Continuation 3

The night passeswith well wishes, drinks, and food. I do my best not to stare, but Ainsley is beating me at my own game. Not once have I been able to catch her eye. Not one glance, smile, or hello pass between us.

Things with Ainsley have been simple in the past. Our friendship was an easy one, but as soon as we flipped the switch from friendship to something else, things changed. Now, neither one of us seems to know how to act around each other, at least in public. If we were alone, I'd have her in my arms, we'd be talking and laughing, and kissing. It's as if we talk now, everyone would be able to see right through us, somehow know that we kissed. But avoiding each other probably raises more of a red flag.

Pulling out my phone, I send her a text.

Meet me on the patio.

I watch her from across the room, seeing her pull her phone from her purse. She reads my message and her eyes dart up, scanning the crowd in search for me. Her smile is my answer.

I wait a couple minutes before I join her. The warm Charleston breeze greets me as I step outside. I can feel Ainsley's presence before I even see or hear her. It's like a wave of heat over my body.

When she turns to me, her blue eyes are darker than usual. "Just fun," she says, and I'm not sure if she's reminding herself or me. "That's all this can be." She walks to the edge of the patio, hidden in the shadows behind some trees. She gets this look in her eyes like she's daring me to come get her.

In the game of truth or dare, I always did take the dare. It's always easier than the truth.

Her lips crash into mine. She's full of surprises. I always knew she had a little wild child in her. I just never got to be on the receiving end. I turn, pinning her up against the wall, and meet her tongue.

"Now," she whispers, undoing the zipper on my pants.

I get the feeling it's now or never. She'll lose her nerve if she thinks about it too much. Thank God, it's dark and we're a few floors up; otherwise, we'd be putting on quite a show, and probably end up on the internet somewhere.

"Christ," I whisper, reaching up her dress and sliding her panties off. I'm pretty sure I just lost my mind—I'm going to have sex with my best friend's baby sister on the patio of his engagement party. I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around me as I slam into her.

We both groan loudly then say "Shh!" to each other at the same time.

I hold her there for a second and smile. She's so wet for me, and she looks so beautiful and feels so warm wrapped around me. I want all of her and not fast and furious, but slow and savoring, but that will have to wait.