Chapter
Twenty-Six
Molly opened her door after she’d buzzed me up. The week had been frantic where I quit working for Vice and started full time on my own business. I still wasn’t sure if I would get all my orders complete, but I was trying. So even though I should be working, I wasn’t because I’d promised Molly I’d make it to her girls’ weekend to drink and talk wedding stuff.
“Come in, come in. The moms are here already. So are Kenzie and Lori. We’ve just been waiting for you and Jenny.”
Entering, I said over my shoulder, “Sorry to keep you waiting, and to add Mom can’t make it. She’s not feeling the best. She’s home while Drew has a sleepover at Rick’s.” Which was how I met Rick’s mom.
“Hope she’s okay soon.”
“She will be.” I smiled. As I walked into the living room, everyone glanced my way. After a quick hello, I took my seat next to Kenzie on the couch. Lori was sitting on the floor with magazines spread out all around her, while the moms were opposite Kenzie and me on another couch.
Molly came from the kitchen holding two glasses of champagne. It was only just after lunch. If I started drinking so early, I didn’t see good things for me. Still, I noticed everyone else had a glass already.
It was also Molly’s girls’ day, so I took the offered glass and had a small sip. “Okay, what’s on the agenda?”
Everyone looked at me.
I flicked my gaze around the room. “What?” I asked.
“Grace and I would like to thank you for taking on our boy,” Melanie stated.
Smiling warmly, I said, “I think it’s my mom who needs to thank him for taking Drew and me on. I’m a lot to handle.”
They all laughed.
“Do you plan to have children? How old are you?” Grace asked.
“Grace,” Molly snapped.
“What?” she shrugged. “I need to know if I’m getting any grandchildren.”
“You will, from me.” Molly rolled her eyes.
Grace blew her a kiss. “I know, my dear. Still, I’d like to see Vice have one.” She turned back to me. “So, how old are you?”
“Thirty-seven.”
“Hmm. You’ll both have to hurry if—”
“Grace,” Melanie warned.
I cleared my throat. “Um, we’re kind of just new. I’m hoping it will last, but no one ever knows what could happen.”
“Pish posh, it will happen. You’ll last the long run. I can see it already.”
I loved she thought so, and that she seemed happy about it.
Still… insert freak-out mode because speaking about it with his mother made me feel I was overstepping once again. It was too soon.
“I like this dress,” Lori called loudly.
We all faced her. She held up a page from a magazine with a dress that looked like something my mom would have worn back in the day.
“I’m not really sure it’s something for me,” Molly said.
“A little old, dear,” Melanie added.
Then Melanie and Molly started talking about what type of dress Molly had always dreamed of. While they were and Grace’s attention was elsewhere, I smiled softly to Lori. She’d saved my bacon from a grilling. Lori winked back and moved to a new magazine.
* * * *
Three hours later, we had a plan of attack. Though I wasn’t sure attack was the right word for a wedding. Then again, I was sure, with the dress Molly found that Clint would be attacking her that night. Especially after she showed us the lingerie she would be buying. Heck, if I were a guy, I’d hump her leg from just seeing it.
“Another, Addy?” Grace asked.
My head was already a little fuzzy. “Please.” I grinned. She smiled back. Even her cheeks were a little flushed; actually, all the women were a little pink. We were sitting around the dining table since we’d just consumed some dips, cheeses, and cookies.
“Molly, are you going to wear your hair up or down?” Lori asked.
“Hmm. Not sure. Kenz, how’d you wear yours?”
“Down.” Her cheeks heated even more. “Grayson loves it down.”
“Ooooh, look at that smile. I always thought Grayson a stunning young man,” Melanie said.
“So did I,” Grace agreed. “So glad he’s finally settled down, and soon, my boy will be too.” Grace’s arm landed on my shoulders to hug me close. “I adore you, Addy. You’re so sweet and the way you talk about my son, I can see you’re totally taken by him. It’s… well… I just can’t put it into words how happy it makes me. In fact, I should call him and tell him.” She grabbed for her phone off the table. Thankfully, Melanie was quicker and stole it.
“No calling Vice when drinking,” Melanie stated.
“But—”
“No.”
The kitchen door swung open and in strolled Clint, who paused with his hand on the door. It was funny how wide his eyes were. Mine grew too.
“Close the books, close the books!” I yelled, and all ladies went into panic mode while Clint stepped further in with a smirk on his face.
Lori practically lay over the table grabbing the magazines, while Grace was busy giggling. Kenzie knocked over her glass—thankfully it was empty—and Molly teetered on her chair since she liked to swing on the back legs all the time. Melanie grabbed her daughter’s knee and pushed her chair back to all four legs.
“What are you doing here?” I accused.
Clint rolled his eyes. “I do live here.”
“Yes, but this is ladies’ day,” Melanie said.
“He could make a cute lady.” Grace smiled.
Everyone fell quiet as we looked at Clint. I wasn’t sure what the others were thinking, but I found myself dressing Clint in a skirt to show off his nice calves, a tank to show off his arms, and some makeup. His hair was long enough I could probably get it up in a pigtail.
“Whatever it is you’re all thinking, stop now.” He glared. “I’ll just grab a beer and head to our room.”
Lori stayed on the table, and the magazines I had, I quickly placed under my butt as Clint made his way around the table to the fridge. He took a beer out, shut the door, and turned back to us smiling. He opened his beer, took a sip and then laughed. “Okay, I’ll get out of here.” He didn’t leave right away though. He tugged Molly’s head back by her hair and kissed her soundly.
Once he was out of the room, I sighed. “That kiss was smoking. Kind of makes me wish Vice was here.”
All eyes came to me.
Grace giggled, so did Kenzie and then Lori as she moved off the table. Molly and Melanie only smiled.
“I said that aloud, didn’t I?”
“I can call him,” Grace offered.
“No!” I cried. The state I was in I’d probably jump him in front of everyone. I already couldn’t keep him off my mind. Grabbing the magazines back out, I placed them on the table. “Right, we have the dress, the lingerie, the flowers, and the venue. Which by the way I think is a brilliant idea.” I smiled to Grace; it’d been her idea. “Vice’s backyard will be amazing. All we need now is to organize the bachelorette night.”
Two glasses of champagne later, we had the night planned. I was in charge of the strippers and had already booked a function room for it. Only while I was on the phone a sudden urge to pee came over me, so once I hung up, I made a run for the bathroom.
Opening the door, I dashed in and slammed it closed.
“Hey.”
My pulse kicked up as I spun around and found Clint in the bath… naked.
“Holy ship,” I yelled. “You’re naked.”
“It happens when one takes a bath.”
No wonder Molly was very happy with the man. He was nearly as big as Vice. I was happy for my friend.
“Addy?”
“Hmm?”
“Can you quit staring at me?”
There was a knock at the door.
“Hide it then. It’s just hanging out floating for everyone to see.”
The door opened and in the doorway stood a very pissed off Vice. He came in, covered my eyes and clipped, “What the fuck, Clinton?”
“She came in here while I was in the bath,” Clint exclaimed.
“Cover your shit up.” Vice snarled, and then I felt myself being dragged backward. I stumbled a few times, and if it wasn’t for Vice’s arm around my waist, I would have fallen to the floor.
“Vice, I have to pee,” I admitted quietly.
“You’ll not pee in front of him. You only ever do it in front of me,” he ordered. Then he must have realized what he said when Clint burst out laughing. “Ah, not that… forget it,” he barked.
A door slammed. Vice removed his hand, then took mine with it and led me down the hall to Molly’s bedroom and into their en suite, which didn’t hold a bath in.
“Pee,” he demanded with a gentle shove to my back toward the toilet.
Glancing behind me, I asked, “Are you going to leave?”
“Right.” He nodded, turned, and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Smiling, I did my business, washed my hands and dried them. I then stared at myself in the mirror. There was a glow to my cheeks, and a hint of red in my eyes; it all indicated I was indeed intoxicated. Then I remembered who was waiting for me outside the door, and a thrill ran through my body. Making my way out, I found Vice standing with his arms crossed, facing the door. He glowered down at me.
“I didn’t know he was in there,” I blurted.
He ran a hand over his face. “Didn’t mean you should stay in there and eye his junk.”
“I know. It’s a habit of mine. I see men in bathrooms, and my evil eyes tend to look right there. I can’t help myself.”
“Stop being cute when I’m pissed.”
“Why are you pissed?”
“My woman’s seen another man’s dick.”
I shrugged. “And he’s nowhere near as good as yours.”
His lips twitched. “Really?”
“Yes.” I nodded and made my way over to him, stopping to lay my hands on his chest. “In fact, there’s only one penis I dream of.”
He snorted. “Is that so?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Fuck, Addy. How do you turn it around for me to want to fuck you instead of being annoyed?”
“I don’t know, but I’m glad you do,” I said against his lips. His hands came down on my butt, so he could tug me into him and slam his lips against mine. Breaking away, I asked, “Do you think it would be strange if we dry humped on Molly’s bed?”
Chuckling, he nodded. “Yes, just a bit.”
“Darn. What are you doing here anyway?”
“I’ve come to get Clinton. We’re heading to the bar to meet Grayson and Dylan to watch the game and have a drink.”
“Sounds like… a bore. Bedroom action would be better…. Um, fun?”
He grinned. “You do realize you said that aloud?” He kissed my nose. “I look forward to some bedroom action, just not in my sister’s room.”
“Never in your sister’s room,” Molly yelled from somewhere. “It’s okay. She’s making out with Vice in my bedroom, just better not be on my bed.”
Groaning, I planted my forehead on his chest. When I lifted my gaze, my heart pounded. Vice was there, right in front of me. “Glad I got to see you today.” Then again, if I had my way, I’d see him every day.
“So am I, baby.”
Something thumped against the door. Then we heard “Are they making me a grandchild?” Grace’s drunken whisper wasn’t quiet.
“No, they’re just talking,” Molly replied.
“Oh, poop.”
“We can hear you,” Vice called.
There was another thump, then giggling.
“What’s going on?” Melanie asked behind the closed door.
“They’re talking,” Grace answered on a sigh. It surprised me she actually thought we would be doing it in Molly’s bedroom. Her disappointment was funny, yet disturbing at the same time.
“Maybe if you two left them alone, there would be some action happening,” Melanie suggested.
Molly whined, “Not in my room.”
Vice groaned, pressing his forehead against mine. Quietly, he said, “There’s still time for you to run from a relationship. Those women are crazy.”
I snorted. “You’ve met my mother.”
He grinned. “This is true. Also, there isn’t a chance I’d let you go.”
My pulse raced as his words caressed my mind. He didn’t know what they meant to me, and just as I was about to voice it, the door came open and three women stumbled in.
“Back away from my bed,” Molly warned.
Vice turned, rolled his eyes at the women in his family and before he left, he leaned in to kiss me soundly, right in front of the three of them. Of course, I heard a content sigh from Melanie and Grace, while Molly gagged. He pulled back, wished me luck, and exited. I stood there staring after him and wished I had the time to tell him how his words made me feel. Then again, from the way things we’re going, I knew we’d have a lot of time to share what I felt.