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Ellie

The night is winding down. The music still plays softly in the distance, and the bride and groom have retreated into their house for the evening. Haleigh said I could stay here, but there’s no way in hell I’m crashing here on their wedding night. She’s crazy for even offering.

I stand just outside the entrance of the tent, feeling the chill of the night air dance across my bare skin. The staff moves swiftly, cleaning up as the final guests still trickle out.

I probably drank a little too much tonight.

I know my limit, but I needed to calm myself, Seeing Jaydon fucks with my head, and I wasn’t prepared for it.

I suddenly feel hazy and feel the alcohol swirling through my veins.

Dizziness creeps over me; I take a deep, calming breath, trying to steady myself .

All of the drinks I had this evening are finally catching up with me.

“Didn’t think you’d still be here.”

The deep rumble of his voice from behind startles me. I stiffen, forcing myself still as I try to stop from swaying, so he doesn’t notice and take the chance to prey on my weakness. Because I know he would never miss an opportunity to mess with me.

“Well, I am, so please leave me alone.” I cross my arms but don't miss the way his eyes briefly dip down to my breasts, spilling over the top of my dress. “Breanne was supposed to pick me up an hour ago, but shockingly she won’t pick up her damn phone when I call.” Sarcasm is laced in my words when I say the last part.

“Where’s that so-called boyfriend of yours? Shouldn’t he have been here with you tonight? Or did y’all already break up?”

I glare at him, “No, Jay, we didn’t fucking break up. He’s out of town on business. Otherwise, he would have been here.”

He snorts a laugh. “Yep, away on business… I feel like we've heard that one before.”

I know what he’s talking about. Haleigh’s ex-fiancé would always use that as an excuse until she found out he was cheating on her. A wave of dizziness takes over, and I feel the ground shifting beneath me.

I need to sit down .

I stumble over to some totes stacked nearby that the catering staff has already started packing things away in.

Of course, he follows me.

“He is, Jay. I trust him.” I lean my head down and hike my dress up to my mid-thighs. If I get sick, I’m not messing up this dress.

He huffs, and I raise my eyes to meet his as he shakes his head in annoyance. “Trust… what a silly thing for you to do. Are you sure you know him that well?” His eyes tighten.

“For fuck’s sake, Jay. Do I look like I want to talk right now?” I groan, dipping my head towards the ground.

“No. Actually, you look like you’ve had too much to drink… and have no ride home.”

Smartass .

My stomach is feeling uneasy, and he's pissing me off, “Fuck you, Jay… just leave me alone… I don’t want to be bothered right now.”

“You keep saying that… better be careful,” his voice drops to an edgy tone as he says the last part. “Or I might just fuck you, Ellie.”

It would turn me on if I weren't feeling so horrible, but I don't want to talk right now. “I can’t do this right now, Jay…” I say, resting my head in my hands between my thighs .

“I know you can’t… you’re too drunk. Now get your ass up, Peachy. I’m taking you home.” His deep voice turns immediately from joking to a demand.

“Don’t call me that.” My body trembles, thinking about the night he’s referring to.

He steps even closer towards me as he speaks, “Why not? You liked it when I called you that before. I could still taste the peaches on your lips when I sucked them into my mouth that night.”

I groan, and he laughs. “Please don’t remind me of that horrible night.”

“Oh yeah, it was horrible, alright…” a cocky chuckle slips from his lips, “the most horrible part was when you were screaming my name so loud, the next room over called the front desk to complain about us.”

He's really pissing me off.

I drag both hands down my face. “Ugh… Stop fucking talking about it.”

He holds out his hand to me— Like, I’m actually going to take it .

I stare blankly at him.

Bad fucking idea, because he’s now rolled up the sleeves on his dress shirt, and I can see the most sinful pair of arms. I drag my eyes over every inch. Even in the low lighting, I can make out his intricate tattoos spiraling around his arms.

Fuck .

My pussy throbs, and I might just want to fall into his bed again. And he somehow knows my every thought, because he gets a stupid grin on his face.

“Whatcha thinking 'bout, Peachy?”

Those damn eyes of his. Dark and sinful. Staring directly into my soul.

“Nothing.”

“That look on your face tells me that you are thinking about something… and if I were a betting man… I would guess it has something to do with my dick going into your tight, wet pussy.” He bites his bottom lip.

Fuck him.

“Wrong.” I blurt. However, that’s all I can say because I’m lying. And he knows it.

“Alright, Peachy. Get your ass up, and let’s go get in my truck. I only had one drink earlier tonight. You, on the other hand…” he chuckles, “well, we both know you’ve had way too much to drink tonight.”

I stand on my own, ignoring his outstretched hand.

Because I know if I touch him, I will lose all my remaining senses.

I’m pissed at myself because he makes me feel all the things I shouldn’t feel for him.

I have a nice man in my life, and we have a great relationship so far.

It’s only been a month, but it’s been going pretty well.

I step up beside him, heading in the direction of his truck. “I said stop calling me that,” I mumble .

He chuckles again. “Why? Is it messing with your head?”

“Whatever…” I huff.

I continue to follow him slowly, being extra careful as I step due to the uneven ground. However, when we near his truck, I lose my balance and go sideways, tripping into him.

Strong arms quickly wrap around me, securely holding me in place. With our bodies now flush together, I feel like I can’t breathe, my heart beating rapidly.

He notices the change in my breathing and takes that opportunity, bending so he can whisper in my ear.

“Wanna know why I thought about calling you 'Peachy' tonight, Ellie?”

The deepness of his low voice rumbles through my body, straight to my already throbbing pussy.

“No… but I know you’re gonna tell me anyway.”

The heat from his laughter sends shivers down my spine. His lips are so close to my neck… I’m melting into him, his muscular body surrounding me, putting my senses on high alert. My disloyal body surrenders, letting him take control of me.

“The second I saw you in this sexy-as-fuck dress, so tightly glued to your ass, I thought about calling you Peachy,” he says, his voice low and full of need.

“The way this silky orange material highlights your perfect ass…” His fingers tighten on my hip, briefly—just enough to ma ke me gasp.

“It looks just like a juicy, ripe peach. I want to sink my teeth into it and taste your fucking sweet honey until you scream my name… and all your juices slide down my chin.”

Fuck.

A moan slips from my throat; his words ricochet deep throughout my body, and my pussy tightens in response. The smell of his cedarwood cologne and the warmth of his closeness consume me—I crave his strong touch.

I’m so fucking screwed.

I pull back just enough to look into his heavy-lidded eyes while my words flow out like a whisper.

“Take me home, Jaydon… back to yours.”

In our lust-filled haze, he only nods and helps me into the truck, his touch gentle but possessive.

I don’t miss the deliberate slide of his hands as they graze over my ass when I climb in.

Without a word, he leans in, reaching across my body to buckle me in, making sure I’m securely fastened.

His eyes flick to mine as he tucks in my dress before gently shutting my door.

For being such an asshole, at least he’s still a gentleman.

We pull up to Jaydon’s new townhouse. It has a charming brick front and beautiful landscaping.

I have been by one time before, in the daylight.

I was with Haleigh, and Jaydon wasn’t home, but I didn’t go inside.

Haleigh just had to drop a few things inside his garage.

Our short drive to his house was in silence; he didn’t say a word.

And I’ve been too worked up to think about anything else, my pulse still thrumming like crazy.

“Stay put. I’ll help you out. Don’t want anyone to fall outta my truck and get hurt.” He smirks.

Asshole.

Jaydon helps me out and into the entrance through the garage. The feel of his strong hands turns me on. Dammit, why did I drink so much?

We walk into the kitchen, and his place is unexpectedly very clean. A delightful fresh smell hits my nose. Even with the alcohol running through my veins, I can still appreciate a clean home.

“Your place is so… clean,” I say, leaning my hip against the island for support .

“I’m not a slob, Peachy,” He smirks. “You want something to drink? Water?”

“Yes… that would be great. Water's fine, thanks.”

He fills the glass halfway before handing it to me. “Thank you.”

He nods and heads towards the stairs. “Come on up when you're finished… first room on the right.”

I nod, gulping down the cold, refreshing liquid. After a few minutes, I pour the rest down the drain and set the glass on the counter near the sink.

When I get to the top of the stairs, it's dark, and I’m still a little off balance. As I'm fumbling around trying to find a light switch, I bump into a hard body.

I yelp, “What the hell? You scared me!” I say, grabbing onto him for comfort.

I feel his body shaking from laughter. “Just me, Peachy.” Then he presses his lips to the top of my head.

His strong arms wrapped around me, bring back all the emotions I was feeling earlier.

Then he starts walking backward, leading me into the bedroom.

I’m a mess, falling into his warmth anytime he lets me.

He spins us, so the back of my legs hit the mattress, just holding me.

I’m going out of my mind waiting for him to make a move.

My clit throbs, begging to be touched from his words earlier, and I can’t take it anymore.

I rise up on my toes and press my lips onto his.

He lets me.

It’s slow and sensual at first. He softly teases my lips, gently nipping mine, sending a shiver of desire straight to my core. I moan into his mouth, loving the things he makes me feel. His tongue slips into my mouth gently, then takes control, our kiss quickly turning heated.

Apparently, he changed clothes when he came up, because I feel him harden through the soft material of his sweats.

His hand slides down to my silk-covered ass, squeezing when he lifts me onto the bed.

He groans, pulling his lips away from mine just far enough to see my eyes, placing both of his hands on my cheeks.

What the hell?

He quietly stares at me, clearly at war with himself.

His teeth drag across his bottom lip. “Go to bed, Peachy.” His husky voice cuts through me, shattering any hope I had of him and me. He glides his thumb over my cheek, then down across my lips.

He's got to be fucking kidding me right now.

“I’m so confused right now… you bring me to your house, kiss me like you’re about to fuck me, then tell me to go to bed?”

He's laughing. He's fucking laughing.

How did this change direction so quickly?

“You know what, I’m fucking leaving…” I say too loud and push him away, because he totally played me, and my backstabbing pussy betrayed me too. I don’t know who I’m more pissed at .

What the fuck was I thinking, getting involved with him again? Did I not learn my lesson the last two times he fucked around with me?

I stand, and he holds his hands up defensively.

“Ellie, you’re not leaving. I shouldn’t have kissed you and led you on, but I’m also not sorry I did it.

As much as I would like to… I’m not fucking you when you’re dating someone else.

You would hate me in the morning, even more than you already do.

Stay here tonight. I will take you home in the morning.

I put a t-shirt on the bed for you to sleep in.

..” He turns and heads to the door, stopping right before he leaves.

“Night, Peachy,” he says, winking, then walks out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Well, fuck him too .

Jaydon

I woke up to find the spare bed that Ellie slept in last night… empty .

Fuck.

I even got up a little earlier than normal, hoping to make her breakfast and talk about what happened between us last night. Try to make sense of it all, of us .

But it’s only 5:30 a.m., so she must have snuck out last night or early morning before sunrise.

I know she stayed—at least for a while. The bed’s perfectly made, even the throw pillows my sister insisted I buy are perfectly placed. However, I don’t see the t-shirt or boxers I left for her to wear. Hmm .

I’m sure she’s pissed at me, like normal. But I still need to make sure she’s safe. So, I send her a quick text.