Chapter 5
Bridget made it through the night in one piece, but she didn’t get much sleep. She dreaded the next day and facing Roy with that dress on again. How could she avoid him so this disaster didn’t happen again?
Strategy #1: Don’t go to any more drunken parlor games.
Strategy #2: Don’t go anywhere people are dancing and music is playing.
Strategy #3: Don’t look at him with that dress on.
She had to look at herself in the mirror when she put it on, though. She never knew putting on a dress could be so difficult. She saw herself in the mirror, and she saw what he saw when he looked at her. He saw her ass jutting out over her voluptuous thighs. He saw her bust sticking out below her deep cleavage. He saw her ivory neck rising from her sloping shoulders.
She turned herself on looking like that. No wonder he wanted to touch her. She had to hold back from touching herself thinking about him. She caught herself turning around to look at her ass. She thought about sticking it out for him to admire.
She could keep all those thoughts to herself. She could keep them all locked up in her heart and body and mind so he never knew how much she really wanted it. Once she got home to her apartment, she could touch herself all she liked. She didn’t need a man like that to do it for her.
She got herself dressed and her hair done up in time to meet Sheila at the elevator. As long as Bridget stayed in Sheila’s company, nothing could happen to her, right? She stuck close to her friend all the way down to the dining room. Family and friends from both sides clustered around the bride and groom. Rapid fire conversation bubbled through the room.
Bridget glanced around, but she didn’t see Roy anywhere. Her heart sank. Why on earth should her heart sink? Didn’t she just resolve to avoid him with extreme prejudice?
She shouldered her way through the crowd to Ben’s side. “What did you decide about where I should stand? Do you want me to stand on the bride’s side or the groom’s side?”
Ben glanced around. Then he blushed. “We didn’t decide anything. We forgot all about it.”
“Well, what do you want me to do? You have to decide before the ceremony.”
The whole place erupted in conflicting opinions. Bridget waited, but they didn’t come to any decision. The minutes ticked by, but no one came any closer to a decision. Ben waved both hands. “I don’t care. Just stand wherever you want to.”
Bridget relaxed. “Great. I’ll stand with the bride.”
He nodded. “Good. That’s settled.” He turned away to talk to Tommy.
Tommy restarted the glorious tale of his exploits with Sheila last night. Bridget couldn’t listen to this. She moved through the crowd, but something kept her restless. Wedding jitters, maybe?
All of a sudden, Sheila bustled up to her. She gasped out loud. “You forgot your corsage, Bridget.”
Bridget spun around. “What corsage? I never knew I had a corsage.”
“Everyone in the wedding party is supposed to have one. See?” She stuck her bust in Bridget’s face to show the flower arrangement. “Didn’t the florist put it on the table in your room?”
Bridget didn’t know which way to turn. “I never even knew it was there. I didn’t know to look for it. Are you sure I’ve got one?”
Sheila shoved her toward the door. “Quick! Go get it before the ceremony starts.”
Bridget dug her heels into the carpet. “There isn’t time to go racing all over the hotel. I have to be here to take my place in the vestry.”
“Go!” Sheila hissed. “The sooner you go get it, the sooner you’ll get back. Everyone in the wedding party has to have one so we all look the same.”
Bridget hurried out of the dining room and back to the elevator when she thought better of it. She didn’t have time to stand around waiting. She took the stairs instead. She ran all the way up to her room, but when she flung the door open, she didn’t find any corsage on the table. She gave the room a quick inspection and left.
She didn’t run back down the stairs, though. She walked. Already her dress stuck to her body with her sweat, and her cheeks flushed rosy red. She cursed Sheila in her heart. Sheila sent her on a wild goose chase for some non-existent corsage.
She got to the bottom of the stairs and exited into the lobby on her way back to the dining room when she caught sight of Roy coming the other way. He saw her at the same moment. His eyes danced down her body to her dress swishing over her curves and back up to her face. The same admiring glint shone in his eyes.
This time, she didn’t lower her gaze from that appraising stare. What did she have to shrink from? Why couldn’t she just admit she wanted him the way he wanted her? Why couldn’t she have him if she wanted him?
So he saw what he wanted and took it. She could do the same thing. He was the hottest, most domineering, most self-assured man she ever met, and he wanted her. He worshiped her curvy form. He tasted her delectable kisses and danced with her outside the dining room.
She wanted him. Her whole body screamed for him. Why fight it? Her eyes darted down his sturdy frame. His skin lay secret and warm under his tux. A thick cock tucked inside his pants. He was pure, primal male.
She wanted to devour him. She wanted to crack him open and have her way with him. Now he was something to eat to her, something delicious. He made her so damn hot. Everything he said and did made sense, from the moment he called her a tart in the vestry.
She never slackened her stride. She headed straight for him, and he moved toward her with his steady swinging gait. He saw. He knew. She was coming for him, and he was coming for her.
Her heartbeat quickened. Could she do it? Yes! She could and she would and she would love it. At the last second, her hand shot out to grab his. She pulled him behind a potted palm tree and backed against the wall.
He was on her so fast he sucked the air from her lungs. She threw her arms around his neck, and their mouths crashed together in torrential kisses. He let out little moans of excitement. He mauled her mouth harder and faster than ever. His tongue marauded through her mouth on its campaign of conquest.
His muscled chest compressed her breasts into her. Her cleavage heaved out of her neck line, and his strong hands gripped her around the waist. He picked her up and thrust her against the wall. She squeaked in open desire. Oh, yes! Oh, yes! She would never hold back anymore. She would take him. She would take everything she could get of him.
He rubbed his crotch against her dress, and the bulging monster inside pricked her through the fabric. It dug into her thigh, and she moaned in delirious delight. How she wanted that cock right now! She wanted it hard and fast and deep.
She pressed herself against him and nudged his prick. She moaned into his mouth and swam her tongue around against his. His hands slid down her sides to her hips, and he rocked her against his pelvis. He tightened his grip one more time, and when he picked her up this time, he tried to force his hips between her legs. Her dress blocked him. She couldn’t spread her legs.
She undulated against his seething bulk and he prodded her with his hips, but they couldn’t go any further. He kissed her a little more, but his energy faded. Bridget’s heart sobbed. It couldn’t end like this. They couldn’t work each other up to a frenzy, only to drop it all to rush off to the church. There had to be a way.
He eased off her and stepped back. He looked around, but there was nothing more to do. He gave her a kiss, paused, and kissed her again. He took her hand and let out his breath.
Every fiber of her being screamed, No! This couldn’t be happening, not when she just made up her mind to take him for herself. She didn’t care what he wanted. She wanted him. Why should circumstances deny her that?
She squeezed his hand. Her whole family waited for her back in the dining room. Pretty soon, the whole party would head to the church. She couldn’t go like this. She couldn’t face the rest of the day with this desire burning a hole inside of her.
She looked around. There was only one thing to do. She tugged his hand, and his eyebrows shot up. She inclined her head down the hall, away from the dining room. “Come on.”
She raced past the elevators holding his hand. Roy strode after her. He didn’t question. She ducked around the stairwell and pushed open the door to the janitor’s closet. She fought for every breath. She pulled him inside and shut the door behind him.