Second Opinion (10 page)

I grinned. “Shower with me.”

“Someone is going to see me going back to my room, Grant.”

“They’ll see you now or they’ll see you after the shower. May as well be with a smile on your face.” I pulled her nipple back into my mouth.

“You’re very convincing.”

“You’re very sexy.”

I stood and pulled her into my arms, carrying her to the shower.

“I can walk,” she whined, but I liked holding her in my arms as much as I could tell she liked being there.

“I know you can. But this is a much better way to travel.”

She giggled, conceding to my point.

I set her down in the bathroom and turned on the water. Her arms twined around my neck as we waited for the water to warm.

She took one of my nipples into her mouth, gently biting and playing with me as I had done to her just moments earlier.

“Turn around,” I said softly. She complied, and I ran my hands from her ass all the way up her back to her neck. I massaged her back, and I felt her relaxing into me as I worked my fingers.

I heard soft breaths and quiet moans as I worked her neck and upper back. “Get in,” I said, motioning toward the shower once I saw the steam forming behind the glass.

“Don’t stop. Ever.”

I grinned. “I won’t. It’s even better when it’s slick with soap and water.”

We both got in and got wet, and I continued massaging her sore muscles. My hands moved everywhere on her body as I massaged and cleaned, and then she rinsed and took the soap in her hands.

“Your turn,” she said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

I smiled down at her, a little amazed at how she could go from a wild animal like she was the night before to this sweet and endearing woman about to massage and wash my body.

And after all that liquor the night before, I wasn’t sure how she did it, but she didn’t look hung over. She didn’t look tired. She just looked beautiful.

As she turned me around to wash my body, I remembered our conversation from the night before. She had said she thought this could turn into more, and I had agreed with her. I felt a tremor of fear flash through my chest at the thought.

What if we had started something the night before?

What if she didn’t remember our conversation?

What if she didn’t remember calling me the best fuck of her life or my reciprocal statement, or telling me she wanted to fall in love, or my admission that I’d been in love but I’d been hurt? What if she didn’t remember the fact that I wanted to tell her what had happened with Rachelle when I’d never wanted to talk about it with anyone?

She’d been a little drunk, but now it was just awkward to bring it up.

And besides, I had a giant erection she was about to take care of.

Priorities.

I didn’t even have to ask for it. As she knelt down to the shower floor, I was drawn to her wet hair. It cascaded around her, sticking to her wet neck and shoulders. An image of her riding me the night before came to mind. Her hair had still been stuck up on top of her head with pins, but I could just imagine it flying wildly around her shoulders as I banged the hell out of her.

Something to look forward to the next time.

Her tongue ran along my length as her eyes looked up to mine. Meeting a girl’s eyes just as she was about to take me in her mouth was hot. Every single time. It was one of those little things that kicked everything up a notch.

Her tongue ran back down before she pulled back, and then she took the tip in her mouth while her hand pumped my shaft.

Her tongue swirled and then sucked in a random rhythm that pushed all of the blood in my body straight to my cock.

Clearly this wasn’t the first time she’d done this, because she knew exactly what to do. The hand that was pumping me had the perfect amount of pressure. Her lips wrapped around me, and I sank one hand into her wet hair while the hot shower water beat down on my back. Her other hand came up around to cup my ass for balance as she continued pumping, swirling, and sucking.

It was all over much too quickly. I couldn’t hold on as the pleasure she was delivering sent me flying into an intense orgasm that shook my body from head to toe.

Honestly, I felt slightly dizzy as I came. All of that blood rushing to one central point started filtering back into my veins, and sense attempted to return to my brain as Avery stood, wiping the corner of her mouth and grinning up at me. I’d been so fucking lost in my orgasm I didn’t even get to witness my favorite part of a blow job.

She’d swallowed it all down like a champ.

Jesus Christ.

She swallowed.

We got out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around her and then grabbed one for myself.

“I have a proposition for you, Grant.” She glanced over at me as we both dried off. Her brown eyes were so confusing. They somehow looked innocent and erotic at the same time.

“I’ll do anything you ask if you promise to blow me like that again.”

She giggled, and it sounded like music again. I liked making her laugh.

“I have to go get ready for brunch, so I can’t stay for you to take care of me right now. But I was thinking maybe you could come over to my place a little later tonight?”

Her voice was hopeful.

I wanted to. Badly. I really, really wanted to.

But I couldn’t.

I’d made plans with Andrew to watch Sunday Night Football at his place. I almost invited Avery. Almost. But bringing a girl to watch football was like announcing I was in a serious and committed relationship. This thing with Avery, whatever it would turn into, wasn’t serious. And we weren’t committed.

As her eyes stared up into mine, though, I couldn’t help but think about breaking my plans with Andrew to meet up with her. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d ditched him for a woman, and I was certain it wouldn’t be the last.

But my insecurities got the better of me. I’d already spent the entire weekend with her, and agreeing to meet her that night would only give her the false hope women around me always seemed to cling to.

As reality set back in, I knew agreeing to see her that night would be a huge mistake.

“I want to, Avery,” I finally said, my voice apologetic already.

“But…” She drew the word out, waiting for me to finish my thought.

“But I have plans with my buddy.”

“Cancel them.”

I chuckled. “I can’t. It’s sort of a standing Sunday night deal.”

“Gang bang?”

I flat out laughed. This girl was a riot. Crude, sassy, a little bitchy, and straight up sexy.

“More like Sunday Night Football.”

“So manly of you to watch football with the boys. You think Brady can pull off a win against those assholes from New York?”

“You watch football?” I don’t know why I was surprised. I’d met a lot of girls who watched football, but it seemed like the majority watched just to impress guys. Her one little sentence proved she knew at least something about the game. She knew who was playing that night without me having to tell her, at the very least.

“Men in tight pants chasing balls down a field? Fuck yes, I watch football.”

“Well I wish I didn’t have plans with Andrew,” I said, meaning it. I wished I could sit with her on her couch or in her bed and watch the game with a beer. I wanted a low key night with her where we could make out during the commercials and fuck during halftime.

Unfortunately that voice in my head that seemed to be my biggest challenge spoke up to stop me from engaging in more. It was my way of protecting myself. I couldn’t go through that pain again, so I’d hold her at arm’s length so I didn’t have to. 

“I wish you didn’t, too. Maybe next week.”

“Yeah, maybe,” I said noncommittally.

I hated the way I treated women sometimes. Avery deserved better.

“I better run,” she said, avoiding eye contact as she pulled on her dress from the night before. Her voice was reluctant and I felt that same reluctance. I didn’t want her to go. Parting that morning meant our time was over, but so much had changed. “I’ll see you down at brunch.”

“Okay.”

She walked toward the door, and just before she reached for the handle, I grabbed her around her waist, spun her around, and hauled her up against me.

Surprise shone on that beautiful face I couldn’t get enough of, and my mouth automatically crashed down over hers. It was a short kiss, but it packed a punch for both of us. She was breathless and I was panting.

“I had to do that one more time,” I muttered.

Her hand found the back of my neck. She pulled my head back down so my lips met hers once more. 

“So did I,” she said as she pulled back.

Always had to have the last word.

I hated it and loved it at the same time.

She opened the door and checked the hall to be sure the coast was clear. Our rooms were on different floors, and guests from the wedding were scattered all over. Word would spread like wildfire if anyone caught a bridesmaid still in her bridesmaid gown sneaking out of the best man’s room the morning after the wedding.

She turned back to me once more. “I had a great night, Grant.”

“I had a great morning, Peaches,” I countered.

She grinned, and then I watched her walk down the hall and disappear around a corner. I shut my door and leaned back against it for a second, trying to gain my bearings.

That woman fucked with every single sane thought I’d ever known.

I refocused my thoughts. I still had a few remaining best man duties, not the least of which was making sure to get Reed’s tux so I could return it with my own the next day.

I finished getting dressed and packed my overnight bag. I took one last glance through the room to ensure I hadn’t forgotten anything, and I found Avery’s earrings and bracelet on the nightstand next to the bed.

I supposed I’d need to find a time to return them to her. I slipped them into my pocket. I could probably sneak them over to her at brunch.

Or I could not do that and I could text her later to tell her I’d found them, thus giving me a reason to see her again.

I liked the sound of Plan B much better.

I brought my shit down to my car and went to the front desk to check out, and then I headed toward the room where brunch was being catered and all of the wrapped gifts had been transferred the night before. My parents were already there, as were Paul, Veronica and Jesse, and Reese.

“Good morning,” my dad boomed at me as I walked into the room.

“Sure is,” I grinned, and my dad clapped me on the shoulder.

“Good night?”

Could he somehow tell I’d spent the night hooking up with Avery? “Yeah. Great night. You?”

He smiled and nodded.

“Nice wedding,” I said.

“Expensive, too.”

“Nice of you to pay for it.” My parents did alright for themselves, but they weren’t rich by any stretch of the imagination. You’d never know from the beautiful wedding they had pulled together, though.

“Your daughter only gets married once, you know.”

“With those two?” I asked. “Yeah. I think we’ve all got our bet on it lasting forever.”

“Speak of the devils,” my dad said, motioning to the doorway where a very tired Quinn and Reed were standing. They held hands, and Reed leaned in and whispered something to Quinn. She giggled, a slight blush gracing her cheeks, and then they walked into the room. Someone started tapping the side of their water glass with a spoon, so Reed leaned in and planted a kiss on my sister.

It was a little disgusting from a brotherly standpoint, but like I’d said in my speech the night before, the two of them together really did give people around them hope.

They’d fought hard to get where they were, and they deserved all of the bliss their future surely held.

A vision of beauty appeared in the doorway just as Reed pulled his lips from Quinn’s, and I couldn’t help finding her eyes from across the room. I saw a secret smile turn up her lips, and then she looked away as Reese moved toward her and engaged her in conversation.

But that one moment held a lot of meaning between us.

She had purposely sought out my eyes from across the room, and I’d done the exact same thing to her.

This was dangerous.

I had girls on speed dial who were suddenly forgotten. Girls who were always up for a good time, girls who sent naked texts, girls who wanted more with me.

But none of them had been anywhere near my mind. Somehow Avery had taken over my thoughts, and I was a little terrified she was working her way into my heart, too.

“Dude, stop staring. People are going to start putting it together.” I heard a voice next to me, and I glanced over to find Jesse.

I gave him a dirty look.

He held up his hands. “V told me what you two talked about when you danced last night.”

I shrugged. “I wasn’t staring.”