Chapter 26 Flo
“What kind of food do you think they’ll be?
I hope nothing has garlic in it. I don’t need my breath smelling when trying to pick up women,” Sam mutters as we walk up to the gardens Mae and Nathan have hired out for their engagement party.
Sam’s been growing his hair out—it’s no longer as cropped as it was when I first met him—and has pushed it back with some texture spray he was filling up the car with.
I swear, I inhaled more of it than he actually got in his hair.
“Flo, you’re a woman. Long hair, or short hair.” Sam points to his head, and I respond with, “Whichever answer will steer us away from this conversation. You’ve asked me ten times already.”
“It’s an engagement party. This isn’t about you finding someone to fuck,” Evan grumbles.
“Well, I need a date for the annual sports dinner. I don’t want to show up looking like a loser with no one.”
“I’ll be your date,” I tease, and Evan grits out, “Not a chance,” with his arm snaked around my waist. Sam’s gaze shifts from me to him, then back to me again.
“As much as I like you, Flo, I’ll end up getting punched if I take you as a date, and I need this pretty face. It’s all I’ve got.” He swipes his hand along his jaw like he’s posing for a camera. “Speaking of dates, who are you taking, West? You can’t bring your mom, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
Evan’s throat bobs as he laughs, but then he looks at me. “I might not go.”
“Oh, no, you can’t pull that one. We all have to attend. Peter’s orders,” Bennett complains. “Leo doesn’t count as a date, by the way.”
Leo isn’t attending the engagement party tonight.
We were stuck for a babysitter, and so I called up my sister, Megan, and asked if Leo could spend the evening with her and Mollie, which took Evan a little bit of convincing, but as long as Megan gives us a call in the middle of the evening to let us know how Leo is getting on, he said he was fine with it.
Evan rolls his eyes before they land on me. “Fine, I was thinking…” He hums, fighting with himself.
“Me?” I question, shocked. “You don’t want me to stay at home with Leo? What about people seeing—”
“Relax, Flo,” Sam says. “Everyone there will be of status and too engrossed in themselves to care about who you are. No photos are allowed inside, too, and Evan always sneaks through the back entrance with Leo so he’s not spotted.
You won’t end up on the front page of a magazine as Evan’s new woman, don’t panic.
” He then shoots me a wink. “Unless you want to be.”
I shove him, and he nearly topples over into a nearby flowerbed.
The gardens are beautiful. The hedges are precisely trimmed by hand, all in exquisite shapes, like swans and mermaid tails. Roses bloom everywhere you look, and the air smells fresh, like lemon and expensive fizz.
In fact, as we round the corner, a waiter with her hand behind her back greets us with a tray full of champagne, and we all grab a glass, besides Bennett, who’s driving.
He said he had a headache and didn’t want to drink tonight, but I have a feeling it’s really just because he’s concerned he’s going to run into Mason again, and wants an easy escape in case he pisses him off again.
“You’re here!” Mae cheers, rushing up to us with Nathan by her side. She’s dressed in a beautiful pale pink lace dress with a low neck, trailing by her feet, brushing the grass when she walks, and Nathan’s in a shirt and slacks.
“Is Poppy not here yet?” I ask, peering around at the garden full of people. I don’t spot a short blonde.
“She’s inside.”
“With Mason?” I pry, and she shakes her head and says, “No, Mason couldn’t make it.”
Bennett immediately perks up hearing that, and I don’t fail to notice how his shoulders and jaw lose the tension they were previously holding.
“You have to come and explore the garden.” Mae grips my hand with excitement and leads me to the white and brown gazebo at the top of the hill, overlooking the entire venue.
A slow-running stream, cutting the bright green and freshly clipped grass in half.
A regal reception hall, with guests dressed in elegant attire mingling inside.
Bushes blooming with different shades of pinks, yellows and reds.
Full, bushy trees overhead, blocking the view of the gazebo from the reception hall, but the leaves are sparse enough that we can peek through and spy on Bennett greeting Poppy with a grin resembling a Cheshire cat.
“Mae, this is absolutely stunning,” I say breathlessly, hand to my mouth. I take another look at her, having to stop my eyes from filling with tears. “You’re absolutely stunning.”
“Stop it, you’re going to make me cry.” My best friend flaps her arms, her lips trembling with a mixture of laughter and a joyful sob. We embrace, and when she pulls back and asks me, “Will you be my maid of honour?” I have to cover my face so Mae can’t see me cry.
“Flo,” she coos, wrapping me up in her arms. “Come on. Did you really think I was going to ask anyone else?”
“Well, no,” I laugh, “but hearing you say it has hit me like a ton of bricks.”
“On your period?” Mae asks me, knowing I’m not an overly emotional person, and I immediately nod.
“Yep.” I dab at my face, stepping back from her, and we take a seat on the bench inside the gazebo beside the full-length mirror hammered onto the wall, and laugh at each other, our faces smudged with flecks of mascara.
Once we’ve calmed down, we spin to notice Evan and Nathan making their way up the hill, but as soon as Evan spots me, his eyebrows drop. “You’ve been crying.” He marches towards me. “Why have you been crying?”
Mae rushes to Nathan’s side and jabs him in the side, and he returns one with a twitchy smirk.
“We’ll leave you two for a few minutes,” Nathan says casually, beginning to whistle, and slinging his arm around his fiancée, both of them sauntering down the hill. I have a feeling the timing of all of that was planned.
“They’re happy tears, Evan. Mae asked me to be her maid of honour.”
Happiness lights up Evan’s face. “Of course she did.”
“So, at least we know we’ll see each other again at the wedding.”
His lips fall flat. “Yeah.”
We fall into a comfortable silence.
“Leo’s really going to miss you, you know?”
My throat works. This man knows I’m menstruating, and he’s choosing now to bring that up?
“I’m going to miss him, too.” I look up. “And as annoying as you are, I’ll miss you as well, Evan.”
He offers me a sad smile. “I know. I’ll miss you as well, trouble.”
“I never knew I liked kids so much. But then again, I think it might just be your kid that I like.”
“I did make a pretty great kid.”
Reaching up onto my tiptoes with a beam, I press my mouth to Evan’s, and he immediately deepens the kiss. His arms wind around me, so we’re chest to chest, and I cling to his shirt like my life depends on it. Because right now, it feels like it does.
I’ve been sweeping mine and Evan’s future under the carpet because thinking about it scares me. No man is going to wait six months for someone. By the time I come back to Missarali, I’m sure he’ll have moved on, or possibly even have found someone—a new mother for Leo.
I don’t want to think about that, though. This day is supposed to be happy. I have Evan at my fingertips right now, and that’s all that matters.
I immediately drop to my knees with a quiet thud.
“What are you doing?”
“Undo your belt.”
“Flo…” Evan’s head twists to peer down the hill.
“Your belt. Undo it, West.”
“Well, isn’t someone bossy tonight?” He smiles.
Goosebumps erupt along my skin. “I’m always bossy.”
“And I like it very much. Will cum make your blood sugar spike?”
“Shut up.” I’m pulling his cock free the second he shuffles his slacks down, and my mouth waters, especially when I look up to see him leaning against the pillar in the gazebo, hands behind his head.
Golden hour is settling upon us, and it hits this man in the most delicious way possible. I open my mouth and allow his dick to slide up and down my tongue. He’s so sweet and salty at once, and it takes all of my self-control not to rush and take him all.
“Fuck, you look so pretty like this, Flo. About to get face fucked.”
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely,” Evan says huskily right when I grip the base of his dick, tongue lapping at the head. “Suck, baby. Let me see what that mouth can do.”
I wrap my lips around him.
“Jesus Christ, Flo.” He tips his head back, and I smile with his dick in my mouth at how needy he sounds. The man is almost whimpering for me, and I fucking love it.
This isn’t just a blowjob. This is me, letting my walls drop, showing him that what we have means something, and always will do, no matter the outcome of all of this.
My tongue swirls around his head as I bop up and down, enjoying the sensation as Evan’s hips start to move. Each slow and soft thrust reaches the back of my throat, and my eyes water for the second time today as I take him. All of him.
“That’s it. Good girl. Take it all.”
His movements are torturous and slow, almost like he enjoys punishing himself, so I decide to brace my flat palms on his muscular thighs and hold his body captive, sucking him harder and faster. I want the control today. I want to give him this.
“Fuck.” His eyes are trained on me, and he tangles one of his hands in my hair, gripping the strands tightly.
It’s not enough to hurt, but it elongates my neck slightly.
“This mouth is fucking magic, trouble. Do you like this? Do you like looking up at me with a mouth full of cock while everyone else is none the wiser down there?” He inclines his head towards the reception hall down below.
Offering Evan a small nod, he continues.
“What would they say if they knew how secretly dirty you are? What would they think about this, Flo? That you’re sucking my dick out here in the open?”
I’m so turned on, pointed nipples scraping against Evan’s knees, my entire body tingling.
“Do you think I’d want to stop if someone were to come up here and see us? You look too good sucking me, Flo. Too damn good to stop this.” My irises drop, and in a beat, a hand is cupping my cheek. “Eyes on me, baby.”
Sliding myself up and down Evan’s length, I ensure I don’t move my vision from his. The eye contact is hot.
I finally let him splay his hand on the back of my skull, using it as an anchor so he can fuck my mouth. He groans, and his dick pulses, indicating he’s close.
“My girl,” he says. “My. Fucking. Girl.” A thick thrust of his hips separates each word.
His fucking girl.
Holy shit.
“Watch yourself for me.” Evan hooks one finger under my chin and angles my head at the same time he steps to the side so we are parallel to the long mirror, and my eyes find myself.
Crouched down.
Knees spread with Evan’s feet in between them.
Wide mouth, full of his dick.
Damn, I wish I weren’t on my period and could reach into my panties to sink my digits into myself, but I’m glad this is about Evan.
He’s spent so long making sure everyone else is happy and safe.
He deserves this. He deserves everything he wants from life, especially when it’s what I hope is the hottest blowjob he’s ever had in his life under a gazebo from his smart-mouthed nanny.
“Tell me this is the best blowjob you’ve ever had.”
“This is the hottest fucking blowjob of my life, Flo.” The veins in his neck pulse. “So fucking hot. Keep watching yourself.”
I make eye contact with myself, focusing on how Evan’s cock pistons my wide mouth, his head also turned so he can watch as if we were a movie playing in front of him. Heat blossoms across my chest at the exact moment our gazes clash. I must look so needy. So desperate. For him. Only him.
Holy shit.
“Flo, baby, you’re going to make me—”
That encourages me to suck harder, and I twist the base of his cock as I feel it twitch in my mouth. Refusing to let Evan pull out, I swallow him as he empties onto my tongue, flicking it over the head of his cock again and again, until I feel him shiver under my soft touch.
His greys are grateful. Intense. Loving, almost.
I stand, kissing him softly, smiling since I know he can taste himself on my lips. “Come on. Let’s go and get a drink. I’m parched.”