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Dane
Goddamn.Goddamn.
Dress pants do fuck-all to hide a hard-on. The moment I saw Caiti appear at the end of the aisle, my dick turned to stone. The slit on the side of her dress rode her thigh with each step. I know I’m not the only man in the place who noticed. Though it has nothing on the little plunge on her neckline between her breasts.
Standing in front of the church, a place of holy worship, does nothing to curb my indecent thoughts. Anyone recording the ceremony won’t miss the constant glances Caiti and I share behind the happy couples back. I’m pretty sure Nathan’s going to develop a crick in his neck for the number of times he’s looked at me over his shoulder.
If he’s checking to see if I noticed her, the answer is a resounding fuck yes. I noticed. He acts as if he hasn’t been sneaking glances at Kiersten’s ass this entire time.
Caiti’s heated stare acts as a magnet. What feels like an hour later, the minister finally pronounces our friends as married. With a rowdy applause, the two seal their status as Mr. and Mrs. Senova. Rhett dips Evie low in a deep, fervent kiss. A bolt of jealousy strikes fast, nearly bringing me to my knees. I’m happy for my friends. Ecstatic even. But the knowledge does nothing to ease the sudden pang for something I never thought I wanted.
I’ll take her however I can. The sacrifice would be worth it.
The happy couple marches down the aisle, arms linked together. When they near the end, Caiti sends Ophelia and Tommy. Nathan’s mom, Regina, waits near the back of the church to gather the remaining little ones, her arms already full with Kiersten and Nathan’s two sandy-haired boys. She and her two friends volunteered for babysitting duty, so we pitched in to rent them a hotel room. Which means I’ll have Caiti all to myself this evening.
Caiti delivers a sultry glance my way as she meets up with Nathan. The lust-filled look sends possession through my veins. We’ve been dancing on a perilous edge. Maybe it’s desire or a correct interpretation, but I can almost assume her thoughts are on the same page.
“You’re going to miss your cue,” Cami mumbles and hooks my arm with her elbow.
“Sorry.” I can’t stop the grin stealing over my face.
“Uh-huh. You two are smitten.”
“Who uses the word smitten?”
“I guess I do.” Cami hangs on my arm until we part ways at the end. She pats me on the chest. “See you at the reception.”
The reception is in a local hotel ballroom just across town. Evie and Rhett are off to take couple’s photos. With Ophelia taken care of and dinner over an hour away, I have some time to kill.
I weave through mingling guests, offering a wave at acquaintances and friends as people are ushered to make their way to the reception. I duck into the groom’s room to gather my bags. The place is oddly empty. Seems I’m lagging behind the rest. The couples have already paired off to begin the festivities. If only a certain someone would come around to the idea of us, I might not be feeling peculiarly left behind.
With the blue duffel slung over my shoulder, I drag open the wooden door, intent on finding her. Before I can get a foot over the threshold, a palm hits solidly in the center of my chest and shoves me back in. The door bangs shut behind us, the telltale snick of the lock not far behind.
Dark eyes burn into mine. Caiti’s arm remains behind her back on the knob as if she’s entertaining second thoughts. Rather than approach, I hold steady, excited to see how this plays out.
Reaching forward, her fingers curl around my tie and yank me off balance. I crash into her, my palms slapping the door on either side of her head in order not to crush her slender body beneath mine. Her tits smash beautifully against my chest as she tugs me lower to bring our mouths together.
Tender licks stoke a fire burning in my blood. Her kiss is fire and passion rolled into one. She releases my head to shove at the jacket on my shoulders without a word. The heavy material easily slips down. I drop my arms behind me to shirk it off, where it falls silently to the floor. She moves to the buttons on my shirt next.
With enough foresight not to yank and send the buttons flying, my fingers join hers in a race to get them undone. She abandons the mission. A tickle clenches my lower abdomen as she finds the material tucked into my slacks and rips it loose. Nimble fingers skim over the bare skin, over the contours and dips, and around my back. I finally pop the last button open and shrug the shirt off to join the jacket before ripping my simple white tee over my head, pausing only a second before diving back into her delectable mouth.
Caiti moves down to my belt, button, then zipper of my slacks. She hastily frees the material, and as she shoves everything down my hips, she wrenches from my kiss and falls to her knees on the aged carpet.
“Caiti.” A guttural groan chases her name as she wraps puffy lips around my aching cock. One palm remains on the door for balance while I thread the other carefully through her styled locks to hold the back of her head. She works me eagerly, her head bobbing a rapid rhythm. I fight between watching her and closing my eyes as her lips slide expertly up and down my shaft.
“Fuck, Mama. Just like that. God,” I pant. “You suck me so, so good, baby. You know just what I like.” She nearly has me begging for mercy in the first two minutes. My balls tighten, and I grow impossibly hard as more blood rushes south.
“Hold on,” I growl, not ready to come, and hook her beneath the armpits. She releases me with a gasp as I lift her and pin her against the door on tiptoe. My knee slips between her thighs. “Hike up your dress, beautiful. Show me your pussy.”
“I wasn’t done,” she gripes, her hands digging into the material just beneath her hips. With a sharp tug, she reveals the hidden trove between her thighs.
“Where’re your panties?”
“They slipped off somewhere.” With a finger beneath my chin, she directs my mouth back to hers in a scorching kiss, conveying exactly what dirty things she has in mind.
I drive my knee between her legs, resting her bare pussy right on my thigh. “I want you to use me to get off,” I mumble against her sinful mouth. My bare skin feels everything beneath her. The pressure she uses, the wet warmth as she grinds herself down. “That’s it, Mama.”
Her moans transform into high-pitched sighs the closer she gets. Fingertips curl into my biceps with bruising force. With a sudden jerk, she rides out her pleasure, her liquid coating my leg as she shatters in my arms.
I pin her to the door and drop to my knees without giving her time to recover. The scent of her orgasm permeates the small room, and I’m dying for a taste. Hooking an arm around her back, I drag her pussy to my mouth, throw one leg over my shoulder, and feast on her sweet pleasure.
“Ah, Dane!” she cries, shoving her hips against my tongue.
I nip her inner thigh. “Shh. We’re in a church.” I steal her retort with a flick of my tongue against her swollen clit.
“I need to come again,” she pleads in a breathy whisper.
I suck the peaking nub into my mouth and twirl it with my tongue. “Beg me,” I answer wickedly, bringing her close to the edge.
“Please.”
The easy out isn’t enough. I slow the speed of my tongue into gentle strokes.
“Dane, please make me come.”
She’s earned light flicks, but I know she can do better. The memory of her screaming in my bed so long ago lingers as proof.
She threads her fingers through the hair at the back of my head, shamelessly fucking my face. “Lick me, please. I need you to make me come.”
