53 Letters For My Lover by Leylah Attar

Author:Leylah Attar [Attar, Leylah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pitch73 Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

28. Tsunami

August 4th, 1996

“Are you kidding?” asks Ryan. “You’re going to serve us year-old cake?”

“It’s a tradition,” replies Jayne. “And it’s been carefully preserved. I didn’t even have to re-frost it.”

“I don’t know.” Ryan eyes the thawed out top of Jayne and Matt’s wedding cake. “Can I just get another hamburger instead?”

“Ellen.” Jayne turns to his wife. “Can you talk some sense into my brother?”

The deep, heavy rumble of a motorbike cuts her short.

“Holy shit!” Ryan gets up as the fire-engine red steel and chrome machine rolls into the driveway. “I’ll be damned!” He races off towards it.

Tough boots, snug jeans and a wicked black leather jacket—trouble cruising for a place to land. Even with the sleek, dark helmet, I know the sexy, assured way Troy carries himself—feet planted wide, the broad measure of his shoulders, the chest that cradles my cheek.

“Who’s that?” asks one of the guests.

“Down, girl,” says Jayne. “There’s a waiting list.”

“Does it look like I care?” she replies.

“That’s a Ducati 916,” says Hafez, more interested in the hardware.

The men make their way, gathering around the bike like schoolboys around a shiny, new toy.

“Helllllooo?” yells Jayne. “Cake-cutting going on here!”

“Come on, guys,” says Matt. “Before my wife serves my head instead of cake.”

“Hello, Jayne.” Troy gives her a peck on the cheek.

“Making a splash as always?”

“Sorry. Bad timing?”

“You’ll just have to make it up to me,” replies Jayne. “Maybe a ride on that sexy thing after wards?”

“You got it, Mrs. Cavelry.”

“Happy Anniversary!” We clap as Jayne and Matt cut into the cake.

My eyes find Troy’s over the cheering. I’m immobilized by the rawness he pins me down with. That intense sexual tension, yes, but something else, a slow inner smoldering, like a heart on fire.

“Where are Natasha and Zain?” I ask Hafez.

“In the back with the other kids. Matt set up a trampoline and a sprinkler to keep them busy.”

“I’ll go check on them.” I need to get away, to breathe. I’m completely unprepared to see him.

“Shayda.” Jayne stops me. “Would you mind rustling some lunch up for Troy?” She turns to him. “I should let you go hungry for showing up so late, but there are lots of leftovers inside. Tell Shayda what you want.”

Tell Shayda what you want. I almost laugh at the irony of it.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” I say as he follows me into the kitchen.

“I rescheduled New York.”

I can feel the heat of his body behind me as I open the large foil dishes. Hamburgers, chicken, corn on the cob, coleslaw....

His hand halts mine as I reach for the plate, pressing my palm flat against the counter. His other arm comes up from behind, circling my waist.

“Troy—”

He swings me around and captures my lips in a rough, savage kiss, branding me with his possession, rendering me defenseless. I push against him, but he forces one leg between mine, slanting his mouth to deepen the kiss. His hands slide into my hair, tugging my head back, plundering my mouth with his tongue. Blood roars through my veins, a rushing boom-boom-boom, drowning out where I am, who I am.

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