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“Do we have time for this?”
“Probably not,” he whispers. “But I want you, Myla. All of you. Forever.” Then he bends me forward so my hands rest on the built-in bench in front of me, and he positions his cock at my entrance. “I need this. I need you.”
He slowly enters me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, enjoying every pleasurable inch of him. All I can think about is how much I need him as well.
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RYOT
“She looks hot,”Banner says as he holds a glass of whiskey. “And I say that with all the respect in the world for your wife. But that dress.”
Yeah.
I know.
That dress.
She’s not wearing a bra or underwear. I know this because I watched her slip the silky sage-green fabric over her curvy body. The back of the dress dips to just above the arc of her ass. The thin straps barely press into her delicate shoulders as her breasts sit high on her chest, shown off by the thin fabric. She styled her hair into a bun on the top of her head and placed baby’s breath around the thick bun. Her makeup is minimal because we didn’t have much time after I fucked her in the shower. But it works for her. I’ve always liked minimal makeup on her, just enough to make her eyes stand out even more than they already do.
“Besides the bride, I feel like every fucking guy in here is staring at her,” I say as I watch her speak animatedly to Kelsey and Lottie.
The wedding was beautiful of course, besides the moment when a pigeon was wheeled down the aisle in a special cart made just for him, the rings next to him in boxes. Not quite sure what that was about, but the pigeon did have a tuxedo on, so that was pretty legit.
The entire time when JP and Kelsey were reading their vows, I held on to Myla’s hand, remembering the day we shared our vows. We eloped. She hadn’t wanted to deal with a big wedding when she had just lost her dad and disconnected from her mom, so we took Banner and Nichole with us, had them FaceTime the rest of the family, and got married on the edge of a cliff in the Grand Canyon. It was intimate and perfect, everything we’d ever dreamed of.
I wondered if she was thinking of the same thing.
Honestly, I have no clue what she’s thinking at this point. When she told me she was proud of me, I was . . . hell, I was blown away. I was not expecting that at all. Given our situation and where the trouble started, I never would have assumed that she was proud of me. So hearing that nearly broke me.
Made me feel guilty.
Made me feel proud.
Made me love her so much more.
“I’m guessing since I saw you two dancing together earlier that things have changed since this morning?” Banner asks.
“I don’t know ifchangedis the right word. I think things just shifted.” I lift my drink to my lips before saying, “She told me she was proud of me this morning. Proud of the ESPN segment and what we’ve accomplished.”
“Oh shit, really?” he asks. “That’s unexpected.”
“Tell me about it,” I say as I lean my elbow against the bar-height table we’re standing at. “And I can’t decide if she was telling me everything was going to be okay or if she was closing the chapter, you know? Like letting me know she forgives me.”
Banner rubs the side of his jaw. “Yeah, that’s a tough one. I have no fucking clue. It seems like you two have been getting along so well, though.”
“Yeah, I know. And that’s what terrifies me because I think we could make this work. I hurt her deeply by ignoring her needs. Her dreams. Her. Fuck, I hate that I did that to her. And I need to rectify that. I need to make changes that show her that I love her more than anything else in my life. And then hopefully...hopefully, she’ll want to stay married to me.”
“Sounds wise, brother,” Banner says. “I guess enjoy this day with her, and when you get to talk to her, tell her how you feel. How you need to make changes.”
“She doesn’t want to stay in California. That poses a huge problem, especially with this new opportunity.”
Banner shifts and says, “Yeah, that sort of does.” He’s quiet for a second. “Do you think you’re going to take it?” When he looks up at me, I see it in his eyes, the realization that there is a possibility that I might not, which means destroying his dreams and the hard work we’ve put forward on this project.
Banner isn’t a particularly emotional person. He’s easygoing. But he does take his work seriously, and this project has been an enormous undertaking. He’s worked so damn hard at it. To just neglect that hard work is like a slap in the face to my brother.But isn’t that what I did to Myla by moving us here without her input?
I rub my hand across my forehead. “Fuck, I don’t know, man. It’s like a lose-lose for me. If I take it, then there’s a great possibility that I’m going to lose her. But if I don’t take it, I’m letting down every single person who’s had a hand in this business. It’s so fucked up.”
He’s silent for a moment and then says, “You know, sometimes we have to consider that there’s more to life than what we accomplish and the goals we check off.” He sets his drink on the table and turns toward me. “There’s a reason the human body is conditioned to love, and it’s so we don’t have to walk around this planet alone. So we don’t have to face the trials and tribulations of our journey in the dark, but rather in the light from the guidance of the ones we love. Goals and dreams come and go, but love, that lasts forever. Don’t lose it because you’re too worried about what might happen to your goals.”
