All Of Her (Fantasy Heights) by Meg Silver Read Free Book Online Page B

treasure chest.
    She fished inside for something she’d seen last time, and caught the soft, small bullet vibrator with her fingertips.
    Thomas’s free hand clamped down over hers. He lifted his head. “No. Don’t you dare. If you even look at me the wrong way right now, I’ll pop.”
    “And that would be bad because...?”
    He lowered his head, snarling and humming against her, pumping and twisting his fingers so hard that she could do nothing but throw her head back and try to fight off the inevitable.
    He won, of course. The moment she started to come he substituted his tongue for his fingers, tasting and thrusting, warm and wet.
    She was half mad at him when she wound down enough to think straight. But then she saw him lying beside her, propped up on one elbow, wearing a singularly smug, self-satisfied look that made her laugh instead.
    Proud of himself. The man took great pride in making her come so hard she lost her senses. And when she reached down to begin massaging the tip of his cock, he simply rolled onto his back and let her return the favor.
    She was still thinking of it the following Saturday, as they parked the car and walked into the public gardens where Darren and Shelley were about to be married. Josh hardly looked like himself in a lightweight, navy suit. Extremely handsome and distinguished, rather than the more All-American, hard-working Joe she was used to. Thomas, on the other hand, looked very at home in his grey, stylishly cut suit with black tie and white shirt.
    Leading this embarrassment of riches into a family wedding was just a hair on the unnerving side. Her father, mother, and stepmother looked as if they scarcely knew what to say. She knew her father, at least, would want to know who Josh and Thomas were, and whether he needed to knock any heads.
    Her mother, Veronica, appeared slightly bewildered by the whole thing, but then Mom pretty much looked that way all the time. Sobriety wasn’t her strong suit. Neither was mothering, and Amanda wasn’t sure she liked the distinctly jealous quality to her demeanor.
    Trisha, her stepmother, made her feel the most comfortable. Trisha shook Josh’s hand and then Thomas’s, finally taking Amanda’s and leaning in to whisper. “You’re very brave. Thank you for coming.”
    Amanda managed a small smile. She’d surrounded herself in a cushion of numb acceptance, ready to deflect any barbs or curious looks with firm resolve. This wedding they were about to attend had cost her damned near everything: her peaceful, secure future. Her job. Her self-confidence. Her self-image. Everywhere she looked, she caught someone staring, as if they couldn’t believe she’d had the nerve to show her face.
    She couldn’t quite believe it herself. If she hadn’t used the wedding as a bargaining chip, she might not have followed through, or had Josh and Thomas as gorgeous meat shields to protect her through it. But she felt all right as they took seats on the bride’s side. The guys flanked her, looking around at everyone else, and not without a distinct note of intimidation. They were flat-out daring anyone to make her feel bad.
    She found it slightly amusing that they gave no one a single clue as to who they might be or what type of relationship they might share. Neither of them draped an arm over the back of her chair. Neither of them took her hand, though they did offer the occasional whisper, asking questions about how long her parents had been divorced, and whether or not she and Trisha got along.
    They stopped short of asking about Shelley, or ran out of time. One of the two. Before she knew it, Darren had come out with his groomsmen. Seeing him now for the first time since she’d taken off, she didn’t feel as unaffected as she’d hoped. It still hurt to know that he’d decided she wasn’t good enough for him. A weary, jaded void inside couldn’t even conjure up the juice to wish him and her stepsister ill. They would break each other’s hearts