After we realized just how big this story was going to be, Pete knew he needed to talk to Kaden. It was a tough conversation, and he didn’t believe anything we said at first. But a few days later, a quick search on her computerpulled up enough evidence to prove that Sophie was being unfaithful at the very least.
I know Kersey’s had a rough time dealing with all of it, but he’ll make it through. The guys have really been there for him, especially Pete.
“Yeah, it should be a good time. Mickey’s sister will be there, and I can’t wait for you to meet her. Those two are total opposites. What time are you coming by?”
“My Bunco lesson is over at three, but we usually sit around a talk for a bit because Gramma Dottie loves to tell me all about how adorable you were as a toddler, so I’m thinking I could be there by four? And don’t hog that sweet little baby. Save some baby snuggles for me”
“That sounds like a plan,” he says, leaning in for a kiss. “And speaking of plans, didn’t you say something about riding my face?”
“Hmmm,” I tease. “I think I did.”
“Then get up here,” he commands. “I need to get my hands on your gorgeous ass and my mouth on your pussy.”
Pete’s filthy words it for me every time. Who knew my cinnamon roll could be so dirty. I crawl on top of him, and he shifts me right where he wants me. I’m about to thread my hands through his hair when he stops me.
“Uh, Claire, do we or do we not have a no-shirt policy in this bed?”
“That only applies to you,” I tell him.
“The hell it does,” he answers. “May I do the honors?”
“It’s your shirt, so sure. Go ahead.”
That’s all the encouragement Pete needs. Two seconds later, my borrowed shirt is ripped in half and I’m completely naked.
Pete takes his time dropping kisses on my thighs. “Don’t tease me,” I say. “I need you.”
“Not going anywhere,” he tells me, his smile slick with my arousal.
I moan and grind against him, getting needier by the second. My hands cup my breasts, and I watch his eyes go wild.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his mouth pressed to my core. The vibration is all I need to send me over the edge. My thighs bracket his head, and I reach for the headboard to hold myself steady as waves of pleasure crash over me.
It takes me a few minutes to come down from the high, but when I do, Pete kisses me soundly.
“You want to know something?” he asks.
“What’s that?”
“I’m really, really glad you hated me.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I’m really glad I hated you, too.”
The End
Epilogue
PETE
Six and a half months later
There are enough twinkle lights in this room alone to decorate the entire town of Bainbridge for the holidays.
But that’s what you get when you leave Mickey and Ollie in charge of decorations. Although, honestly, it was probably a good call. If they’d been in charge of the food, all the punch would be spiked, and we’d be eating frozen burritos for dinner.
I love burritos as much as the next guy, but it’s not really wedding food.
The music starts, and I straighten my tie. I look damn good in a suit, but no one’s looking at me today, except for my hot-as-hell girlfriend. Nope, all eyes are on Maggie Baylor as she walks down the aisle holding Coach’s arm.
