Chapter Thirteen
Bella
I emerge from the new ensuite Mr Greengross had installed on the third floor and jump out of my skin to see Jacket stretched across the new loveseat. His big feet are hanging over the edge of the armrest.
“Ohmigod you made me jump,” I gasp, my hands flying to my chest.
Once my heart settles back down, Jacket’s hugely appreciative grin reminds me that I’m wearing nothing but my lingerie. One of two new bra and pantie sets I bought for the wedding events this weekend. A treat to myself. And apparently him too. This one is dark red satin and lace, a push up balcony bra and very high cut bikinis. The underside of the bra is satin but the top half of the cup is very see-through lace. The side straps of the panties are satin but the rest of them are completely diaphanous lacy fabric.
I’m suddenly shy that he’s staring at my basically naked body, despite what he did to me last night in the washroom at the bar. I reach for my robe on the bed and slip it on, tugging the belt into a tight knot.
“You’re going to have to dress eventually,” he says.
His hands go up behind his head and he relaxes back as though he’s got all the time in the world to wait for the show.
“And so are you,” I snip at him, more snarky than I meant.
It’s just making me really awkward having him here in my room. It’s my fault, I know, I could hardly tell my long-lost fiance to go to a motel. And god knows I don't want him to. Another pair of panties, over-priced brand new ones are soaked through from the way his eyes trawl across my body like a ravenous wolf. He continues to gaze on me while I dig out my dress for tonight and hang it up to take mom’s steamer to the creases.
“Don’t you need to shower or something?” I ask.
The way he makes me tremble, so close that he’s driven all the air from the low-ceiling room, leaves me breathless.
“In a while. I want some alone time with my fiancee.”
“Yeah about that,” I say.
“Yeah?” he asks with a grin.
“I was just joking around.”
“So I should tell the aunties that we aren't engaged?”
“No don’t. You’re here now, can’t you just pretend for a couple of days? So I don’t get a zillion questions and condolences from all my family.”
“I might be able to keep up with that,” he pretends to look dubious.”Although I hate lies.”
“Really? I don’t suppose you have a dress shirt to wear to the rehearsal dinner tonight,” I snip, walking past him to take care of the steaming.
He grabs my hand as I pass and pulls me down on top of him. Shards of lightning dagger through my tummy straight to my clit.
“I thought it was boho chic,” he murmurs.
His warm breath falls across the tops of my breasts between the opening of my robe, making me quiver.
“Boho, not wino,” I whimper, hitching for a breath of available oxygen.
His hands grip around the back of my waist, that part beneath my waist that feels so sensitive. Oh god I need this. The big Os last night were incredible but I need to feel a man’s hands on my body, all over my body, every part. And I need to be wrapped in a man's embrace and held.
This is a crazy situation I’ve built here, with a man I don't even know. But I can’t stop now. I just want to cling to this feeling a tiny bit longer. One hand slides up over the silky fabric that gathers up along with his pressure. He pulls up the heel of his palm until one side of the robe slithers up over my ass cheek.
“Can I get a look at my fiancee’s perfect body again?” Jacket grits out, his voice a low growl filled with unmistakable lust. “It’s been so long.”
I whimper as his fingers cup the side of my breast and a sharp spear of desire rushes at my pussy. I’m half straddled over his outstretched thighs, my back arched so my tits thrust forward into his face and my ass is tilted up. It also makes it impossible to ignore the enormous bulge stretching his jeans.
And I mean enormous.
I know he must be frustrated after the one-sided encounter last night. But still, that thing is way bigger than I’m used to. I would love nothing more than to free it and feel the cashmere length and pulse of his desire for me in my grasp.
His thumb hooks into the opening of my robe and I struggle harder to breathe as he slowly pulls the fabric down over the mound of my breast. His eyes are fixed on the nipple prodding out from the sheer lace and make me scrunch my thighs together. Filled with sheer filthy need for him to smother my body with all of him, his hands, his mouth and that huge desirable cock.
He leans in and bites down on the hard point, exerting just enough pressure to make m inhale sharply. His eyes find mine again and he rolls the nipple in his finger and thumb, watching me squirm, before sliding his fingers under the lace and pulling it down.
A moan escapes my lips as he bites down again on my naked flesh. Taking first the eager point, hard as a bullet, then sucking more flesh into his hot mouth while he rubs the nipple with his tongue.
“Oh god,” I moan.
“He can’t help you now. I’ve waited for you for too long, Bella. And now I’m going to bite and suck every delicious part of you then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be the one needing to hang on to a man to walk down the aisle tomorrow.”
My breathing has reduced to small pants as his mouth moves between my swollen points, one covered, one bare. It’s like he can’t decide which twin he wants more. His other hand slides down over my round butt, then back up my thigh beneath the material of my short robe.
His hand cups my cheek as his fingertips grind lightly, into my clit. It’s pure agony how he teases my senses through the drenched fabric.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he husks between slow bites and delicious sucks on my flesh. “Did you miss me?”
I let out another moan, his fingers gliding so close to my pussy. His mouth covering each nipple is unbearably good.
“I said did you miss me?” he repeats, a croak between the words.
The intense lust in his voice is very clear. It won’t be more than a few seconds more that either of us can bear this slow burn of need that’s set to explode. Any moment now, he’s going to rip my new panties away as I tear at his zipper to free his shaft then spread myself as far open as I can go before he rips into me spreading me wider than I’ve ever known.
“Yes,” I pant.
“Yes what?”
Does he want me to call him Sir? He is a military guy. No, I know exactly what he wants. It’s like I can feel everything he needs seeping through his pores and into mine.
“Yes Baby,” I say and twine my fingers into his soft hair.
“Yeaaah,” he groans low before tugging my nipple forcefully into his lips.
His fingers slip beneath the lace and push inside me. I can’t control a tiny scream of intense longing before I can hold back the unraveling.
“Bella, are you okay up there?”
Shit.
“Yes Mr Greengross,” I squeak.
I pull away, scrambling up off Jacket’s sexy thighs and tugging my robe back in place. I bend down through the hatch, smiling innocently.
It would almost be funny, this sense of being a teen again in my parent’s house desperately trying to find some time to make out with a boy. Although Jacket is no boy and I want to do far more than make out. I glance back toward the couch and he’s fixed on me with a half-hooded gaze of more intense need than I've ever seen in a man.
“We're leaving in ten minutes, baby – You’re not even dressed.
“I’m ready. I was just steaming the creases out of my dress. I’ll be right there.”
“Okay can you meet us at the restaurant? Scherri’s been waiting ten minutes. She’s pacing the halls.”
“Yes of course, I’m so sorry. Tell her.”
God damn how did the time get away from me like that. I must have been so involved in my own pleasure, I forgot why we’re here – to celebrate my sister.
“Shit. Now I feel like a witch,” I tell Jacket once he’s gone.
“You are the furthest thing from that – what was that anyway?”
“That was my step-dad.”
“I mean earlier. When those two almost went at it about the guys being here.”
“Oh nothing really. Scherri wanted to invite his unit o the wedding and Stick said he didn't want them here.”
“Could you hurry up, Bella,” Daddy is back at the bottom of the ladder. “I’d like to meet this fiance of yours.”
“That was my actual father,” I whisper to my fiance.
Oh god now what have I done?