His mother moved to Lexi and wrapped her in a hug. “So glad to hear, dear.”
Parker opened her mouth and then closed it. She looked between them as if she didn’t even know where to begin, then she swallowed and walked up to Lexi. “Congratulations,” she said, hugging Lexi next after Ramsey’s mother. “I’m sure you’ll be very happy together.”
“Thank you,” Lexi whispered.
She hadn’t expected Parker to be so genuine, but she didn’t sound spiteful at all. Maybe Parker was a little shocked, but everyone seemed to be shocked.
The other couple that had been standing with Ramsey’s parents came forward and issued their own congratulatory hugs and handshakes. They said something to Ramsey that made him laugh, and it seemed then, for a second, as if all the tension had broken.
Yet, Bekah still hadn’t said anything. Lexi chanced a glance in her direction, and she wasn’t sure what she saw reflected back in Bekah’s baby-blue eyes. Was Bekah realizing that after everything, she was giving up Jack, and Lexi was still going to marry her brother? Was Bekah plotting a way to ruin it? Could she be that stupid? Lexi would never trust her to do anything less.
“Jack and I are getting a divorce,” Bekah said, straightening visibly as the words tumbled from her mouth.
The silence that had been there at Ramsey’s declaration was now nowhere to be seen. Everyone spoke at once, and Lexi couldn’t even differentiate who was speaking and where the shouting was coming from. Lexi smacked her hands over her ears and hunched slightly at the uproar.
Bekah’s announcement had shaken everyone to the core, and now, all the attention was on her—just like she liked it. Lexi glanced up at Ramsey, who looked furious. She figured it was because his sister had once again stolen his thunder.
After all, no one had even asked to see Lexi’s ring.
“Rebekah Caroline!” her father bellowed over everyone else. “Explain yourself!”
He looked beyond furious. His chest was puffed out, his eyebrows were drawn down as he surveyed his daughter, and his hand squeezed the glass of whiskey so hard that Lexi was sure he was going to break it, like in a movie.
“Daddy…” Bekah murmured.
“Do not daddy me, young lady,” he growled.
Bekah’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t look happy that everyone wasn’t already on board with this. They had only been married for two years. It was an insanely short period of time, considering her parents displeasure for each other. Not to mention, they had spent nearly a million dollars on a wedding that was now being broken so quickly afterward. Lexi couldn’t blame them for being pissed.
“He cheated on me with other women while we were married. I can’t continue to be with someone who cares so little for our marriage…and for me.”
In that moment, Lexi was glad that she had met with Jack, and she had already known this was coming because she was sure that she would have snorted with laughter at the comment any other time. As it was, she was already well aware of Bekah’s accusations.
“Do you have proof of this?” her father asked.
“Yes,” she said confidently.
Lexi wondered what that proof was. Had Bekah hired a private investigator? Was there video evidence or just pictures? No. Lexi was not part of this case. She was not going to be an attorney at the moment. She was just Lexi—hearing about the person she hated and the man she had loved splitting up. She could just be happy about it while everyone else freaked out.
Then, she looked at Bekah and took her in from head to toe. Maybe Jack hadn’t been lying. Bekah was too confident, and Lexi never trusted her when she got like that. Could Bekah be bluffing?
“At least the prenup will hold,” her father said, still clearly angry but deflating.
“Prenup?” Lexi immediately asked.
Jack hadn’t mentioned a prenup. Shit, shit, shit! This could be very bad. They could mean to bury him.
“Of course,” Bekah said as if it were a common practice. “I wanted to protect myself.”
Lexi knew she shouldn’t ask, but she had to know. “Did you include an infidelity clause?”
Bekah smiled that evil smile, the one Lexi had learned to associate with only Bekah’s worst ideas. “I said I needed to protect myself.”
“I guess I don’t have that much stuff,” Lexi said.
“No, you really don’t. I didn’t realize you were such a minimalist,” Ramsey said with a smirk. “Then, I look in the closet.”
Lexi shrugged. “I had priorities in law school.”
“Like spending all of your nonexistent money on clothes?”
“Like raiding my best friend’s closet. Seriously, Chyna trashes things after she’s worn them once.”
“We might have to rearrange once we unpack everything,” Ramsey said with a shake of his head as he looked at the piles and piles of clothes.
“Yeah…like move your stuff to the guest bedroom,” she said with a giggle.
“Ha! Good luck with that.” Ramsey took a step forward into her personal space and forced her to look up at him.
Her breath caught, and she tried to keep the lustful thoughts at bay. They still had quite a bit of work to do. Not to mention, after moving all of her things into his apartment that had arrived from New York this morning, she needed a shower.
“Don’t make me use my womanly wiles on you.”
“Is that an option?” he asked, ducking his head and planting a kiss on her lips. His handed gripped the back of her T-shirt.
Stepping out of the embrace, she threw her hands up. “Ew, I’m seriously gross right now.”
“I think you’re beautiful.”
“Beautiful, and in need of a shower,” Lexi said, backing toward the bathroom.
“I could join you…” He trailed off as he backed her into the bathroom. His hands pawed at her shirt, which he quickly guided over her head to where it belonged…on the floor.
“I mean, if you insist,” Lexi murmured.
He slid her running shorts to the ground. “Oh, I insist,” he said, admiringly sliding his hands down her slight curves.
Ramsey backed up a step to flip the walk-in shower to its hottest setting before locating two towels and placing them on the counter. Lexi stripped out of her bra and thong, and then she walked right into the steamy glass shower. As Ramsey watched, she eased back into the spray, closed her eyes, and let her head dip back into the water. She heard him groan, and a smile played on her face.
A few seconds passed, and then Ramsey entered the shower. His hands retraced their earlier progression down her now wet body. She breathed in sharply when they moved back up to her breasts and flicked gently against her erect nipples. He leaned forward and took one in his mouth, pushing them both through the shower and back against the tiled wall. Lexi gasped from both the feel of him against her and the cold tiles behind her.
She wound her fingers into his hair and breathed in the air, thick with steam. He hoisted her leg up around his waist, pressing her harder against the wall.
“Fuck,” she cried as she felt the length of him slide between her legs.
“God, I missed you, Lexi,” Ramsey growled against her throat. “I don’t ever want you to go away again.”
“A month in New York was too long,” she agreed, arching her back and swirling her hips invitingly.
“Much too long.”
Ramsey pulled her off the wall, turned her around, and bent her over at the waist. She followed his lead without complaint. She didn’t care how sore she was from carrying boxes and unpacking today. The only thing she could think about right now was the feel of his hands on her body and how much she wanted him.
He took her in one stroke, and she gripped the bench before her. Her body moved in time with his as he pulled out and thrust back into her deeply. The water cascaded down their bodies, dripping from her long brown hair and making them slick and slippery.
But all of that was lost on her as he plunged deeper into her each time. Her body tightened all around him, begging him to give her more. His hands dug into her hips to gain more leverage. Her eyes closed, and she arched her back, feeling the familiar ripples of the climax starting at her core.