Chapter 14 #2
“You taste so good,” she says, licking her lips obscenely. “I could’ve skipped baking desserts for the festival and just served you instead.”
Jesus.
She hums thoughtfully as she stands up. Then she hooks one finger under my chin and raises it, making sure my eyes are on hers. “But I wouldn’t do that, because I don’t like to share.”
A small, nervous laugh escapes me. It’s not that I don’t like hearing her say these things—it’s that I’m afraid I like hearing them way too much.
It’s also the fact that I’m coming back to reality and realizing where we are. Sure, if we got caught now, no one would be able to tell what we just did. (Unless it’s written all over my face, which it probably is.) But I don’t want her to get in trouble for having me in here with her.
“Do you want to come up to my room?” I ask, thinking of all the things I could try with her once we have privacy.
But to my disappointment, she shakes her head.
“I’d like to, but I’ve got to get this place cleaned up.
And I know I don’t have to work the festival tomorrow, but making sure everything is prepared for it has been exhausting and stressful.
I’d like to get a good night’s sleep before I see you there tomorrow. I want to enjoy it with you.”
“I totally understand,” I say. She’s made it pretty clear how she feels about Mayweather events, so it might be silly, but her agreeing to meet me at the festival makes me feel sort of special. “I just wish I could help you de-stress.”
She slides her hand into my hair and leans in to kiss me. Before moving away, she whispers in my ear, “Believe me, sweetheart, you already did.”
Sweetheart.
I’m so used to hearing that word in reference to me. America’s Country Sweetheart. But I don’t think it’s ever been spoken to me. Not like that. And it really hits differently coming from her.
I’m still in somewhat of a daze as she sends me away so she can finish up and go home.
It’s not until I’m up in my room alone that I realize she’s given me two amazing orgasms already, and I still haven’t done anything for her.
I don’t want this thing between us to be one-sided, and I also really want to explore her body.
So the next chance I get, I plan to rectify this.
In the morning, I take the inn’s shuttle van over to Main Street for the festival.
Between me and Toby, we managed to convince Andrew to get here pretty early.
The festival runs for most of the day, and a lot of the activities don’t start until later in the afternoon.
But it’s been too many years since I’ve been to Mayweather’s Summer Spectacular (yes, that’s the official name), so I want to get the full experience.
Addison is planning to meet me here a little later, which is nice, because that gives me some quality brother time. And yet, as happy as I am to hang out with Andrew, I’m feeling even more excited for the time with Addison. Does that make me a terrible sister?
I don’t plan to ditch my brother for her.
I’d like to introduce them. But ever since I woke up, I’ve been wondering exactly how I’m supposed to introduce Addison.
The news that I’m bisexual and have been fooling around with a woman isn’t something I can spring on Andrew in public when he meets her.
I already told him that I’ve made friends with her since I’ve been staying at the inn.
I just need to find the right time to tell him that it’s developed into something more than that now.
It’s not like she and I are dating, though. And most older brothers don’t want to hear about their little sisters’ fuck buddies. So I’m sure this will be an interesting conversation.
For today, I’ll continue acting like we’re just friends. But I don’t want to hide the truth from him for too long.
The van drops me off along with a handful of other guests right beside the town green, where the festival is taking place.
The rest of Main Street is blocked off for it as well.
I can see booths selling food and crafts, and children drawing on the sidewalk with chalk.
There’s a small band setup in the gazebo, and as I get closer, I hear them playing Miley Cyrus’s “Party in the USA.”
Even though Toby is almost a foot shorter than my brother, I spot him first, because he’s wearing a bright red crop top with a smiling yellow sun sequined over his chest and a pair of blue spandex shorts.
Andrew is beside him in black shorts, a black T-shirt, and black sunglasses.
With his black hair and plethora of black tattoos, the only thing on him that has any color is his pair of dark green Converse high-tops.
I make my way across the grass to them and say hi. “Nice outfit,” I tell Toby, fighting a laugh.
He shrugs good-naturedly. “Gotta get into the summer spirit.”
I nudge Andrew in the ribs. “Too bad you couldn’t get this guy into the spirit.”
Since he’s wearing sunglasses, I can’t be sure, but I have a feeling my brother rolls his eyes at me. “I’m wearing shorts, aren’t I?”
“Who’s hungry?” Toby asks, glancing eagerly around at all our options.
Remembering Addison mentioning apricot honey crepes, I look for the inn’s booth. I spot Brenden’s friendly, smiling face standing at a booth with a fancy sign that says mayweather inn. He’s got two of Addison’s cooks with him.
“I want to get some crepes,” I tell the guys.
“Ooh, hell yeah,” Toby agrees.
We head that direction, getting sidetracked with checking out a few other booths we pass on the way. Brenden greets us all enthusiastically when we reach him.
“Are you cooking the crepes?” Andrew asks suspiciously.
Brenden snorts. “Ha! No. Addison was very strict in her instructions that I was not allowed to touch the skillet. The guys are handling that. And Addison made the actual crepes herself yesterday, so all they have to do is heat them up and add the fillings.”
The menu board advertises crepes with apricot and honey; chicken, spinach, and feta; or ham, brie, and fig jam. I ask for an order of the apricot ones, and Toby seconds it. Andrew goes for the chicken. He’s never had a sweet tooth like me.
Looking at me and Toby, Brenden asks us, “Do you want whipped cream on yours?”
Toby says yes, but I’m struck with a sudden, unfortunate coughing fit. Heat spreads across my face as I recall everything Addison and I did with the whipped cream last night.
Andrew thumps me lightly on the back and says, “Yeah, she’ll take it too. She loves whipped cream.”
All I can do is nod my agreement while I try to get myself together. I might laugh about this later. If they only knew.
Since it’s still early and not everyone is here yet, we manage to snag a bench to sit down and eat.
Then we check out some of the craft booths.
Toby buys a woven bracelet in rainbow colors.
While he has Andrew tie it around his wrist, I eye a necklace with tiny colored beads spaced out along a thin, silver chain.
They’re also the rainbow colors, but it’s much more subtle.
For a few seconds, I consider getting it. I doubt Andrew or Toby would even question me if I did. But then I think about the fact that if I ever wore it on stage or in an interview, a million people out there would question it, and they’d question it loudly and aggressively.
So when Andrew asks if I’m getting anything, I tell him no, and we move on.
We stop at the face painting booth, where Toby and I both let the teenage volunteers draw flowers on our cheeks. After a minute of me pouting at Andrew and Toby poking his shoulder obnoxiously, my brother relents and sits down too, choosing a sun.
“Hey, now we match!” Toby says delightedly, pointing at his shirt as if anyone could have missed the sequined sun on it.
“Yup, we might as well be twins,” Andrew deadpans.
I’m laughing when someone behind me says, “Hey.”
Turning around, I can’t stop the grin the spreads across my face when I see Addison. “Hi! You’re here!”
She chuckles. “I said I would be.”
I grab her hand without thinking about it and tug her to stand in front of the guys. “Do you guys know Addison?”
“Only from seeing her around town,” Andrew says. Then he extends his hand to shake hers. “Hey, I’m Andrew.”
Toby introduces himself too, and then that’s it. We all start wandering again as a group. I was worried it might be weird, but of course no one questions why I invited Addison.
“We had the crepes,” I tell her as we walk. “They were so good.”
“Did you get whipped cream on top?” she asks with a smirk.
I barely manage not to have another coughing fit.