บททั้งหมดของ Two Billionaires and A Bride: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Dylan was accustomed to waking alone, Jill’s side of the bed a cold place, a sexual Siberia, but he had hoped to find Laura there this morning. Making her breakfast and having her be his breakfast had been on his mind as he’d faded off to sleep, cradling her in his arms.Hopefully, she’d left a note. Maybe she needed to rush off to work. He understood. It was hard to juggle shifts and bosses and—His eyes stopped as they landed on a picture of Jill. Hawaii. About seven years ago. Her skin glistened in her wet suit and she grinned a relaxed, happy smile as the sun kissed her nose, Mike standing next to her, turned toward her and showing the camera only his profile, face largely hidden. He was a good foot taller than petite Jill. Their hair had lightened so much on that vacation, though Dylan’s dark locks had stayed the same. By the end of the week Jill and Mike were hooked on surfing, while Dylan...His thoughts faded as the enormity of Jill’s death hit him. In some ways, her death was

Had she really just made a date less than three hours after sneaking out of another guy’s bed? She opened up one of the seventeen texts from Josie which, as she scrolled through them, appeared to all be variations of “Please tell me about the hot guy.” So she finally decided to put Josie out of her misery and typed out, “Hey. Awesome night. Will tell you the deets later”, hit “send” and almost instantly got back a response. What do you mean later? Hell, no. I’m coming over. She wrote back: Can’t. I’m late for work as it is. Let’s just say I need a shower this morning. and hit “Send”. Squeeeee was Josie’s reply. Do you have another date? Do I have another date? Oh, yeah, Josie, I have another date. It’s just not with the same guy. Ugh, how was she going to tell her this? She needed two showers. One to wash off Dylan and the other one to wash off her own skank. This was getting ridiculous. She typed back: There’s a lot to this. Will write more later. Talk later. She hit “Se

Huff, huff, huff. Laura was more out of shape then she’d ever imagined. Her idea of exercise was lifting her hand from her mouth to the bag of Doritos or lifting the spoon out of the pint of Ben & Jerry’s. No, she chided herself, that wasn’t really true. She took the stairs at work, and that wasn’t a joke, considering the fact that she worked on the thirty-second floor. And she and Josie power walked around her neighborhood (Josie jokingly called it their Mugging Prevention Program), but this kind of sustained, prolonged effort that used muscles that involved the hard work of uneven terrain, hiking along the trails and the woods? This she wasn’t used to.And that was OK. Really. Mike was a sweetheart who slowed his pace down and who was absolutely, fantastically interesting. Talking about everything from books that Laura hadn’t read since college, but had alwaysloved, to movies—who knew he had a Christopher Guest obsession, too? She couldn’t wait for a second date where they could si

How could she read him so well? Freakishly well. He felt like a complete idiot for talking about Jill right now, and yet somehow Laura made it seem fine. Natural. Like another extension of himself, just a perfectly typical part of life. Against all hope he had thought there might—just might—be a woman like this out there for him and Dylan. Someone sweet and nice and understanding and accepting. Not quite convinced she was out there, he had basically given up, and now Dylan had found her on a damn online dating site, of all places. The kind of place where men trolled for sex.Dylan, though, had been seeking something more. And now here “more”was, standing before him, telling him that who he was was totally fine. That talking about his dead girlfriend was OK because it was how he felt.What had he done to deserve this—and how could he keep it all going?Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her again, this time with more urgency and a deeper acceptance. Less questioning, more certainty.

This kind.Frantic hands that didn’t feel like hers, but were, pulled at his waist. She wanted him in her now. Preliminaries first, of course—she had to give him some attention, too, as a wildflower patch nearly mingled with a low breeze to send an incredible, heady rush of pollen and perfume their way. Freeing him, she gasped. She looked down at his cock, pausing a moment to really appreciate it,rising up to meet her.“Laura,” he said, his voice gravelly and tight. “Yes?”Then he reached for her and in one fluid movement stripped off her shirt, his eyes lighting up as her skin shone in the light. She hunched her shoulders forward, a bit embarrassed to be so exposed in bright, unrelenting sunshine.“Don’t,” he said, his hands cupping her breasts, fingers playing with the light-pink lace at the top of her bra. “Don’t do that.”“Do what?” Alarm raced through her veins, mixing with the endorphins from the orgasms she’d just enjoyed, leaving her cotton-headed and puzzled.“Don’t hide your