Page 2 of Bridesmaid Undercover
Or when I had her legs wrapped around my face.
Or when I was rocking her bed like a madman against the wall with my uncontrolled and wild thrusts.
Christ.
When I got dressed last night, I had no intention of ending up naked and in bed with Everly, but thanks to a decent consumption of heavy-handed Moscow mules, Jell-O shots, and a persistent ex-girlfriend, I ended the night tearing Everly’s clothes off with zero patience.
And as I glance over at her beautiful face again, I realize that I want a repeat. I want a lot of repeats. I want all of the fucking repeats until?—
Bzzzz.
Brows knitted together, I glance to the floor where my pants are bunched up, my phone sticking out of the back pocket.Why’s he texting me?
The only time Hudson, my older brother, would ever text me this early is if it’s urgent.
Groaning quietly to myself, I snag my phone. With my back toward Everly, I open the text message.
Hudson:Please, for the love of God, tell me you didn’t sleep with Everly last night.
Fear prickles the back of my neck as I try to figure out how the hell he’d even know what happened. I didn’t accidentally call him in the middle of…everything…did I? I exit out of the text message and go to my recent calls in my phone. There’s nothing.
But then…
I notice the texts above the one from this morning.
Hardy:Everly is so hot. Such a good kisser.
Hudson:What? Are you fucking serious right now?
Hudson:Hardy, pick up your phone.
Hudson:What the hell is going on? Are you with her right now?
Hudson:Hardy!
Oh shit.
I have a feeling this won’t be good. I can go about this two ways: I can tell him the truth, or I can possibly go about this conversation in a roundabout way to see how much trouble I might be in.
Obviously, I choose the latter.
Hardy:And if I did sleep with her…that would be…?
He texts back immediately.
Hudson:Bad, you moron! That would be very bad.
I twist my lips to the side, trying to understand why sleeping with Everly would be a bad thing, because from personal experience, it was a good thing.
A very good thing.
Easily the best decision I’ve ever made.
Hardy:Just for reference, could you explain why sleeping with her would be a bad thing?
Hudson:Because she’s working with your sister! And don’t you remember what happened a few years ago, when I happened to ask if I could date one of her employees?
Hardy:Attempting to remember, but the brain is a bit foggy at the moment.
