Page 36 of The Wedding Situation Romance

I kiss it softly, a trail of kisses along the arch of her shoulder and the nape of her neck. I want to devour her, right here, right now.

As we continue to grind into each other, I flex my hand that is placed on her upper stomach. My thumb rubs the swell of her breast, and as I move my hips, I feel her hardened nipple under the pad of my thumb.

Then I feel her moan.

I do it once more, twice more. It’s discreet enough to go unnoticed by anyone else, but as her body shudders under me, I know she is coming undone.

Suddenly, she pulls away, turning around to face me. Her legs straddle mine and she gyrates against me (to the beat of course, which has switched to a Pitbull song, amping the beat up a notch).

She is grinding against my cock and the next thing I know; I am hard as a rock, pointed north. I’m suddenly at a loss. She can’t keep doing that. It’s going to be a catastrophe if she does. But I also think it might kill me if she stops.

Again, Quinn flips around, backing her ass up into me. I’m half grateful and half fucked. On one hand, I need her to cover the obvious problem. On the other hand, with her ass parked against my dick, it makes me even harder.

“You are being a very bad girl right now,” I gruffly warn her under my breath, and I can hear the smile in her response.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

With that, she grabs my hands and clamps them onto her hips. Her hands stay clasped on top of them, fingers laced with mine so I can’t move. Then, as the chorus comes back around, she picks up the pace double-time, and the edges of the room start to blur.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I pray the end of the song comes before she ends me. Although, at the pace she has this train running, if she stops before I get off it’s going to feel like running straight into a granite wall at ninety miles per hour, followed up no doubt by the worst case ofblueballs I’ve had since I sat behind the cheerleaders at a Bills game when I was fifteen.

That didn’t end well, and I don’t think this will either.

Suddenly the music shifts to a slow song, and just as abruptly, Quinn stops moving and pulls away from me.

“That was fun,” she grins coyly back at me. “I’m going to use the little girl's room.”

With that, she sashays off, whipping her hair as she goes.

As predicted, my balls are blue enough to burst.

The room is fringed with white.

And I am seeing red.

I march towards the bathrooms, and some rando pops out of the men’s room, pressing himself against the wall so I don’t run over him.

“Hey bro, that’s the women’s room…” he says, but I ignore him.

Chapter 14

Quinn

As I burstthrough the bathroom door, I realized I hadn’t thought my actions through. In fucking with Reid, I nearly fucked myself too. But in my defense, it’s his fault. Plain and simple. Maybe I made his life harder (pun fully intended) but he knew what he was doing too.

I am grateful that there is nobody else in the bathroom while I get my bearings. But as I attempt to fix my makeup in the mirror, the door flies open and I shriek.

It’s Reid. And he does not look happy.

“You can’t be in here,” I hiss, but as he turns around and locks the bathroom door, it’s clear he does not give a shit. “What the hell are you doing?” I demand.

“I came in here to ask you the same thing,” he booms. “That was a cute stunt you pulled out there.”

I turn back to the mirror, primping my hair. “I don’t know what you are referring to. I was just dancing,” I say, and he chuckles sadistically.

“Oh really? Do you have any idea how mortifying it would have been if you…if that had…” he doesn’t finish the sentence.