I’m still glad that you gave it to me.”

“I took yours too.” I roll my eyes.

We move forward in line, and I glance around. The Heron’s Nest—a five-star restaurant on the rich side of Hawthorne—is absolutely gorgeous. And it’s decorated in Rose’s colors of silver and turquoise. There was a suggestion that rose be one of her colors but she stopped that one in its tracks. Sam’s hand glides down my back, taking his time tracing my skin where the dress dips almost to my waist. He makes a low sound in his throat.

“What?” I ask.

“Just thinking about how fun this will be to peel off you.”

I can’t help the smirk on my face. “Later. It took forever to get into this dress.”

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me tight against him, and I can feel what must be an obvious erection against my ass. “And what if I can’t wait?” he asks in my ear.

The line moves again and I don’t have time to respond. We’re next. “Hi!” Rose envelopes me in a hug of lace and silk, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this happy. “I know we’ve barely had a chance to talk, but we’re sitting next to each other at the head table, so we’ll have some time.”

“Good,” I say. “It was so perfect, Rose.”

“I know.” For a second her eyes get a little teary. “Thanks for being a part of it.”

I lean forward and kiss her cheek. “Anything for you.”

She’s beaming, but she glances behind me at the line. “I’ll see you in a little while?”

“Of course.”

Glancing over at Thomas, I don’t see a very happy face, and I just catch the tail end of his question. “—heard from him?”

I slip my hand into Sam’s. “I haven’t. I’m sorry, Thomas.”

Thomas clears his throat. “Well, there’s nothing you could have done.” He smiles at me, but there’s a sadness behind it. “Thanks for being our maid of honor, Fiona. I know Rose really appreciates it.”

“I was happy to,” I say. Sam pulls me away, and the next people in line move up to say hello. “What was that?”

A sigh. “Robert didn’t show. No one’s seen him since the engagement party. We were hoping that he’d come anyway, we tried to reach out to him, but nothing. Tom’s sad. He hoped he would be here.”

“Is Robert okay?”

Sam shrugs. “As far as we know, he’s fine. Just…off doing his own thing I guess.”

I remember when I spoke to him at Rose’s party. He seemed really unhappy. Maybe that unhappiness made him want to disappear for a while. I’m not paying attention, and the next thing I know I’m swept through a door and into a giant room with a dance floor. And Sam is dancing. With me. I freeze instinctually, because the last time we danced that night ended in what separated us for ten years.

Sam sees my face, and I can see that he knows. “I think it’s time to replace some of those memories. Don’t you?”

I nod because I don’t trust myself to speak. The music is slow and soothing, and as Sam leads, I relax. He’s smooth and confident, and soon my head rests against his chest as we circle slowly. It’s peaceful, and not at all as bad as I feared.