“And the fiancée?”
“Haven’t seen her since. She moved out of town not long after.”
I lay my head against his chest for a minute, thinking about how he must’ve felt. No wonder he doesn’t want commitment. My voice cracks and I have to clear my throat to tell him, “You know, not all women are like that. Not every woman will break your heart.”
He shrugs, his shirt moving gently against my nose as I stay pinned to his chest. “Sure.”
“Sure isn’t really the kind of answer…” I stop my comment. I don’t know how to make this better but I want to.
He looks down at me, perhaps sensing my earnestness. His eyes trail down to my lips, showing just what’s on his mind.
I close my eyes and offer up my mouth. Charlie kisses me, tender at first, but then with more passion, making my heart race.
I break off the kiss as I become more fully aware that we’re surrounded by other people. “Charlie…”
“We don’t need to talk about my past, sweetheart,” he whispers, cupping my jaw with a hand.
He kisses me again. I can feel people looking at us. Charlie’s family is getting a hell of a show. Still, when he touches me, I feel alive, vibrant. I feel loved and it’s not fair. It’s not fair because now more than ever I don’t think Charlie will ever give his heart away. Not to me. But he has mine and it hurts for us.
I groan quietly when Charlie breaks away to kiss my neck. Lightning bolts shoot through my body at the touch of his lips against my skin.
Then he leans down to whisper in my ear. “Come with me…”
He takes my hand and leads me from the dance floor.
Charlie
Subtle doesn’t suit me but I try to be as subtle as possible as I weave through the family and friends in the ballroom, dragging Grace behind me. She’s holding onto my hand with both of hers, just trying to keep up.
I smile at my aunt sitting at a table close to the dance floor, and give her a small wave, pretending not to see her gesture me over to talk to her.
Grace needs me right now, and I’m not stopping until she’s better.
Specifically, until I get her off and make damn sure she knows she’s mine and I’m hers.
The music and loud sounds of the ballroom fade as I lead Grace through the double doors and down the hallway. Out here, she pulls herself closer to me and I slow my steps to wrap my arm around her waist, looking for somewhere to go for a bit of privacy.
“Where are we going?” Grace asks, her curves pressing against my body as she looks at me with those beautiful doe eyes full of questions.
I catch sight of the coat check down the hall and to the right, and a wicked smile curves my lips up.
Lowering my head to her ear, I whisper, “I need to take care of you.”
I don’t wait for her to respond. She nearly stumbles, although she lets out a small laugh when she does, as I pull her along, opening the half door and walking away from the counter and to the back where there are rows and rows of coats.
“What in the hell?” she says, but her voice is playful. The smile on her face is genuine and I love it. That’s the smile that should have been with her all damn day. With one foot after the other, I walk her backwards in between the two rows of coats and all the way to the back. The light’s obstructed from the hanging linens, so it’s dim, but I can still see the blush on her cheeks.
“Charlie, you are crazy if you think-” I cut her off, pressing my lips against hers and cupping the back of her head. She doesn’t protest, but instead parts her lips and lets me in.
Deepening the kiss, my tongue strokes against hers as our warm breaths mingle. And when I break the kiss, she’s breathless, the fight in her gone.
“Crazy if what?” I ask her, daring her to give me that lip of hers.
She sags against the wall, breathing heavy, her lips still parted. “To think I’m going to let you…” she trails off and licks her lips.
“Let me what?” I lean closer to her, resting my forehead on hers and staring into her eyes, “Let me get you off?”
Her eyes spark, and she doesn’t answer.
I crouch down, grabbing the hem of her dress, and then slowly stand, pulling it up. She holds my gaze as I hitch it around her hips.
“You wet right now?” I murmur the question. She bites her lip, and her eyes dart behind me. If my hand wasn’t inches away from her, I bet she’d lie to me.
My fingertips gently touch the seams to her panties. I don’t feel enough of her heat, so I push them aside, holding those blue eyes to mine and gently pushing my fingers into her hot entrance.
She’s soaking wet.
She visibly swallows, her head falling back against the wall, as I brush my fingers up to her clit, moving the moisture there.
“You think it’d be crazy?” I ask her.
She licks her lips, her breathing picking up and then shakes her head no.
I narrow my eyes and lean forward, “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
Even without much light, I catch sight of her blush and then she looks away. I wait for her. Letting her choose this. Letting her choose me.
My fingers trail back down to her entrance and back up to her clit, a shudder running through her body.
“Please,” she moans into the air, her back bowing as she tries to grind her pussy into my hand. I smile down at her. “Please what?”
“Please…” she hesitates to answer as her eyes dart behind me again. I look over my shoulder, but no one’s there.
“I’m not going to let anyone see,” I tell her firmly. If that’s what she’s scared about, we’ll be alright. We’re far enough away that no one’s going to catch us and if they come back here, I’ll be blocking their view.
Her blue eyes flick to mine. “Please get me off.”
My dick turns to stone at her asking me that. I can feel my zipper against my dick and I’m desperate to readjust it, but I can’t move my hand away from her pussy.
“Anything for you,” I tell her in an even, sincere tone. How it’s not strained, I don’t know.
“Mmm,” she moans softly, closing her eyes as I push my fingers deep inside of her. I push them in and out, loving her warmth and the way she greedily rocks her hips, wanting more. I turn to look over my shoulder once more, just to make sure we’re alone.
When I look back at her, her eyes are on me, her head lazily resting against the wall. Her body sways as I pump faster, brushing against her sensitive bundle of nerves each time, making her breathing come faster as she loses her composure.
“I think it would be unbelievable for us to break up right after the wedding,” I whisper into her ear, taking her off guard. I’m not a fucking idiot. That has to be what’s going through her worried mind. I need to convince her to stay… just a little longer. I don’t know if I’ll ever get my fill of her, but I’m not going to let her walk away the second she has a chance.
She moans, her eyes going half-lidded. I know she can hear me.
I grind the palm of my hand against her clit. “You should stay with me a little longer.” Her breathing comes in frantically as I pick up the pace. She’s close, so close. I’m not letting her get off until she agrees though.