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“So, who is she?” On this day, where everything feels like a sign, I don’t hesitate when I say, “My future wife.”
There’s been only one woman who has held my interest and now that she’s no longer wearing another man’s engagement ring, spending my time with anyone else holds zero appeal.
That hair. Even in the darkness of the club, I know that hair. The shade is one I’ve memorized. Auburn as Cody first taught me. Kennedy Kay Auburn as I refer to it now.
If you would have told me a year ago that Isaiah Rhodes, of all people, would be walking down the Vegas strip by my side, I would’ve assumed you were out of your mind. And if you would’ve told me the reason I’m in Vegas to begin with is because I’m attending my stepsister’s bachelorette party, I would’ve laughed in your face. And if you would’ve told me that the man she’s marrying is my ex-fiancé, I would’ve looked into having you committed.
“I finally married the girl I’ve been obsessed with for years.” Obsessed is a weird word too. I’m obsessed with how soft this pillow is. My new shoes are so cute. Isaiah is so cute too. I’ll never tell him that.
that flat line across your lips and that death glare. Very hot, Ken.”
“Sounds terrible. Please, Kennedy, use me all you want.”
“Just think of this as one big game.” His tone is low and deep when he leans down to my ear and whispers, “C’mon wife. Play along.”
“You memorized my hair color?” “Yeah,” he laughs to himself. It’s a self-conscious sound I’ve never heard come from the cocky shortstop. “That day we met in the bathroom, I couldn’t classify it.
“Nothing else has ever been Kennedy Kay Auburn.” That’s not true in the slightest, but I’d be lying if my supposedly cold heart didn’t warm a bit at that. Looking up, I watch him, this man who smiles too much and memorizes the color of my hair. He’s not at all what I was expecting. His hand moves from the end of my hair to cup around my elbow.
“My upbringing, it’s probably not what you’re used to. My childhood was kind of lonely and isolated. I was raised by nannies and sent to boarding school once I was old enough. Privileged sob story, I know.” I release an uncomfortable chuckle. “I only saw my parents at holidays and social gatherings. I didn’t realize until I was older that hugging and touching is a common part of life. I know it’s weird and I’m weird, but I’m working on it. It’s just that sometimes it surprises me, I guess, when you touch me.”
He doesn’t say anything, simply searches my face until finally he asks, “Do you want to be touched?”
“Will you pick a favorite color for me?”
“Travis,” she says, ignoring me. “How exactly did you make the very poor decision to become his friend?” “Probably the same way you decided to become his wife.” “Too much tequila?” “Exactly.”
“Sorry, I meant decent. Average at best. I forgot I need to keep your ego in check at all times.”
“You look like you’re going to say something a little bit evil, break my heart, and I’ll end up thanking you for it.”
Her small hand reaches up to cradle my cheek, her index finger grazing over the small birthmark by my right eye before she leans down and does the most shocking thing she’s ever done. She presses her lips to mine.
Her lower lip nestles into the dip between mine and I’m beyond tempted to suck it into my mouth and see what kind of noises I could pull from her throat.
And then he does. “Are you asking me to fuck you, Kenny?”
“Lesson number one, Kennedy. You can’t pencil affection into your little planner, so stop overthinking it.”
I stare right at her when I tell her, “Touch me however you want to.”
“And I’d like it if you touched me too, Isaiah.” Fuck. Me.
There’s nothing half hard about me anymore. I’m aching, painfully aching by having this woman on top of me.
Other hand cupping her cheek, I pull her in until my mouth collides with hers. She moans into me, and unlike last time, I set the pace. It’s frantic and needy. God, her mouth is soft. Eager too, like she’s been waiting her whole life to kiss someone the way she’s kissing me.
It wasn’t supposed to be like that. I didn’t know it could be like that.
Kissing Isaiah wasn’t supposed to be like that.
