Oral Care

Chapter 6: Quite the Surprise

*** Rafael's POV ***

I wake this morning with the taste of Eve on my lips, ready to whet my appetite again, but as I grope around the giant bed aimlessly I realize that she left. I drop my head back to the pillow and reminisce about my night. The best sex I have ever had, and I was a little wild before Tara.

Speaking of Tara...I listen to her message after I shower and snack on the leftover desserts that went untouched from last night. Same Tara, different day.

"Dammit, Rafael! I am going out on a date tonight and need my Birkin. Which box did you put it in?" She screeched. I could hear her rifling around. Then she gasped. "You crushed my Jimmy Choos! You are going to owe me for every shoe and purse and article of clothing that was ruined by your carelessness!"

I stop listening, rolling my eyes at her threats. She always overreacted and I was the one who bought her that expensive shit anyway. And she likely only called to drop the nugget that she had a date. Big fucking deal, Tara. I just spent the night with a woman that put the past two years of my sex life with you to absolute shame.

And now I am in a mood. I sulk around my room, knowing I need to get out of this mindset before the wedding. I end up sitting out on the private veranda, daydreaming about what I would have done to Eve if she had stayed in bed this morning. I really want to bend her over and have a go at her from behind.

My mood improves tremendously as I daydream except now I have a raging hard-on. My phone buzzes, drawing my attention away from the salacious images of having Eve spread out before me.

Liam: Poor planning by our younger idiot brothers. We're all meeting at the Burger Shack instead of the lobby.

"Oh fuck. I'm late!" I jump out of my lounge chair and hurriedly dress. I completely whiffed on remembering the pictures my sister and soon to be brother in law were having done.

I change in record time and have to ping my brothers' locations to track down where they are. And as luck would have it, running late is the only reason why I slam into Evelyn.  My entire body heats seeing her again. She is dressed in loungewear and looks vacation comfortable. She is effortlessly beautiful, even with a chunky pair of glasses hiding half her face.

I honestly don't know what I am thinking when I double back to invite her to the reception. I mean I know I want another night with her, any man who had her the way I did would be crazy to NOT want that with her. But I don't know why I am pushing for the reception even after she turns me down. There's like a ninety percent chance that she won't come, but for some reason, I hold out hope that she has a change of heart.

"Where'd you go?" Christian asks suspiciously when I head in.

"Uh, dropped my keycard, but I found it. It's all good." I lie.

"Any word from Terror?" Marco asks, walking over.

"I think all of you who bet that she was going to show up and make a scene are going to lose." I goad them.

"Oh?" Kevin cocks an eyebrow.

"She called last night to bitch me out about some damn purse and conveniently dropped that she was going out on a date." I share.

"Aw, man. I'm sorry." Jan comments. He was always the most sensitive of us boys.

"I'm not." I retort. "She can be someone else's pain in the ass now."