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“Ouch!” He rubbed at his arm as though she’d actually hurt him. “Just looking for some dick spanking material. Two young things like you getting all wet over losing your virginal purity…good shit right there.”
“Would you please leave,” I stated through gritted teeth, finally casting him a glare I wished would burn him to cinders on the spot.
Gideon held my stare with a knowing look, all hooded—hot and full of lust. He blatantly adjusted his groin, squeezing a little more than necessary while moving against Jenny’s leg enough that she blatantly stared at his hand wrapped around his balls.
His gaze narrowed at me even further, and I realized I scowled at the two of them. Touching.
I turned away with a huff, feigning indifference I certainly didn’t feel.
“Imagine that.” He chuckled, and I cursed myself, knowing he noticed my…jealousy. “This kidnapping shit and the scent of turned on pussy filling this room…yeah.” Gideon stood, still holding his dick, the jackass. “I think I’ll go rub one out now.” He sauntered off with a quiet, intentional groan, and Jenny’s wide-eyed stare lingered on his ass until the door shut.
Cheeks pink, she finally glanced at me. “What?”
“You still want to climb his body like a tree?” I snapped.
“Oh hell yes,” she whispered and clutched a pillow to her belly, eyes hazed over and clueless to what had gone down between him and I.
My head suddenly ached. “You can have the jackass,” I hissed through my clenched teeth, even though the thought of the two of them together made my blood boil. I clicked up the TV volume and grabbed another handful of popcorn, hoping like hell he hadn’t really been able to smell the fact the movie, him, and his words about fingering had turned me on.
Getting ready at home for the wedding day from hell—and Mother had chosen the most butt-ugly dress in the most hideous color for my skin tone.
Yellow.
A puke yellow, which made no sense, considering how much vomit grossed her out. It wasn’t even bright or sunshiny like her usual yellows. More mustard than golden.
I looked like death.
But I still held my chin high and shoulders back while stepping lightly down the stairs toward the foyer below.
Both Gideon and his father waited at the foot, dressed in suits like the first day I’d met them. Mother’s soon-to-be husband had stood the test of time in my opinion, even though I still held onto the hope he’d get sick of her—even if his presence made her less of a bitch than normal. A small yellow rose bud was pinned to the lapel of his black suit coat, and he either chose or Mother insisted on the golden tie around his neck.
If only my dress had been closer in color to his tie…
Gideon wore black on black. Fitting for his soul, and damn, did he look mighty fine. Hair artfully mussed. Freshly shaven…and crinkling his nose.
“What the hell color is that dress?” he asked as I neared the foyer’s floor.
Heat flooded my face, and I watched my step the rest of the way down. “I hate yellow—it looks hideous on me,” I muttered, trusting his dad not to tell my mother what I thought of the dress she’d chosen for me.
“Damn right, it does,” Gideon agreed, making me feel ten times worse.
“Thanks for that,” I sassed with a sarcastic smile. “As if I don’t feel shitty enough already.”
“Gideon, go get in the limo while we wait for Ingrid,” Lloyd said, his tone not one to be refused.
The jackass hesitated but obeyed his father, and I let out a heavy exhale.
“I hate yellow too,” Lloyd stated quietly once the door shut behind Gideon, “but it’s your mother’s favorite color, and since it’s her day…” He shrugged lightly, his coat stretching tight over his shoulders as he smiled down at me with a look in his eyes that suggested a shared secret. “Some things just aren’t worth arguing over.”
My embarrassment eased a bit.
“If it’s any consolation—” he leaned toward me, his voice lowering, eyes not teasing yet full of a sense of lightness I didn’t understand “—I think you look absolutely ravishing.”
More heat flooded my face, and I found myself smiling for the first time in days. I expected he thought I was like a younger version of the woman he adored, and the idea warmed me. “Thank you.”
Lloyd offered a wink and nodded toward the door where one of the house staff held my winter coat. “Go on and bundle up. It’s chilly outside.”
I shrugged on my coat, ready for the door, and Lloyd’s murmured, “Beautiful,” turned me back around.
