“Let’s not get on the topic of sons when yours is currently on his knees in a parking lot in front of his stepsister, who he’s been secretly married to for years.”
My attention returned to the forbidden couple.
Oh, come on, Grant. Have some fucking dignity, at least.
“Come clean, Ant. How long have they been married?”
“Let’s just say they should’ve gifted each other something copper or wool for their anniversary.”
“Why do you have to be so damn cryptic?” I snapped, opening the search browser on my phone. I typed “copper and wool anniversary” and waited for the response to populate.
“I’m not a snitch.”
“Seven years? That’s almost a decade,” I whispered harshly. “What am I going to tell Kierra?”
“Don’t tell Kierra anything, and hold those two accountable—after the wedding, of course.”
“All you care about is this damn wedding,” I snapped.
“You should care more than me since you’re footing the bill.”
“Which is bullshit because you claim that Daisy is the bride. Newsflash, Ant; they’re both the brides, and I’m sending you a bill for half of the wedding expenses.”
“Oh, God. We gotta get the hell out of here,” Anthony said, discarding the roach. “Where the fuck is my cane? Fuck it,” Anthony said before hobbling out of the bushes.
I looked up and nearly fainted when Grant eased the skirt of Kiyah’s dress up her legs to her hips.
That’s why he was getting on his knees….
I raced out of the bushes behind Anthony and quickly passed him up. By the time I reached the bar, I was panting and a little dizzy from the lack of oxygen.
“What can I get for you, sir?”
“Bourbon double shot—four of them.”
I drummed my fingers impatiently on the counter as I waited for the bartender to pour the shots.
“Y-you’re an asshole,” Anthony huffed, arriving just in time for the shots. I slid one to him, and we clinked our glasses beforedowning them. We took our second shots, and I motioned to the bartender for another round. “I forgive you,” Anthony said once he finally recovered from his sprint.
“You know what makes all of this so difficult?”
“What?”
“I could wrap my head around their relationship if I were convinced they were right for one another, but it’s clear they’re not. They don’t believe enough in their love to share it with their family and friends, and Kiyah’s prolonged absence speaks volumes.”
Anthony sighed heavily and shoved his hands into his pockets. “We shouldn’t discount how they feel about each other. You weren’t there earlier when they confessed. Is their relationship rocky? Yes, but they haven’t given up on each other.”
I snorted and accepted another shot from the bartender. “That’s the problem. Maybe they should.”
Chapter Seventeen
Grant
“That… was… amazing,” Kiyah complimented with a satisfied smile.
“Does this mean that I’m forgiven?” I hissed when she swiveled her hips, drawing out the last of my cum. I cupped her exposed breasts and brought them to my mouth. My tongue darted out, licking and swirling around her pierced nipples.
“Yes,” she moaned. “I mean… no to the forgiveness, yes to the nipple play.”