Mine To Honor (Southern Wedding Series Book 7) (Southern Weddings)

I walk out of the elevator, and as soon as the phone rings from my hand, I press the green button putting it to my ear. “Good morning,” Stefano greets, sounding chippier than normal, especially for a Monday morning.

“Good morning to you.” I nod at the receptionist, who briefly looks up from her computer as I walk toward my office. “What’s going on?” I put the cup of coffee down on my desk before sitting down in the chair and leaning back.

“Not much, was calling to ask you about Friday night?” His question shocks me.

I sit up in my chair straight, the hair on the back of my neck rises. “What about Friday?” I look toward my front door to see if he will barge in and kick my ass for sleeping with Eva.

“Word on the street is you didn’t even get a lap dance.” He laughs. “You didn’t even go home with a stripper and you left at midnight.” He lists these as if they’re the strangest things in the world. “People think you are sick or have a brain tumor.”

“Okay, well, to start off…” I sigh in relief that he doesn’t know Eva and I had sex on Friday and Saturday, also Sunday—and fuck—even this morning. It’s almost like I’m a junkie and she’s my drug. I’ve never had so much sex in my life as I have in the past four days. If Cici is sleeping, my dick is in Eva. I just can’t get enough of her. Every time I came, I wanted it to be on a new part of her body. I think at this point there are no more fluids left in my body and there is also nowhere on her body I haven’t come. And let’s not discuss the number of teeth marks she has on her. There will be no mistake to anyone that she’s mine, or that I’m hers. “I left at one.” I lean back in the chair, relaxing. “And two, I don’t think it’s a good thing for a married man who is newly married to get a lap dance or actually go home with a stripper.”

It’s Stefano’s turn to laugh. “Okay, well, we know that marriage is not real.”

“Well, her ring is on my finger.” I look down at my hand, smiling. “And mine is probably around her neck.”

“Like a noose,” Stefano jokes, and even I laugh at that.

“So is that what you called me for, to shit on me? Because I didn’t see you at this party, staying home like a senior. At least I showed up,” I remind him.

“I figured that I would send you and no one would miss me,” Stefano explains and I roll my eyes. “Clearly, I was wrong.”

“Clearly. Do you have nothing better to do on a Monday morning than call and bother me?”

“I have a shitload of things to do,” he replies, “but I was also calling to tell you about the sprinkle we are having for Addison.”

“A sprinkle?” I question. “Like a pool party but with a sprinkler? Is that what they do in the South?” I chuckle. “Either way, I’m not coming. I don’t do pool parties.”

“I live in the city.” He laughs at me. “No, a baby sprinkle.”

“You are going to put the baby in the sprinkler?” I shout. “Is this what people do?”

“You are such an idiot. I’m going to call Eva.”

“Call the wife, then,” I agree, “she’ll tell me where to go and what to do.”

“Like a good husband.” We both laugh. “Okay, I’ll keep you posted.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I hang up on him and immediately call Eva, who answers after one ring.

“Did you just drop her off?” she shrieks. “You left home like forty-five minutes ago.”

“What? No, I dropped her off ten minutes after. She is fine. She was smiling, so I think she was good.”

“Why didn’t you text me?” she asks and I can hear her walking around.

“You said you were going back to bed,” I remind her. “Which reminds me, should I not take Mondays off also?”

She laughs at me. “Why would you do that?”

“So we can have time together,” I whisper, “uninterrupted.”

“I think we have enough time uninterrupted.” I hear the coffee machine going off. I pull up my schedule in front of me and see that I’m leaving on Wednesday until Friday. I make the decision right away.

“Gotta go,” I say, getting up. “See you later.”

“What did you call me for?” she asks.

“I’ll tell you about it later.” I grab the cup of coffee and walk out of my office.

“You’re annoying,” she huffs and hangs up on me, making me laugh.

“I’m working from home,” I tell the receptionist. “I have to prepare for my meeting on Wednesday.”

She looks up, and I swear she’s looking at me like I have two heads coming out of my neck. I’ve never, ever had to give anyone a reason for anything. For anything and now even saying why I’m leaving is weird. “Sounds good.” She doesn’t even care, and giving her an excuse threw her off and myself also. It’s almost as if I’m robbing a bank and then waiting for the cops outside of the bank with the gun.

I walk over to the elevator, hoping it opens right away and not that I’ll turn around and tell her I’m going home to have sex with Eva, because at this point, who the fuck knows what is going to come out of my mouth. I look down as I press the elevator button, feeling like my shirt is getting tighter and tighter around my neck, even though I have three buttons open. When the doors open, I practically run inside, pressing the lobby button before poking the closed-door button a million times.

Only once I’m in the car do I relax, but just a little, my phone feels like a ticking time bomb. Like Stefano will call and know that I’m up to no good. I pull over at a flower shop on my way home, grabbing a bouquet of orchids in a vase. I hope like fuck it doesn’t spill all over the car.

I park my car next to hers before grabbing the vase. I walk up the steps, nervous as fuck, which makes me laugh since I’ve never been nervous in my whole life. I’ve also never liked anyone as much as Eva. I’ve never had the sex I’ve had with her. It blows my mind and makes me want to kick my ass that we haven’t done it before. I mean, I know why, but I don’t think either of us is ready for what I have to say.

Punching in the code for the door, I walk in to find her coming out of the kitchen. She’s wearing exactly what she was wearing when I left to drive Cici. A white shirt that hangs off her shoulder, showing me she’s not wearing a bra. I can tell because I can see her nipples. And her famous shorts, but these are not as tight. “What are you doing here?” she asks, surprised, her eyes lighting up as her smile grows.

“Well.” I walk to her, handing her the vase. “I thought I would play hooky.” I lean down and kiss her neck, right before I suck on it.

“Don’t you dare leave me a mark where people can see.” She pushes me away, but not really.

“You don’t like my mark on you?” I wrap my arm around her waist.

“I’m not twelve and neither are you,” she reminds me. “We can contain ourselves for below the waist.”

“Can we?” I move my mouth lower, my chin pushing down her white shirt at the same time. “I think the best thing to do is see if we can.”

“Is that why you came home?” She looks down at her breast that now has her shirt under it.

“It was one of the reasons.” I smirk before sucking her nipple into my mouth. “Plus, I wanted to bring you flowers.” She moans. “And I leave in two days, so we need to have sex at least four times extra.”

“Is that so?” She steps away from me and puts the flowers down on the island. “That’s a lot of sex.” Her hands go to the hem of her shirt. The sparkle from her ring on her finger shines. “You think you are up for the challenge?” She pulls it off and tosses it on the floor by her feet. “I think you moaned yesterday that you were dead.”

“No.” I shake my head, shrugging off the jacket to my suit and tossing it on the couch. “I think that was you who said that.” I pull the shirt out of my pants. “I think you lay in the bed and said I broke your vagina.”

She rolls her eyes, which makes me know I’m right. “Either way.” I unbutton my shirt and kick off my shoes. “Today we are rested.” I walk to her, picking her up at her waist and she wraps her legs around me. “We’ve never fucked on the counter.”

“Yes, we have. When I went to get water and you said you couldn’t possibly wait until we got upstairs,” she reminds me.

“That’s because you bent over and you were naked,” I retort.

“I leaned over and got on my tippy-toes,” she corrects me as I walk over to the counter.

I lay her down on it, and she hisses as the coolness hits her back. “I like these shorts.” Her feet drop from my hips.

“Yeah?” She looks at me. “Why?”

“Well, for one.” I grab her ankle and place it on the counter, then go to the other one. “They aren’t tight.” I smile at her. “Which gives me easy access.”

“Does it?” she asks and I look at her pussy, seeing exactly what I want.

“See,” I say, moving it to the side having her open to me. “Just like this.” I rub my fingers between her and feel her wetness before I slide a finger inside her. Every single time it’s like it’s the first. “I like having access to you any time I want.” I slide another finger in her. “Like now.”

“Or this morning,” she pants out. “Levi.” I don’t know if she’s asking something or just calling my name.

“Yeah, baby?” I ask.

“Can you do something for me?” She opens her legs even more to give me more access to it. I bend down and suck her clit into my mouth.

“Anything,” I tell her.

“Good.” She lifts her ass a bit to meet my fingers. “Can you fuck me hard?” she asks. “Hard, fast, and raw.” Every single time she says a word, she clenches around my fingers.

My hand goes to my buckle and I don’t have the zipper down long before my cock is in my hand and then buried in her. “Fuck,” I growl as she leans up and kisses my throat.

“I think you are the one who is supposed to fuck me.” She sucks in. “But if you want, I think I’ve got it in me to fuck you.” Her pussy clenches, I look at her and my chest squeezes. I almost blurt out that I’m falling in love with her as she lies back down on the counter. But I swallow it back when she says, “Now, are you going to fuck me or not?”