Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“You can’t wear that, Kenna.”
I look down at the purple sundress I’m wearing. It’s low cut with spaghetti straps and stops about midthigh. I’ve paired it with my cowboy boots. Sara and Laramie are going to be wearing the same thing. When we learned Sara was coming on the trip, we wanted her to feel included, so we reached out, and the three of us went shopping. It was Laramie’s idea that we dress alike, and Sara and I readily agreed. She chose these, and we tried to argue that she should be the only one wearing white. She then told us that these were the exact outfits she wanted us to wear to the wedding when we both stood up with her. There were lots of tears, and of course, we bought the dresses.
“You don’t get to decide that,” I counter.
“McKenna,” he says. His voice is a low growl. “You can’t wear that. How in the fuck am I supposed to let you walk around Vegas looking like a wet dream?” He runs his fingers through his long hair.
I can’t explain what his words make me feel. I’m all gushy inside and speaking of wet…. I shake out of that train of thought and focus on the fact that although he looks pained, his eyes haven’t stopped taking me in. Almost as if he’s trying to catalog the exact image in his memory for a later date.
“I’m sorry to break it to you, buddy, but your sister picked this outfit. All three of us are wearing the exact same thing, so you’re just going to have to deal.” Not only that, but he doesn't have a say so, regardless of what he thinks. He’s not mine. I’m not his. Even if I want to be.
He stands from the couch and doesn’t hide the fact that he grabs his crotch and adjusts before stalking toward me. “And this,” he says, gliding his fingers over the hair of my side ponytail. “How am I supposed to resist you like this?” He leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. He blows out a heavy breath, closing his eyes. “Are you ready to go?” he asks.
“Yes. Do you need to change or anything?”
“You think I should?” he asks.
I take in his black fitted T-shirt, worn jeans, and cowboy boots. “No.” I shake my head. “You look fine.” I step away from him, needing a little space. I grab my small crossbody, making sure I have my ID, cash, room key, and cell phone.
He grins wickedly. “Come on, let’s get this night over with.” With his hand on the small of my back, he leads me to the door. We don’t speak as we make our way down the hall to Laramie and Colby’s room. We reach their door, and I raise my hand to knock, but I’m frozen when his lips find their way next to my ear.
“You look beautiful, McKenna. I didn’t get the chance to say it, but you take my breath away,” he says softly. My hand drops to my side, and he chuckles, reaching around me to knock on the door. His hands land on my hips as we wait.
A few seconds later, Colby answers the door. He sees me and shakes his head. “Not you too,” he groans.
“Right?” Rip asks, guiding us into the suite.
“I’m so excited!” Laramie exclaims when she sees me.
“It’s not a good idea.” I hear from behind us.
Turning to look, all I see is Rip’s chest, so I lean to the side to look around him. Corbin and Sara are standing in the doorway, and he’s not looking thrilled.
“What the bride wants, the bride gets.” Sara shrugs.
“Change of plans,” Colby announces. “We’re all going out. One big party,” he informs us.
“Good,” Rip agrees.
“Perfect,” Corbin says.
“No. No, we’re not. This is not how it’s supposed to work. The girls are going out, and you guys are going out, and we’re going to meet up here in the hotel lobby at eleven.” Laramie kisses Colby quickly before grabbing her purse. She looks inside, and I know she’s going through the same mental checklist that I went through. “Ladies?” she says, heading toward the door.
I pull away from Rip or try to; his grip on my hips is tight. “Keep me posted,” he says, his lips next to my ear, causing a shiver to race down my spine.
“Promise.” I smile up at him, trying to reassure him. It’s nice to know that he cares. That all three of them care.
He leans in close and kisses me. Just a soft peck on the lips, but it’s the first time he’s done this in front of our friends, other than the bonfire at our own fake wedding. Well, our second fake wedding. “Be safe. You call me if you need me.”