Part 3 (2/2)

It's spectacular.

”I swear I can see my house from here. It's amazing,” I tell him.

”It's crazy how the hotels look so close together from here, but if you were to walk from one to another it could take hours.”

”And some of them look so small.”

”How are you feeling?” he asks with a squeeze of my shoulder.

I look up at him. ”I'm okay. Still a little rattled. But this is worth it. Thank you for this.” Most of my fondest memories are shared with Tyler, and Sh.e.l.ly. And this just adds to them. He has a way of getting me out of my comfort zone to experience some amazing things. As we slowly walk the entire 360 degrees around the deck, when I see the Red Rocks, I remember our trip to the Grand Canyon. Shel and I were in junior high and I went on a family vacation with them. I was too afraid to get too close to the edge at the many viewpoints. At one stop, while the others were eating and taking pictures, Ty took me by the hand and led me to one of the look-outs. I didn't even realize where we were until he stopped talking and the entire abyss of the canyon was below my feet. I looked down at the gorgeous layers of rock and up into his smiling eyes, and almost cried right there. I was so happy to see it, and so happy that he cared enough to help me experience it.

”What are you thinking about?” he asks.

A smile forms on my lips. ”The Grand Canyon.”

A spark of sweetness flashes in his eyes. ”That was the first time I really held your hand. I didn't want to let you go. I can still remember the cheesy smile on your face when you looked down into the canyon. It was priceless.”

”Kind of like my cheesy smile now?”

Ty leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my temple. I close my eyes to his touch and enjoy the moment with everything I have.

Things haven't changed much since I was a kid. Ty is still helping me conquer my fears and I'm still following him around like a lovesick puppy dog.

Chapter 5

”Hey, Matty,” I call over my shoulder to my new husband. I still haven't gotten sick of calling him that. My husband. Let me say it again. My very s.e.xy, hot and sweet husband. ”Did you put Mel's wine in the freezer? You know she loves it wicked cold.”

My new husband walks into the bathroom as I'm brus.h.i.+ng mascara onto my lashes. ”Yeah, of course. I put your beer in there too.” His hands slide around my waist from behind and meet in the front. I raise a brow at him as his fingers travel under my s.h.i.+rt and the warmth of his palm on my skin sends heat pooling between my thighs.

”Oh no, buddy. They're gonna be here any minute. I can't have my brother seeing me all flushed after we get busy.”

”Get busy?” Matt laughs into my neck.

I smile at him in the mirror when his eyes meet mine. ”Knock boots?”

”Sure, just don't say b.u.mp uglies because there is nothing ugly,” his hand starts to slide down the front of my shorts, ”about this.”

Dropping the tube of makeup onto the counter, I lean into his chest and tilt my head back to press kisses to his neck.

Matty's mouth finds mine just as the doorbell sounds.

”My brother sucks!”

”Give me a minute,” he says, pus.h.i.+ng his hardness into my a.s.s. The thin material of our clothing separates us but there is no mistaking my man's wood.

I swivel my hips into him and then tear myself away. ”Later.”

”Count on it.”

”You're finally back!” Mel shouts as I open the door. Her outstretched arms circle me as she steps inside the house. My brother follows her with a shake of his head.

”You two act like it's been years since you've seen each other. It's barely been a week.” He leans over and kisses the top of my head. ”How was Harry?”

”Oh my G.o.d. Amazing. Come in and let's get some drinks, and we'll tell you all about it.” I turn on my heels and walk toward our kitchen. ”And by the way, b.u.t.tface, it's been over a week since I've seen my bestie. I don't think we've gone that long without seeing each other since ...”

”Ever,” Mel answers.

”Where's Matt?” Ty asks.

If I'm right, he's in the shower. Nothing like a dose of cold water on his nuts to get the bad boy to go down. ”He'll be out in a minute.” I try not to snicker, but I can't hide the smile spreading over my face or the shaking of my shoulders.

”Did you guys just finish doing it?” Mel asks. ”I guess the honeymoon isn't over.” My best friend flutters her brows at me and if my bro wasn't standing there glaring at me with a disgusted look on his face, I'd high five her.

”No, we didn't just do it.” Ty looks relieved, placing a hand to his chest and letting out a long breath of air. So dramatic. I can't let that go. ”But we were about to when you showed up so Matty's waiting till he's not pitching a tent in his pants before he comes out.”

”Oh G.o.d.” Ty presses his hand to his forehead. He opens the fridge, closes it, and then pulls the bottom drawer of the freezer open. He grabs a bottle, twists off the cap and downs a few gulps of brew. ”I'll be in the other room trying to forget my little sister has a husband.”

Matty chooses this time to walk into the kitchen. Ty snarls at him on his way out. ”What'd I do, bro?”

Mel pours salt in my brother's wounds. ”You're boinking his sister, who he still likes to imagine in pigtails.”

He slides up behind me and kisses my cheek with a chuckle. ”Oh, I've imagined you in pigtails too. And a plaid skirt and your s.h.i.+rt tied up to ...” The loud groan coming from the living room stops my hubby from elaborating further.

”Hey, Ty,” Mel calls out. ”Maybe we should leave. You're sister wants to do the nasty.” Her sing-song voice and booty-spanking gestures make my hubby and me crack up, and my brother growl even louder.

”Want some wine?” I ask her, not that she needs it.

”Does a bear s.h.i.+t in the woods?”

Matty pulls a single gla.s.s out of the cabinet for her while I take out our electric bottle opener. Within seconds the thing is uncorked and I'm pouring her a gla.s.s. ”I don't know why you even bother with a gla.s.s. I should just get you a straw so you don't look like such a sn.o.b drinking your grape juice with a pinky in the air.” My husband pa.s.ses me a beer and I take a swig.

”At least it's more lady-like. Every time I see you chug a beer, I feel like any minute you're gonna scratch your b.a.l.l.s and hack a loogie.”

Just for fun, I let out a big burp and scratch at my crotch dramatically.

”I'm okay with your pa.s.sing gas, but if you're gonna keep strumming your cooch, I'm leaving.” She takes her gla.s.s and follows the path to my brother.

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