Infatuation:A Rebel Stepbrother Romance(13)By: Phoenyx Slaughter
Gina nods. “Brady stumbled in super-late. I almost kicked his ass for waking me up. I barely sleep as it is lately,” she says as her hand rubs over her belly.
“He probably woke you up for nookie,” Summer teases.
“This is true,” she answers with a mischievous grin. “Like Stu didn’t sneak up here?”
Summer tries to deny it, but her cheeks are bright red. “We may have gone downstairs to check on the decorations.”
“All right, ladies—and I’m using that term loosely today—TMI portion of the morning is over.”
Before we leave the suite, I have to wrap my arms around Summer one last time. “You’re the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen, Summer,” I choke out.
“Thank you, Ella,” she whispers.
“Don’t cry. You’re perfect.”
Her lips turn up and she nods. “Let’s do this.”
Every part of my body aches when the morning sun stabs me in the eyes.
“What the fuck?”
I jerk upright so fast, my head spins. I have to sit there for a minute until everything stops moving.
The last thing I want her to think is that I hooked up with someone last night. How could I be so careless?
Well, I hadn’t been thinking. I’d been drunk. Worried I’d try to fuck my girl if I stepped into the room. When the reality is I probably couldn’t have gotten my liquor-dick up even if she’d gotten on her knees—
Nope. I would’ve gotten it up for that.
When I amble up the stairs at the B&B, of course the first person I run into is Ella. Great.
“Hey, are you okay? You never came back. I was worried about you.”
Her earnest concern strikes me dumb for a second. “I’m okay, sweet stuff. I didn’t want to wake you.”
“You look like you slept on a park bench.”
Ducking my head, I run my fingers through my hair and glance up at her. “I sorta did.”
“It was late. I didn’t want to wake you. I took a walk and sat on one of the benches. I guess the ocean hypnotized me to sleep.”
Her lips part. “I didn’t know you were such a romantic.”
The words themselves are teasing, but she’s so serious I don’t know how to respond. She reaches up and plants a soft kiss on my cheek. “I missed you.”
My hand shoots out and grabs her arm, holding her in place. Her eyes widen. Maybe she’s about to protest, to tell me to stop, because we’re in plain view.
But I don’t give her a chance. My mouth slants over hers, and she responds immediately. Her warm, smooth lips slide against mine. Her lips part, allowing my tongue to slide along hers.
Someone clears their throat.
Ella stares up at me with wide eyes when we part, then turns to face Stu.
“Morning.” Stu grins, and I know it’s killing him not to hassle me. “What’s up, kids?”
Ella shakes her head as bright pink stains her cheeks.
“Ella, I’m just messing with you. About time you two work things out. This dumb fuck’s nuts about you. Fucker wouldn’t even get a lap dance last night.”
A smirk plays over Ella’s lips. Then she turns serious. “He’s my stepbrother.”
Stu’s shoulders lift. “So? You’re not really related. Who cares?”
Okay, this time I’m thankful for his big mouth. Maybe if she hears it from someone besides me, it’ll sink in that it’s okay for us to be together.
Silence turns to awkwardness and Stu shifts. “Well, thanks for taking my mind off things. I’m nervous as all hell.”
Ella stares at him. “Why?”
“Come on, Ella. We all know Summer’s out of my league. I’m just hoping she doesn’t figure it out before she says I do.”