NOT ONE FOR small talk, Cal Stevens and I don’t really exchange many words. Needless to say, meeting the parents isn’t exactly my forte. I get along with Ashley’s parents just fine, but I’ve been protecting their son for almost a decade; not to mention, Deb and Kirk are a couple of the most inviting people in the world—and I’m not fucking their daughter.
Luckily, Jill fills the silence, eliminating any awkwardness as I drive them from the airport to the hotel. By the time we get them checked in, we’ve got a half an hour to kill before we leave for the rehearsal at tomorrow’s wedding venue. As the three of us ride the elevator up to the third floor, I don’t say a word—too busy trying to keep my shit together. Having Jill in tasting distance without the ability to actually taste her is a fucking mind game. If it weren’t for her father, I’d have her up against the wall right now.
In an attempt to keep my dick from getting hard, I count the seconds before the elevator chimes, the doors opening into the center of a long corridor of rooms stretching on either side of us. I step out with no hesitation, heading toward their assigned rooms. Jill won’t be sleeping here tonight, but the room is hers until she leaves Sunday morning. When I realize that her and her dad’s doors are right next to each other, I make a mental note to check into a room on another floor. No way in hell can I fuck her with her dad staying right next to her.
“Okay, so, we’ll meet down in the lobby in a half an hour?” Jill asks, looking over at Cal.
He looks at me, down at my hand wrapped around the strap of Jill’s bag, and then at Jill before he answers. “Half an hour.” He forces a smile. I don’t. I dip my chin at him before Jill opens the door, stepping over the threshold and holding it open for me.
The second the door slams closed, I’ve got her around the hips, lifting her from her feet as I press her against the wall. She gasps, spreading her legs as she hooks them around me, giving me the opening I need. I crash my mouth against hers, thrusting my tongue between her parted lips. My dick jerks as she hums, reaching up to grip her fingers in my hair, and I curse my need for her. I want her so much, I can hardly even think straight.
She kisses me deep and wild, and I own her mouth completely—but it’s not enough.
“Fuck,” I groan. Digging my fingers into the fleshy curves of her ass, I carry her further into the room. “Don’t have time to take you the way I want, baby.”
Panting, her teeth graze over my jaw as she whimpers in protest. My cock bulges in my jeans, and I grunt, setting her on top of the dresser. Her legs tighten around me, pulling me closer, and my hard-on rubs against her center.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she breathes, peppering my face with kisses.
“Dammit, Jill—we can’t do this.”
She pulls away from me abruptly, the look on her face making my balls ache. I take hold of the side of her neck, lifting her chin with my thumb as I stare down into her gorgeous blue eyes. “Here. We can’t do this here.” Touching my forehead to hers, I mutter, “Baby, I’m going to make you come so hard, they’ll hear you at the end of the hall, understand me? We cannot do this—here.”
She nods, but squeezes her legs around me anyway. Bunching my shirt in her hands, she closes her eyes and whispers, “Please? Will you please at least touch me? I’ve needed you for so long—I feel like I’ve been waiting forever.” She arches her back, pressing her tits against me, and I grind my teeth together, willing myself to stay in control. She then brings her lips to my ear and moans, “I’m wet, Lee.”
A growl crawls up my throat, my hands moving to unfasten the top button of her little, pink shorts. I open the zipper, then tug hard at the hem. Her hands fly to the dresser, her legs falling away from me as she lifts herself up, allowing me to strip her shorts off completely. Pushing her lacey panties out of my way, I waste no time thrusting two fingers inside of her.
“Leo!” she gasps, clapping a hand onto my shoulder.
“Fuck, baby,” I mutter, seeking out her lips once more.
I swallow her moan, and she circles her arms around my shoulders, her hips rocking in tandem with my fingers. I plunge them deep, coaxing more of her arousal as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. She feels so good, her pussy a hot, slick, welcoming promise I intend to take the next chance I get.
Keeping my dick in mind, I seek to bring her to orgasm sooner rather than later. I curl my fingers inside of her and search for her sweet spot. I know I’ve found it when her whole body goes taut, a deep groan sounding from the back of her throat. With my free hand, I feel my way underneath her tank top, reaching for the cup of her bra and wrenching it down, freeing one of her tits. I rub her peaked nipple between my thumb and my finger, keeping it gentle, wanting her to beg for it.
“Leo,” she pants, her hands anxiously roaming all over me. “Harder—harder, Lee!”
“Give me your mouth, baby,” I demand.
She doesn’t hesitate, pressing her lips against mine. In exchange for her obedience, I pinch her nipple until she shrieks into my mouth, her knees pressing against my hips as her cunt clenches around my fingers. I continue to glide in and out of her slowly as she comes down from her release, her body resting limply against mine. When I finally pull out, I bring my fingers straight to my mouth, and she watches me suck them clean. Then I kiss her, allowing her to taste the sweetness of her pussy.
“Christ—how the fuck am I going to keep my dick in check until tomorrow?”
“You know I’d come back with you if Corie hadn’t asked.”
I nod, forcing myself to remember that Jill’s here for the bride—and the bride wants to spend her last night as a single woman with her best friend.
“It won’t be easy for me either,” she whispers. “And I hate that we only get one night.”
Not wishing to think about it, I press a hard, short kiss to her lips and then lean down to grab her shorts. “Better get dressed.”
“I brought a dress,” she murmurs, fidgeting with her shorts. “I’ll just be a minute.”
“Meet me downstairs,” I grunt, heading for the door.
“Wait—you don’t have to—”
“We have one night, Jill, and I sure as fuck do not intend to waste a minute of it dealing with check-in. I’m going to get a room. Meet me downstairs.”
Pursing her lips in a failed attempt to fight a grin, she nods her head in agreement, and I set out to complete my task.
AS IS MY way, I make myself comfortable on the periphery of the room. Sitting on the edge of the top pair of steps that lead from the den into the kitchen, I lean my shoulder against the short wall supporting the cabinets beside me, and I watch her. Much as I don’t want to admit it, I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of her since I spotted her at the airport.
The rehearsal for the wedding lasted all of twenty minutes. Ashley and Corie aren’t doing it up big—no bridesmaids or groomsmen, only a small, intimate ceremony of close friends and family—so there wasn’t much to rehearse. When they were finished, Corie took Jill on a tour of the grounds while I stood nearby as Cal and Ashley became better acquainted. Watching the two of them served as a pestering reminder that Jill deserves more than what I’m capable of giving. The fucked up part is that I can’t find it in me to give a shit.
I’m not that guy you bring home to meet your family. I don’t believe that blood runs thicker than water, and I’ve never been one to place parents on any pedestal. They’re people, like everybody else. Other than the fact that Cal is part of the reason Jill walks this earth, I don’t know shit about the guy—which means I don’t trust him anymore than he trusts me. Like anyone else, he’ll have to earn my trust. Like everyone else, I’ll know if he deserves it by simply observing him.
Except, right now, the only person I seem to be able to concern myself with is Jill.
Deb and Kirk offered to host the rehearsal dinner at their home, so we all came back to the house to eat. We’ve been here for hours now. As much as I want to take Jill into any one of the empty rooms in this place and bury my dick inside of her, I’m strangely content to simply watch her. Engulfed in one of a couple conversations that are taking place in the heart of the room, she’s made herself comfortable on the arm of the couch, just beside her dad. Every so often, she’ll look my way and catch me staring—and every single time, she smiles at me, her blue eyes lighting up before she looks away.
It’s that right there that does me in. I can hardly comprehend the ways in which she seems to intrinsically understand me; if not understand than tolerate me and the traits that I have no intention of changing for her, or anyone else. It was different a month ago. What we had wasn’t this. Obviously, the sex was great. Better than great. Memorable, even. Outside of the bedroom, she didn’t bitch about me. Not that she would have a leg to stand on. The rules between us were simple. In my room, she was naked and she was mine. Outside of my room, there were no expectations. Now, lines are blurred. Rules are left undefined. It’s complicated. Yet, be that as it may, she’s not casting forlorn glances in my direction every five minutes. On the contrary, she smiles at me from across the room.
When Deb announces that dessert is ready, everyone passes by me as they make their way into the kitchen. Jill trails behind them all; but rather than sit next to me, she walks by me, too. Only, as she goes, she grazes her fingertips in a feather-light touch over and around my shoulder, then across the back of my neck. She’s gone in a second, but that one touch shoots a zing straight down my back, causing my dick to stir—as if I need the reminder that what I crave, who I crave, is here.
Shit. I’m so fucked for her.
SCOTTIE, MELANIE’S BOYFRIEND, offers to take Cal back to the hotel, as it’s on his way home. I won’t lie and say that I’m not relieved. Being alone with Jill’s father, closed up in a vehicle, is not exactly my idea of a good time. At this point, I have nothing against the guy, I just have no fucking clue what we’d talk about. He doesn’t strike me as a man who can appreciate the silence. Fortunately, that’s not my problem to deal with tonight.
As we’re all shooed out of the Hick’s residence so the bride can get some sleep, I catch Jill’s eye. Without a word, she follows me outside, and we linger on the porch as Frank and his girlfriend, Aubrey, climb into the SUV we rented for the weekend. Finally somewhat alone, I don’t think twice before I hook my arm around Jill, lifting her from her feet as I claim her mouth with my own. She doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as she does so. When I reach around with my free hand and grab a handful of her ass, she squeaks in surprise, then giggles, severing our connection.
God—that damn giggle.
“Guess this is goodnight,” I grumble.
“I guess so.” Holding me closer, she whispers, “Text me when you get to Ashley’s?”
Smirking, I ask, “You trying to look out for me, now?”
She leans toward me, lining up our lips before she murmurs, “Someone’s got to.”
I tighten my arm around her, and she gasps. I take advantage, plunging my tongue into her mouth, all the while surrendering to the truth that this woman has my dick in the palm of her hand.