Chapter 42
forty-two
. . .
WYATT
I guess when you live with a guest to Grant’s end-of-summer bash, you get to be a plus-one. Automatic invite. That’s the only reason I agreed to travel to the Hamptons for Labor Day weekend. It is absolutely the worst time to be there.
When I walk into our beach rental, I don’t expect to see Blair standing in the living room. She is perfection. She’s wearing a deep red dress that hugs every single curve on her body. The straps wrap around her neck and split down the center, showcasing her spectacular tits. The hemline is long, but it has a slit up her right leg, hitting her at mid-thigh. She’s swept the top half of her hair off her face and into a ponytail to join the rest of the thick waves cascading down her back. I’m both speechless and immediately possessive. Her darkened, smoky eyes give her a dramatic look, and her lips match the red of her dress. Immediately, I want to see those lips around my dick and the stain she would leave behind.
“You look incredible.”
“So do you, Mr. Bradford.” Blair wraps her arms around my neck, careful with her kiss so she doesn’t ruin her makeup.
I’m wearing a dark gray Dior suit with a navy shirt underneath. I bought the outfit special so I could make a good impression on this Hamptons crowd. I don’t want this to be my last invite, so I dressed to impress.
“Where’s Sophia?” I ask.
“With Brandon. Upstairs. We’re not alone, so you can stop thinking about how you’re going to get into this dress before the party.”
“I’m sure I can find a way,” I wink. “Let’s go up. I want to thank Brandon for letting us crash here.”
I reach out to pinch her side and then follow her upstairs where Brandon is relaxing on a sofa in the loft area. “Hey man, thanks again for letting us stay here. This house is incredible.” He rises and grabs my hand to pull me in for a bro hug. “Anytime man. So glad you could make it. Soph is in there.” He gestures toward double doors partially open.
Sophia’s room looks like the closet and bathroom exploded. I look around, and just then, my sister exits the bathroom, looking like she’s ready to accept her next Oscar.
“You look like fucking Cinderella! Wow, Soph!” I walk over to kiss her on the cheek, but she pulls back immediately.
“Don’t mess up my face!” she squeals. “Thank you, though. You look very Prince Charming yourself. Nice suit.”
I look over at Blair as she laughs with Brandon, and I can see my entire future with her. This is us getting ready for premieres and openings. I’m with her at every event. I wake up with her in my arms and fall asleep every night with her by my side.
“Just get a ring, already,” Sophia says.
“Calm down,” I reply. “We just moved in together.”
Sophia shakes her head like she already knows it’s going to happen any moment now and it’s a waste of time trying to convince her otherwise.
“Let’s go, people!” she shouts. “Time to party!” My sister is way too excited about this end-of-summer party.
When we get to Grant’s house, we’re escorted outside, and I’m impressed by what I see.
A long dinner table stretches in front of us, covered in white linens and tall white candles. Surrounding the table in a tent-like shape are thousands of strands of tiny white lights, giving the patio a look of glamour and magic.
We walk under the lights and find our seats among the other guests. We’re near the head of the table, with Sophia placed to the right of Grant, who’s seated at the top.
A Michelin chef caters the twelve-course tasting menu, featuring a tour of Japanese culture. The menu looks incredible, and I’m eager to try the fatty tuna belly topped with caviar and the smoked scallop with wasabi.
As we wait to be served, Grant addresses the crowd. “Every year, I vow to skip the speech and spare everyone the pain of listening to my nostalgic memories from past dinners. This year is no different, but once again, I find myself inspired by you.” He glances at Sophia.
Blair looks at me with eyes that say, Did you see that?
I did.
“This town has no shortage of talent and inspiration, but finding the right mix of creativity, humanity, and connection is rare. Some of you have never attended this celebration before, and some have been coming since I started this tradition ten years ago. If you are here, you are important to me. You are what I consider the best of the best. Many people in this town joke that the best relationship in Hollywood is no relationship. But I’ve found that I’ve had my best days when I’m surrounded and supported by all of you. I’m grateful for your friendship. Cheers to you.”
We all raise our glasses to toast the moment.
Blair glances at me again and mouths with a smirk, We are important to Grant . I don’t doubt that most people here are—this is a super exclusive invite.
“Why do you think we are really here?” I whisper close to her ear.
“Your sister.”
I take a deep breath because it gives me heartburn that he’s so much older than her.
“She doesn’t date. Someone should tell him he doesn’t have a chance.”
“It looks like she might reconsider her no-dating rule.”
Sophia and Grant huddle close, smiling and laughing with one another. Inside, guests are sipping champagne and talking to one another. This is why you want to be at this party. It’s a free pass to talk shop, get intimate with the elite in this business, and make great connections and impressions. While I want to take advantage of this opportunity, I want Blair more.
“I’m going to run to the bathroom,” Blair says.
“Want me to go with you?” I wink at her, and she winks back.
“Maybe.”
She holds my stare as she walks away, and I’m not going to question it. I follow her a minute later.
When I step into the only bathroom at the top of the stairs, I find her waiting for me, leaning against the sink. I press into her body, letting her feel all of me. Then I raise my hand to grasp her jaw and crash my lips against hers.
“I barely made it through dinner. I’ve been thinking about being inside you since I saw you in that dress. Turn around.”
I help her twist around so her back is against my chest. Then I reach down to her legs and drag my hands up her thighs, sneaking them under her dress.
“This is going to be fast and hard. Are you ready for me, Blair?”
“Yes.”
“Bend over and place your hands on the counter.”
I unzip my pants and pull them down just enough to reach in and stroke my already hard dick. Thank God we had the talk about protection and I don’t need a condom. I can’t wait. She looks back at me, and I lean over to kiss her as I push into her dripping-wet pussy.
“Jesus, Blair. You feel so fucking good.”
I lean back up and place my hands on her hips to hold her steady as I frantically penetrate her. She’s already pulsing around me, and my spine tingles. I reach around to press on her clit so she’ll get there faster.
She pushes my hand away so she can play with herself, and I almost blow right then.
“Fuck me harder, Wyatt. I’m so close.”
My hips slap against the back of her thighs. I can’t get enough, and each thrust feels deeper. I’m so close.
“Wyatt. I’m… Oh, God.”
I see stars behind my eyes and I feel her give in to her release.
I pull her up close to me and push into her a few more times before I find my own.
“You are mine.” I kiss down the side of her neck before I turn her head and kiss her gently on the lips. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
We take a minute to put ourselves back together and head back out to the party, hoping nobody has realized we were missing. My arms stay around Blair’s body as we head outside, and I pull her onto the makeshift dance floor and sway with her to the music. It’s a perfect evening.
“Hey, beautiful.”
“Hey, handsome.”
I pull her close and nuzzle my face into the side of her neck. “This has been a pretty great summer,” I whisper.
“It has,” she says, “but I’m not sure the version of me in May would believe it if I told her how this summer would end.”
“How long do you think we need to stay so we get an invite for next year?” I ask Blair.
“I think we’ve stayed an appropriate amount of time.”
I take her hand, and we head back to the bar area to find Sophia. She’s there, standing next to Jake.
“Hey, you made it!” I say. “I’m so glad you came.”
“Lauren is missing out. I can’t believe she couldn’t make it,” Blair says as she wraps her arm around my waist and leans in for a quick kiss.
“Her trip to Mexico was planned before we knew about this. Maybe she can make it next year.” Jake’s face shifts into a look of frustration and sadness and then back to his default happiness so quickly that I would’ve missed it if I didn’t know him so well. I’ll have to ask him if everything is ok when we’re back in the office next week.
“Definitely next year.” I give him a supportive smile.
“So, I think we’re going to head out,” Blair says. “You ready, Soph?”
“I think I’ll hang for a little longer. I can grab a car to bring me back.”
We say a quick goodbye to Jake and a few others before we sneak out undetected by our host and then start the drive back to the beach house.
“Is it weird that Jake and Lauren just got back from their honeymoon and she’s already taking a trip to Mexico with her girlfriends?” Blair asks.
“Definitely weird,” I tell her, “especially since she cut the honeymoon short.”
“Please promise me you’ll never cut our honeymoon short.”
I don’t even think Blair realizes what she’s said.
“I promise,” I reply. “I’m just happy to hear there’s a honeymoon in our future.”
She drops her head into my chest, embarrassed by what she’s said, but I pull her chin up so she’s looking up at me.
“I’d marry you tomorrow if you’d let me, Blair.”
“Let’s make it through another season, and then we can talk,” she jokes.
I kiss her gently and then more intentionally, letting her know I plan to hold her to that timeline. She leans against me, resting her head on my chest, and I let my mind wander to the holiday season and what a proposal might look like. I make a mental note to go ring shopping when I’m back in LA. Then I pull Blair closer and kiss the top of her head, knowing I have so much to look forward to.