“Is there another option? Just so I can make an informed decision.”
He glances around, but no one is paying attention to us. He inches closer until we’re side by side. “I have another room. The bed is comfortable, but you’ll have to share it with a grumpy Irishman.”
“Hm. Any perks to this room?”
“Besides the grumpy Irishman?”
I laugh, keeping my eyes on the dancefloor and not Aidyn. “Yes, although it’s been a few hours and I kind of miss his…grumpiness.”
“I’m sorry, Garrett. For before?—”
“Stop.” I finally look at him. He’s beautiful like the cliffs of his homeland. Sharp. Jagged. Breathtaking. “Tell me more about these perks.”
“There’s this one giant…perk. It comes fully loaded. It’s not a standard feature. It’s unique to this room.”
“I see. And is it…thick?”
He clears his throat. “It is now.”
A laugh escapes me. God. I glance away for a second. “What does this perk do?”
Several people walk by, nodding hello. A few stop to shake our hands. My smile is tacked on as I wait for them to go on their way.
When it’s clear, Aidyn turns and whispers. “Whatever you want. You can pet it. Taste it.” He pauses, and I breathlessly wait for what he’s going to say next. I’m already aroused more than I should be at my sister’s wedding. “But I was thinking,” he says, his voice in my ear and his breath teasing my skin, “since this isa special occasion and all, maybe I could fuck that tight ass of yours.”
Fuuuck. I swallow hard and nod. “Let’s go.”
“We have to say goodbye, Garrett. At least to the bride and groom.”
“They won’t care— Hell, Isaac is drunk off his ass. And you’ve made it so me talking to anyone right now is impossible. Live with your consequences.”
“Any time, darlin’.” He moves around me, brushing his hand over my erection. “Oh, sorry,” he says with a grin. “My mistake.”
I bite back a moan. When he does it again, I grab his hand and drag him out of the building.
11
AIDYN
Separatingfrom Garrett long enough to drive home—because of course we’re in separate vehicles—is torture. And I try not to think about Emily and what she would think. And then the worse possible rabbit hole of thoughts…this is nothing like what I had with Emily. There was passion. Love. Feeling cherished.
Garrett consumes me. It isn’t love—not in the way I’m used to. And maybe that’s unfair to him. He admitted he loved me. Am I taking advantage of his feelings?
But I tried to do the right thing and failed.
There’s a small parking area behind the diner. Garrett is leaning against his car, and his head jerks up as I pull in. I can barely see his face in the streetlight, but I can tell immediately that something is wrong. Does he think I’ve changed my mind?
You almost did.
I park next to his Lexus and jump out of my car, slamming the door. What the hell is his problem? Sending my daughter off for the night should have been a fucking clue I’m serious about this. He follows me to the back door…and nothing. He stands there, hands stuffed in his pockets. Avoiding my gaze.
“Changed your mind?”
“No…” He rakes his hand through his dark hair, and I can see the question in his eyes.
“Then get your bag and get in the fucking building.”
“Aidyn—”
