Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“No,” I murmur, lovingly locking my arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss his jaw. “But if I can dance with you, why would I ever want to dance with anybody else?”
“Mm, good question,” he murmurs, tipping my chin up so he can kiss me.
As promised, when we finish our dance, we make our way over to see his brothers. We’re heading for James since he was the one who came looking for us, but we find Jared first, sitting alone at his table nursing a whiskey and looking miserable.
“What’s this? Open bar and a great party and you can’t muster a smile?” Marcus asks.
Jared’s gaze jumps past his brother to land on me. Guilt forces him to look away and swallow another drink of whiskey.
I feel similarly embarrassed as memories of being fucked by Marcus while I sucked Jared’s cock resurface. I would never knowingly hook up with a married man, but last night was… I didn’t feel like I had a choice. Marcus had a plan, and it was going to happen whether I liked it or I didn’t.
Thankfully, I mostly liked it, but that makes it harder to look at Jared, just like it made it excruciating to accept Julia’s support before the wedding.
“What’s wrong?” Marcus asks.
“What do you think is wrong?” his brother asks, glaring at him.
Marcus’ dark eyebrows rise. “Is Julia mad at you?”
Jared shakes his head miserably. “She’s not. That makes it worse.”
Marcus looks away from the table, scanning the crowd until he finds his brother’s wife.
Since no one else is talking, Jared’s gaze sneaks toward me. “I’m really sorry, by the way. I had no idea he did that to you. I never would’ve…”
“It’s fine,” I say awkwardly.
“I don’t know how the hell he got you to marry him after that. Fucking psycho,” he mutters, picking up his glass.
“Instead of wallowing in that drink, why don’t you go find your wife and get your fucking house in order?” Marcus suggests.
“I can’t look at my wife today, thanks to you.”
Marcus rolls his eyes at his brother’s dramatics. “Why don’t you just tell her?”
“What?” Jared and I both say at the same time.
“I think she can handle it. Julia’s a sensible woman, even keeled, understanding. Let her know what you did. Tell her why. Tell her you’re sorry. Tell her you want to let go of all the inconsiderate bullshit you’ve done and stop letting your egos prevent your relationship from blossoming. You’re both on the same team, and you need to get back to that. Then grab her ass and give her a kiss, and move on with your fucking life. That was the point of all this, wasn’t it? You weren’t giving her enough love and attention, so she made a mistake. You’ve been hung up on it ever since, so your relationship has been stunted. Now you’ve fucked my beautiful wife; you can let it go. And every time you see my wife at a family function, you can be reminded of how glad you are to have yours. Fuck her a little harder that night. Eat her pussy when she’s not expecting it. Make her happy. Show her she’s yours. That’s how you can make it up to her, not by sitting here like a self-pitying asshole drinking whiskey while you make her circulate alone.”
Jared stares at him for a moment, and then the damndest thing happens.
He nods, resembling a man hypnotized who just snapped awake with a lighter load and a new life mission. “You’re right.”
“Of course I am,” Marcus says. “Now, go get her.”
Jared cracks a smile, then heads for his wife.
I’m curious, so I stay watching. When he gets to her and touches her arm, she turns around, surprised. When he turns her to face him, then brings her in and kisses her while his hand wanders down to squeeze her ass, I smile.
They’re both smiling when he pulls back but lingers the way Marcus often does when he kisses me. The way that makes me feel so special, so loved.
It seems to make her feel that way, too.
I glance up at my husband. He’s finished watching his handiwork, so he slides his hand around my waist and hauls me toward the next task on his list.
As we walk, I can’t help thinking maybe this is something we should talk about, though.
I admire his brilliance in advising his brother on his rocky marriage, but I’m slightly unsure of his stance on cheating.
Which is a little scary, considering I just married him.
If we’d dated, we would have talked about this long before any vows were exchanged. All I had with him was one night, and we did very little talking.
And last night I had no ability to speak up or interfere, but he made me do things I would ordinarily never do.