I pant as I watch him, my sex still buzzing from the beating he’s just given it.
Wet, swollen, and utterly stretched.
Needy.
“Later.”
25
April
Hand in hand, we walk into the outside garden restaurant. I feel like I’m going to vomit… or come. Damn Sebastian for making me horny. As if I wasn’t wound up enough already.
“Garcia!” voices call as we walk through the restaurant.
Sebastian smiles and waves, and we head toward the table.
“You didn’t tell me that you knew everyone in the Maldives.” I whisper.
He smiles at everyone sitting as we arrive at our table. “You do know that this is the pre-wedding dinner, right?”
“Oh.” I fake a smile as I glance around at all the eyes fixed firmly on me. “I do now.”
This is hell on a stick. Everyone he fucking knows is here.
Great.
He pulls out my chair, and I sit down. He slides in beside me. We’re sitting at a small table for six. His four friends are already here.
“You remember Julian and Spencer, Brielle and Lottie.”
“Yes.” I smile, “Hello.”
“Hi.” They all smile and stare at me like I’m a freak in the circus.
“What were you two doing all day?” Spencer asks. “We were waiting at the pool for you. How rude. I would have thought you would make more of an effort, April.”
“They were getting busy,” Julian mutters.
My face falls, and the girls burst out laughing. “Spencer, stop it,” Lottie says.
I put my hand on my chest in relief. “Oh my God, don’t tease me. I’m nervous enough,” I admit.
Sebastian rolls his eyes. “Don’t be nervous about these fucking idiots. Nobody to impress here.”
“Hey!” Brielle chimes in.
“Watch your mouth.” Lottie laughs.
“Two jugs of sangria,” the waiter says as he puts two huge jugs of some exotic looking red drink on the table.
“Yes, thank you.” Brielle smiles. “Keep them coming.”
Charlotte rolls her eyes. “Oh, this is just great.”
“Just keep making babies for me, babe.” Spencer gives her a sexy wink as he rubs her pregnant stomach.
She fakes a smile at him and fans herself with a paper fan. “When I have this baby, Spencer, I’m going on a bender for a week, and you’re babysitting the entire time. Breastfeeding and all.”
Spencer raises his glass to her. “Yes, dear.”
I can’t help but smile as I watch them. He adores her, it’s obvious. He has a likeable, naughty boy charm about him.
“How long have you got to go?” I ask.
“Ten weeks.” She smiles.
“First baby?”
“No, fourth.”
My eyes widen. "Wow."
She seems nice and has a real toffy English accent. I wonder where she’s from.
I turn my attention to Brielle. “Do you have any children?”
“Yes, five.”
“Five?” My eyes widen, unable to hide my shock. God, these women are full on breeders.
“Three are ours, and two are my step kids.”
I think I pick up an accent.
My eyes drift to Julian. He must have had kids with someone else before.
“Although they like Brielle more than me,” Julian mutters dryly.
“We all do,” Spencer replies casually against his glass of sangria.
“Am I picking up an Australian accent?” I ask.
“Yes, I’m an Aussie. Tell me about you?"”
Julian smiles as he watches her. It’s obvious he’s smitten, too.
“I’m American.” I smile. “Lawyer.”
They all hang off my every word. I shrug bashfully.
“How did you two meet?” Charlotte looks between us.
“Ah.” My eyes find Sebastian. He’s sitting back, enjoying the show, not a word to be heard. Cut in any time, fucker. “We met in a café about six years ago. We dated briefly then but it didn’t work out.”
Sebastian, Julian, and Spencer’s eyes meet, and I know his friends know the real way we met.
Screw it. He wants to be honest with his friends, so do I.
“Actually, that’s not all of it. After we met in the café, I worked in a strip club and Sebastian came in.”
A broad smile crosses Julian’s face, and he glances over to Spencer who is also wearing a goofy grin.
“Steady on,” Sebastian chokes.
The girls’ eyes widen.
“I’m telling you two the truth because I can’t lie, and I know that Sebastian has already told the boys. I want to be honest with you both right off the bat.”
Charlotte slaps Spencer’s arm. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Brielle’s mouth falls open when she turns to Julian. “You knew this?”
Sebastian holds his hands up in surrender. “It was the one time I went to a strip club, and she was working behind the bar to put herself through law school.” He stammers.
I look over to see Julian is smirking into his drink, his eyes holding mine.
He’s impressed that I told them the truth.
So am I.
“Oh, I like you.” Charlotte gasps. “Somebody pour her another drink. I want to hear all the strip club stories.”
Spencer playfully puts his hand over my glass. “Let’s not.”
“So how did you girls meet your lovely men?” I ask.
“Well I was actually Julian’s nanny,” Bree responds with a smirk on her face. “And Charlotte is the rich daddy’s girl that Spencer couldn’t have”.
We all laugh. Maybe this night won’t be so bad after all.
They actually seem nice.
Sebastian
I watch as April chatters and laughs with the girls at the other end of the table. This is so weird.
The girls never like anyone I date. Not that I ever bring them to anything like this, I guess. I’ve taken dates to black tie balls before, but Brielle and Charlotte have always been guarded and not overly friendly.
They’re different tonight. Or maybe it’s just that it’s April.
Unassuming, and pretty, she oozes warmth and kindness. But most of all, she’s intelligent.
“So, what’s the plan if you go into early labor while we’re here?” April asks.
“I don’t know.” Charlotte looks over to her husband. “What’s the plan, Spence?”
He shrugs. “Freak the fuck out.” He puts his hand over his mouth so the girls can’t hear. “And then getting rolling fucking drunk,” he mutters under his breath.
Julian and I laugh. Spencer is hardly drinking due to Charlotte’s condition in case he needs to drive somewhere in an emergency. He wants the baby to come more than anyone.
“You can call me and Sebastian,” April slurs in her ‘I’ve had way too many sangrias’ voice. “I’m good in emergency situations, and Seb always knows what to do.”
I smile against my wine glass. When do I always know what to do?
Never.
“And besides, my cat had kittens,” she continues.