“I just hope they treat my brother with the respect he deserves. He’s trying so hard to win them over when he’s already won the girl,” I tell her.
“You know I love your brother. He comes first. I will never let my parents hurt him.” I quietly nod my head, happy to hear it. “Just like I won’t allow you to, either.”
The tone of her words has my heart is racing. She’s basically threatening me.
“What are you talking about, Dena?” I paste a fake smile on as my mom and Uncle Zee observe us from a distance. I can tell he’s already spilled the beans to her about Brick’s generous gift. That man can never be trusted to hold anything.
“You and Brick haven’t taken your eyes off of each other since you walked into the pavilion. Clearly, you’ve slept with him.”
“That’s none of your business, sister-in-law.”
“It’s going to be just a matter of time before Kyle figures it out, just like I did. Then what are you going to do?”
“There’s nothing to figure out. We’re just… having a good time.”
“If this was anyone else, I’d be the first one to cheer you on but it’s Brick,” she whispers. “You’ve got to stop this.”
While we’ve been talking, Kyle joined Brick and Dena’s parents’ conversation. Five minutes ago, watching Brick from a distance sent shivers of arousal through me as I remembered every single delicious thing he did to me last night. But seeing him and my brother standing together now, laughing with each other like they have so many times before, is making me feel uneasy.
How long can this fuck fest with Brick continue? Or perhaps the more important question is, how will it end?
***
I left the rehearsal without speaking to Brick. The more I felt him watching me, the more my body ached for his touch. I had to get out of there before I self-combusted. It’s a good thing I have a standing appointment at the resort’s Royal Hair Salon.
My eyes are closed and my head is tilted back in the wash bowl as a petite round woman with a pretty smile scrubs my scalp. I’m so lost in my conflicting emotions about my conversation with Dena, I nearly jump when someone taps my shoulder. Brick is standing in front of me, his hazel eyes gleaming with an emotion I can’t quite put into words.
“Hello, beautiful,” he says softly, his voice low and steady.
I don’t know what to say, so I just sit here, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze.
“Let this conditioner sit for a moment,” the woman says to me. “I’ll be right back.”
“Are you getting your hair done too?” I ask facetiously.
He smiles and steps closer, lowering his voice to just above a whisper.
“You were avoiding me at the rehearsal,” he says. “I didn’t like it.”
Several women sitting under the hair dryers have their eyes glued to Brick. Sometimes I forget just how much attention he draws. He’s taller than the average person, ridiculously large, and has a personality that fills any room he enters.
“You know why I did,” I argue. “You’re a distraction.”
“We’re having our rehearsal lunch in,” he checks his Rolex watch. “About ninety minutes. We’re the best man and woman in this wedding. It’s our job to sit next to each other, talk to each other, and laugh with each other, so that’s what we’re going to do.”
“But it’s not our job to fuck each other,” I whisper.
“I disagree,” he smiles. “I think it’s my job to fuck you and fuck you properly.”
My core clenches.
“Stop talking dirty to me!” I whisper angrily under my breath.
“I can smell the way you want me from here.”
“You’re the definition of insane.”
The hair washer is heading back in our direction.
