Extended Epilogue #2
“Because she needs a nudge… both of them do,” Ross says, cutting his eyes over to Abi who nods as she reads his lips. “Besides, it’s fun to watch.”
Abi whispers quietly, “Scheming meeting, you and me, brother. Round one worked pretty well.” She pats herself on the back, implying that she’s ready to tackle round two.
There’s a small part of me that feels bad for Court because I know what it feels like to have everything be out of your control, but Abi has a point.
It did work out for Ross and I, so maybe Kaede and Court will have the same happily ever after results.
Courtney comes back to her seat, sitting down and clearing her throat.
She looks stiff and proper, like this is a board meeting where she’s going to be reamed out, not a casual family dinner at her brother’s house.
Kaede drops off his towel in the sink and then stays in the kitchen, sitting on a bar stool in front of the big island.
His posture is relaxed, but his jaw his tight.
Kaede and Courtney pointedly do make eye contact, though Abi and Ross are having a prolonged silent conversation between the two of them.
“I don’t know, Ross,” Abi says, sensing that we’ve needled Courtney and Kaede enough. “No offense K, but gym equipment’s a pretty crowded market. Any other ideas?”
“None as promising, but we’re kicking around a few,” Ross confirms. “Your standard financial stuff, venture capital mostly. We’ve got the connections, but I want to make sure we don’t step on Dad’s toes.
I think… well, I think I’ve done enough of that.
So anything that’s related to the family business is off limits unless he gives me the all clear.
And I want to be sure that whatever we do, it’s something we truly believe in and are doing as a passion project.
I want to dig in and really investigate the ideas fully because someone once told me I can be a dumbass and I don’t want to risk that happening again.
Careful and considered, that’s the idea. ”
“That’s good,” Courtney says, finding her smile again at the reminder of both sisters telling Ross to pull his head out of his ass, a story I greatly enjoy hearing again and again. “I’d hate to embarrass my big brother by beating him on a deal.”
“Sooo… What’s the deal with dinner? Do we have reservations somewhere?
” Kaede asks from his barstool, pulling everyone back into our plan for the evening.
I gotta admit, as sexy as Ross is, Kaede does sort of have that fitness model look going for him with his leg stretched out and his dark, surfer boy hair flopping over his left eye.
Courtney could do a hell of a lot worse.
“How about The Cuban Kitchen?” Abi says. “They’ve got good food, and there’s that new club nearby. Fill our bellies, then get our grooves on?”
Ross meets my eye and I give him the smallest increment of a nod. “Sorry guys, we’re out tonight. Maybe another time?” Though he apologizes, he’s obviously not repentant in the least
“You’ve got to go, I need a wingman!” Kaede protests. Still, he looks over at Courtney, and I can almost read his mind as he decides that maybe not having Ross along would work in his favor. Yup, Abi’s scheming again, but at least part of Kaede wants to go along with it.
“Psh,” Abi says, standing up and grabbing Courtney by the wrist with one hand and Kaede with the other. “You’ve got me. I’ll make sure both of you stay nice and safe. Don’t you trust me?”
“Do I have to answer?” Courtney groans as she half stumbles from Abi’s forced guidance.
Abi lets go of Kaede to physically shove Court towards the door.
“Girl, you might not trust me to watch that badonkadonk on the dance floor, but you can trust that if we’re not out of here in three seconds, we’re going to see a side of our brother and sister-in-law that we don’t want to witness first hand. ”
Even without Abi dragging him, Kaede follows with a bemused look on his face, stopping at the door to look back at us as the girls disappear down the hall. “I know what you and Abi are doing, Ross. It’s not going to work.”
That surprises me, although Ross just chuckles.
“What’s not going to work?” Ross asks with a falsely innocent look on his face. “And even if Abi is up to something, I’m certainly not a part of any crazy scheme she’d concoct.”
Kaede rolls his eyes, and adjusts his shirt collar.
“That bullshit about the website model? Nice try, dipshit.” He throws some visual daggers towards Ross, but the corners of his mouth are fighting to lift in a smile.
After just a couple of seconds, he admits defeat, for this round. “Fucker. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The door closes behind Kaede, leaving just Ross and I in silence. Ross props his feet up on our new ottoman and leans back, rubbing at his temples. “Those three… I thought they’d never leave.”
“Come on now,” I tease, cuddling up against my husband. “You love them. And you are scheming too, you know.”
“Not really, just fucking with him,” Ross admits, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and holding me close. “But I know what Abi’s doing, she loves playing romantic chess, you know. We’re all just pawns in her little game.”
“Duh… she schemed us together,” I remind him as I lay my legs over his. Ross hums, his hand rubbing up and down my thigh, inching my skirt higher as I press closer to him. “Or have you forgotten?”
“How could I?” Ross asks, giving up on ‘cuddling’ and pulling me fully into his lap to straddle his hips with my knees.
“She definitely got it right that time. I’m just not sure why K-Dawg’s holding back because I know he’s got a soft spot for Court.
Maybe he thinks she’s off-limits as my little sister? Should I say something?” he asks me.
And while I appreciate that he wants to see his sister and friend as happy as we are, that’s a discussion we can have later, because right now, I’m starving…
for him. I run my fingers through Ross’ hair.
He’s been growing it out some since our honeymoon, and while it’s just a little long now, it’s a very sexy shaggy, just right for me to grip.
“Leave it to Abi,” I tease, grinding my hips down on the very nice, hard bulge growing in his pants.
He teases up under my flowy skirt, gripping my ass through the satin of my panties, and an electric tremble runs through me.
“We have other matters to discuss.” The glint in my eyes tells him loud and clear that it’s not his words I’m after.
Ross flashes that cocky grin that I love as I lean down, kissing him this time as we grind against each other, the heat between us quickly building.
I rub my breasts over his hard chest, the two of us moving faster and harder as he guides me, pulling us together and making me curse the separation of our clothing.
Ross grips me tightly, making short thrusts that bump over my clit and I’m right on the edge when suddenly the apartment door opens and a voice that chills me calls out. “Honey, I was in neighborhood and… oh!”
“Hi Mom,” Ross says on a growl as I pull back in absolute shock, immediately grateful that I still have my clothes on now, though I was just cursing them.
I try to get off of his lap, but Ross’ hands clamp down around my waist, wedging his thick bulge against my panties even harder, making me bite down on my gasp as he raises a pointed brow that tells me not to move. “Uhm, bad timing.”
“S… sorry,” Mrs. Andrews says, still a little off balance. “I didn’t, I mean-”
“Mom?” Ross interrupts, his voice firm. “Remember how you want grandkids? You’re kinda interrupting that process, you know?”
“Right… oh, right!” Mrs. Andrews says, blushing even more. “Well, I’ll call you later. Better yet, you call me… uhm, yeah, uhm… bye!”
She stumbles out, closing the door behind her and I turn to Ross, who’s trying not to laugh. “We really should get our key back.”
Ross shrugs, his hands squeezing my ass again. “Something tells me she’ll knock next time. For now… where were we?”
Instead of answering I lean down and kiss him again, letting my tongue give him all the answers needed. Ross moans, pulling me close to him as I roll my hips over his once again fully hard bulge.
His words are hot against my neck, “Know what I want to do to you tonight?”
My head falls back, giving him more access to nibble along the skin where it curves into my shoulder. “What?” I murmur, lost in the path his lips are taking against my skin.
“I want to spread you out on our bed, lick you until you scream and beg for more. And then I’m going to use that new toy we got.
I’m gonna fill you with that big… fat… fake…
cock and make you come all over it.” I whimper at the sexy image he’s creating in my mind, ready to make a run for the bedroom.
“And then I’m going to fuck you myself and see which you prefer. ”
I bring my eyes to his, fighting to focus and love the arrogance on his face. He already knows the answer. So do I.
“I want the real thing. Always the real thing with you,” I plea.
“I know,” he breathes. “But I think you like a little teasing, don’t you, Chickie?”
Heat blooms low in my belly. He rarely calls me by that nickname about my chicken legs anymore, and now, when he does, it’s always with the promise of pleasure I’ve only dreamed of.
I think he’s paying penance for all those years of torment, though it’s unneeded and all forgiven.
But not forgotten because I wouldn’t trade how we got here for anything, even if it did take a big, fat, fake wedding to fall in love for real and turn my frenemy into my one true love.