Weston (Broken Falls #6)

Chapter Twenty-One

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Weston

W e're finishing up family dinner, and it's been a great time. I didn't realize how much I needed this with my friends. When Boone's phone rings, he glances down at it and then at us with a quizzical look on his face.

"That's Alexis." He puts it on speaker. "Hey babe, you're on speaker. What's going on?"

She's laughing. "I don't know what to do with these women. They're all drunk except for me, and I cannot get them in my car! Like, I figured at least one of them would not get wasted. I don't have enough room, and they're fighting me right now. Kara is on a table!"

Abel chokes on his drink. "Excuse me? My fiancee is on a table?"

Alexis laughs. "Yes! I can't get her down. Someone needs to come help me. Y'all need to come get your ladies."

Abel huffs slightly and stands up. "Tell her my ass will be there in a few minutes. Tell her she's in trouble."

Alexis mumbles something, and then we hear her loudly scream, "Kara! Your man is on his way, and he says you're in trouble."

Kara loudly replies, "Tell him I'm ready for this spanking, baby!"

Every guy in the room starts laughing, and Abel looks like he's about to lose his mind. "Let's go," he says, grabbing his keys and heading out the door.

Nolan laughs at all of us. "This makes me glad I don't have a girlfriend or a wife."

Boone glances over at him, eyebrows raised. "You sure about that? Because I've heard a lot of rumors about you and that nanny of yours."

Nolan crosses his arms over his chest and rocks back on his feet, his face impassive. "Rumors are rumors. You can believe what you want."

I'm headed out to my truck with the rest of the guys. Together we all get in a caravan headed toward Monroe's, including Boone who I guess is going to go save his wife.

On the way there, my thoughts run the gamut of hopefully she hasn't done something horrible to wondering just how tipsy she is. I've never seen a drunk Melanie before. Sure, I saw her drink a little bit when we were teenagers, but we were always careful enough not to get out of control. If she can't drive herself home, then she must be pretty wasted.

There's a part of me that wishes I could be like Abel and know that she's mine and can say things to her that she'll take as flirty between a husband and wife. But we're not there yet, I don't think, even though we've shared a few kisses here and there.

The radio plays softly in the background, and it's a song she and I used to listen to. No one can ever tell me that the sound of nineties rock aren't love songs.

When we pull up to Monroe's, there aren't many cars left, most of them belonging to our ladies. We park in a row and get out, shoulders squared as if we're about to go to war.

When we walk inside, we see them all immediately. Alexis is sitting at the table nursing what appears to be water while she looks on at her group of friends who are in various stages of dancing.

My wife is on the dance floor with someone who's eighty if not ninety, and he's struggling to keep up with her, but they look like they're having the best time in the world.

Kara is definitely still on top of the table. I have no idea where Daisy is nor do I know where Val is, but my eyes are on my wife.

She glances at me from across the room, and the sexiest little smirk spreads across her face. Her eyes go dark; she wrinkles her nose and motions for me to come forward with the curl of her finger.

I'm entranced, it's as if we're the only two people in the room. There's been tension between us, sexual and otherwise, but I've never felt it so much as I do right now.

I stroll across the dance floor until I get to her. She stands on her tiptoes and plants a kiss on my cheek.

"Hey," she says in a sing-song voice. "What are you doing here?"

Her arms slowly go around my waist, holding tightly as I put mine around her neck.

"Alexis called because she couldn't handle you all."

She tilts her head to the side. "Couldn't handle us? What does that mean?"

I spread my feet so I'm closer to her level and lean in so she can hear me better.

"Sounds like you've been a bad girl," I whisper.

Her eyes heat up. "No, not me,I’d rather be a good girl."

This is a portion of Melanie's personality I don't know about, we never did anything like this before, so I'm intrigued and hard as a rock.

I tilt my head down to her ear, my mouth inches away from hers.

"If that's the case," I murmur softly, "why don't we get out of here so I can show you how you can be my good girl?"

She tilts her head back, moaning softly. "Please Weston... show me what I need to do."

In my mind, I'm saying with fucking pleasure as I pick her up over my shoulder and carry her out of there.