“So, how have you been?” I ask them, wishing to break some of the heaviness.
Amelie crosses her arms over her chest. “Terrific until someone intruded on my peacefulness with his presence.”
Levi runs a hand down his face. “Amelie…” he says with a hint of despondency.
Their eyes meet, locked in a battle of wills.
Their parents arrive next, and Amelie and Levi plaster big smiles on their faces as if nothing’s wrong.
“So glad to see you together,” Amanda raves.
Various family members and friends also congregate outside, forming small groups. Amelie mouthsHelpand I excuse myself, going to her rescue.
“Sorry, but can I steal her for a few moments?”
I don’t give the elderly couple time to answer. Looping my elbow around her, I drag her away.
She groans. “If I have to answer one more question about when we’re getting married, I’ll lose it. I need a drink.”
At the bar, she smiles my way. “So, you and my brother are still just friends?”
I elbow her playfully. “Stop with that smug look.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re just friends like I am over Levi.”
Eric draws closer, and we start an easygoing conversation, but I need to use the bathroom, so I excuse myself. When I return, Levi occupies my seat.
“Are you causing trouble?” Ian asks, appearing by my side.
“No, just pushing them in the right direction,” I say innocently, and our eyes lock.
“He’s a jealous man.” The intensity burning in his gaze has me sucking in a breath.
“You have that in common.”
He chuckles and watches Eric flush for a moment and then take off in the next.
“Poor guy, what do you think happened?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Levi is staking his claim.” His finger glides down my back, eliciting a tremor.
He’s a force on the field, but he’s just as proficient playing my body.
“Maybe I should check on him. I feel bad,” I rasp.
Right. It has nothing to do with the fact that I am one touch away from jumping him like a female in heat. In my horniness, I don’t care about the consequences.
“You’re not moving your sweet, round ass from my side to comfort another man.” His voice drips with unapologetic possessiveness.
His arm snakes around me, his palm splaying over my stomach. Trapped in a sexual haze, I give in to the seduction game. “What will the guests think if they hear or see you now?”
He pulls me flush to him. I feel his hard cock straining behind his pants as if wanting to dig a hole to get inside me. So freaking hot that my thighs clench together.
“What they already suspect. That I’m mad about you and have no clue why we’re just friends,” he groans. “Let’s go get some fresh air before I say fuck it.”
We walk until we find a secluded spot. On the grass, I rest my cheek on his arm as we stargaze, enjoying the serene atmosphere.
Two shadowy figures disappear behind the pool house.
