Our Little Secret (Secrets #3)

Prologue

May 2018

“I ’ll have what she’s having.”

I’m standing at the bar, having just ordered myself and the maid of honor another shot of tequila to go with the bottle of champagne we are about to pop open when I hear his voice from next to me.

Smooth. Deep. Sexy. Rich.

It’s almost eleven, which means if I recall correctly the wedding reception is almost over and whoever is still standing will be heading to the hotel bar for the after-party. But honestly, I’m not totally sure about where we are in the itinerary; I’ve been riding a decent buzz ever since the wedding party took pictures.

I turn my gaze toward the voice and lock eyes with one of the groomsmen. Most importantly, the best-looking groomsmen of them all. He looked like one of the Hemsworth brothers but with darker hair. Not the one that was married to Miley, the older one, and if I were more sober, I’d be able to remember his name or the name of this particular groomsman for that matter. There were eight bridesmaids and eight groomsmen and last night at the rehearsal dinner was the first time I’d met most of them. So, while I don’t remember his name, I do recall thinking that he may be the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen in my life. Blue eyes, dark brown hair with traces of a lighter brown that is styled perfectly, and a light layer of stubble across his jaw. He’s lost his tuxedo jacket, his bowtie is slung around his neck, and the top few buttons of his white button-down are undone revealing a bit of chest hair.

He is walking sex and the smirk pulling at his lips tells me he knows it.

I raise an eyebrow at him as the bartender pours a shot for him and he leans against the bar, propping one elbow up on the top as he stares at me with a cocky smile that I know all too well. He has a highball glass of whiskey in his hand and I try to inconspicuously search his left hand for a ring. I’m fairly certain, my eyes give me away. He raises his hand, downing the rest of his drink before setting his glass on the shiny mahogany counter.

No ring.

“You going to the after party?”

I hear the subtext in his question loud and clear. I am twenty-one and this is already the third wedding I’ve been in this year. I don’t know what is in the water that all of my friends wanted to spend their twenty-first birthdays getting drunk ‘ for the first time ’ at their own weddings, but this is my third friend to walk down the aisle and if the third time is really a charm, I’ll be sneaking out of a groomsmen’s bed tomorrow morning.

I grab the two shots and give him my best flirty smile. “Maybe,” I say, but I don’t wait for his responsebefore I start towards the wedding party table where the bride—my friend Alexis who had been my college roommate for the past four years—is sitting in her new husband’s lap feeding him cake in a way I wish I didn’t have to witness.

“Can you guys please get a room?” I ask as I sit down with the two shots of tequila. I pan the table searching for the maid of honor, her older sister Meredith. “Where’s your sister?”

“We have a room.” Alexis flicks her ash blonde tresses over her shoulder. It had long since fallen out of the braid that had been intricately woven with flowers.

“Then go to it.” I blink at her and she rolls her eyes before letting out a giggle as Owen, the guy she just married, squeezes her tighter against him and presses his lips to her neck. I’ll admit they are cute as hell, even though it was a whirlwind romance, a quick courtship, and an even quicker engagement that her parents begged her to prolong. Being cute as hell aside, there is a thirteen-year age difference between them and Owen was just getting out of an almost decade-long relationship when they met.

It was a little under two years ago when we were out at a bar letting loose after just finishing our finals one semester. I still remember it vividly, her dancing with another guy, and Owen marching up to them and asking if he could buy her a drink like the other guy holding onto her hips didn’t exist.

Big dick energy if I ever saw it.

Alexis, who hadn’t believed in casual sex or one-night stands, went home with Owen that night and they’ve been inseparable ever since.

“I think Meredith went to bed,” Alexis says in response to my question and I want to curse her for doing an Irish goodbye without me when we’d been together all night.

“Guess you’ll just have to settle for taking this with me.” I didn’t realize that the hot groomsman had followed me but when I turn to look at him, he’s giving me that same cocky smile revealing his perfect teeth as he holds his shot in his hand.

“Chris!” I hear Owen’s voice shout and when I turn towards him, I’m shocked not to see his lips attached to some part of Alexis. “You met Marissa?” he asks, pointing at me.

His eyes trail down my body so seductively that it causes a tightening between my legs. He cocks his head to the side as one side of his mouth ticks upward in the sexiest crooked grin. “I’m trying to.”

Owen, who I swear is the poster boy for golden retriever energy beams at us. “Marissa, meet Chris, my oldest friend in the world. Chris, this is Lex’s roommate.”

“Former roommate!” Alexis cheers and I roll my eyes, an annoying reminder that in a month’s time, I’ll have very different roommates known as Mom and Dad.

“So, you’re old too, huh?” I quip, realizing that if this is Owen’s oldest friend, then he’s also thirteen years older than me.

“I like to think I’m still young at heart.” He clinks his small glass with mine just before we take our shots. The burn feels like nothing more than a tingle after how many of these I’ve had tonight. “You want to dance?” I turn towards the dance floor that is slowly clearing out but the band is playing a cover of “I Say a Little Prayer.” I start to protest when I feel his hand in mine, tugging me towards the dance floor. “Come on.”

I hear Alexis let out a cheer as we make it to the almost empty dance floor save for some of Owen’s drunk relatives. Chris spins me around the second we hit the shiny wood flooring and I let him lead me around the space.

“You’re a good dancer,” I tell him after a few minutes of silence and he smiles.

“Comes with age, and a lot of weddings.” He winks as he pulls me a little closer, touching the bare skin of my lower back due to the backless bridesmaid dress. The band continues into another song and we don’t stop moving, our bodies moving in perfect synchronization like we’ve been practicing for months. “I’ve been trying to talk to you all night.” He’s at least half a foot taller than me and I’m not short but I still have to tilt my head up to meet his gaze and his eyes twinkle under the low lighting in the tent. “You were the most gorgeous woman in the room tonight. Hell, you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen in any room.”

A smile pulls at my lips that I couldn’t hide if you paid me. “You must say that to all the bridesmaids from all those weddings you’ve been to.” I chuckle.

“No,” he says in a lower register than his normal voice. “Just you.” He spins me again, and I’m so glad he’s leading because my ability to keep myself balanced is lowering faster than my inhibitions.

“Well, what was stopping you?” I ask. “From talking to me?”

“Honestly? Thought you’d think I was too old for you.”

“You definitely are.” I raise an eyebrow at him.

He chuckles and narrows his eyes slightly, still keeping me gently pressed against him. “Something tells me that doesn’t bother you.”

The music starts to slow and I vaguely hear the sound of the singer of the band say something about a final song and where to go for the after-party.

“So, where’d you land on going to the bar?” he asks and the effects of that last shot hit me just in time for the words to leave my lips before I have a chance to think.

“Or we could have a different kind of after-party?” I look up at him. “I’m sharing a room though.”

“Good thing I’m not,” he says as he drags his hand across my back so slowly, I feel it between my legs.

We barely utter a goodbye to Owen and Alexis before we’re in the elevator, his lips on mine as we ascend to his room on the twelfth floor.

“Tell me you have condoms,” I whisper between kisses.

“Sure do,” he says low in my ear as he grabs my hips and pushes himself against me. His lips are so fucking soft which is such a sexy contrast to the stubble on his jaw. His lips are on my neck, and I feel his tongue and his teeth on my flesh. My body hums in anticipation of feeling it on the rest of my body.

“Plural.” I reiterate because I already know I’m going to want more than one round.

“Oh, someone’s greedy.” I gasp when he bites down on my neck. “I like it.” He pulls me out of the elevator as soon as it dings but we barely make it a step before I’m pressed up against the closest wall, his lips back on mine as his hands slide up my body and cup my breasts. “You have the best fucking tits. I’ve been trying to keep from staring at them since last night at the rehearsal dinner.”

I’ve always had bigger breasts. I rarely hide them and my bridesmaid dress is a halter style that definitely showcases my C-cups well. He drops his head, dragging his tongue up the valley between them, and I feel like if I don’t get this dress off of me in the next thirty seconds I might combust. I’m drunk off both the liquor and this gorgeous older man that is pressing what feels like a very big dick into my stomach and I want to feel it everywhere.

“Your room.” I moan and then I feel my legs moving fast and I realize we are literally running to his room. When he swipes his card over the reader, the door slams open so hard it bangs against the wall and rattles the mirror against it. I briefly worry it’s going to fall before I’m lifted into his arms and my worries fade away as he walks me through what looks like a suite and into his bedroom.

He sets me on my feet gently, wrapping his arms around me and sliding up to my neck to undo the bow tied at my nape. His eyes don’t leave mine as he undoes it slowly and not with the urgency he’d just had, like he wants to savor this moment of getting me naked. “I’m going to remember this night for fucking ever,” he says as the dress moves slowly down my body. “The night I went after what I wanted and got it: the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my life.” My black dress lands in a pile on the floor leaving me in nothing but a lace thong. “Fuuuuck.” His eyes drag over my breasts and his hands immediately go to his dick, palming it, and I reach for his belt, sliding it off of him.

He toes off his shoes and sends his slacks down his muscular legs before pointing to the bed. “Get on the bed.” I do as he says, propping myself up on my elbows as he undoes his shirt leaving him in nothing but his briefs. He has a smattering of chest hair over his two, four, six, eight! Pack ; I count with my eyes.

“Wow.” I thought I only said that in my head but apparently, I said it out loud because he chuckles and kneels on the bed.

“You’re the only wow in this room.” He glides his hands up my legs and then drags two fingers over the waistband of my panties. I reach down to remove my heels when he halts my hand. “Leave them on. I want to feel them on my back while I eat your pussy.” He grips the crotch of my panties and moves them to the side exposing me to him. I’m already obscenely wet, having spent the better part of the last thirty minutes building to this moment. “I knew it’d be gorgeous, just like the rest of you.” He licks his lips and I feel like my heart could hammer out of my chest from lust.

I raise my hips upwards, desperate for his mouth or his fingers or anything that will cause friction against my clit. “Please touch me,” I beg just as he lowers a hand and rubs a circle around my clit and I resist the urge to come at the minor touch.

“You’re wound tight as fuck, aren’t you?” He leans down, his mouth just hovering above me. “I’ll give you this one to take the edge off but then I need you to wait for me.” He winks before he takes one obscene lick through my sex, swirling his tongue around my clit in a tortuously slow circle eliciting the most feral groan from him that rattles through me.

“Oh my god.” I moan, dropping my hands to his hair as my orgasm already dangles just out of reach.

“Say my name when you come,” he tells me. “I want to hear it fall from those pretty lips while I have my mouth on you.”

“Oh fuck!” My entire body is fucking vibrating at this point and my pussy is tingling to the point of pain. His beard rubs so deliciously against me just as he lets his lips suction around my clit. He lifts my thighs, sending them over his shoulders and I remember what he said about my heels. I press them gently into his muscular back, and it’s as if something inside of him snaps at the feeling because I hear the sound of my underwear ripping and when I look down, his piercing blue eyes are already on me, watching me hungrily. This wasn’t my first time with a guy’s mouth between my legs but I’ve never locked eyes with someone while they did it. It feels so erotic to have someone staring at you while they lick your most intimate area.

He speeds up his strokes, his eyes still on me as he drags his tongue along my clit over and over and… “Fuck, I’m going to come,” I whimper as the feeling sucks me under.

I feel the bed moving and I notice his hips grinding against the bed almost and in time with his licks. “I feel like I could come just from the taste of your cunt alone.”

“Oh god!” I cry out in response just as he suctions his lips around my clit and drags his teeth over the sensitive bundle of nerves gently.

“My name,” I manage to hear him grunt, just as I go over the edge.

“Chris!” I scream just as my eyes flutter shut and I fall to my back, the feeling of euphoria spreading through every inch of my body, into my bones and my brain and my heart and my soul, and I have a brief moment where I wonder if this is the man I’ll do this with for the rest of my life.

Holy shit. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

When my eyes flutter open, he’s hovering over me with a smile on his face. “I’ve never seen anyone come like that.”

My body is still humming, making me wonder if I’m having one of those orgasms that go on for longer than a few seconds. “What…what did I do?” I ask, wondering what made me so different.

“It was just so…enthralling. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.” He traps his bottom lip between his teeth as he traces my face with hooded eyes.

This man radiates sex.

His covered dick slides across my pussy and bumps against my clit in the process and I whimper, still feeling overstimulated from my climax. I grab his biceps as I try to anchor myself. “You’re so sensitive.”

“Not usually like this.” I moan, feeling myself build just from that minor brush of him against me. He leans back on his heels and stares down at me. He lifts one of my legs, sliding one shoe off before the other, and tosses them off the bed. “I don’t usually come that easily.”

He presses his lips to my ankle before he lets his mouth glide up my legs tortuously slow. “Well, that was only the first. We have a long night ahead.” He smirks as he pulls his briefs off revealing the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in my life pointing straight up with precum pooling at the tip.

“Oh my god.” I bite my bottom lip, my eyes wide as he gets off the bed and grabs a box of condoms out of his open suitcase in the corner.

“Don’t worry gorgeous, as wet as you are right now, I’ll slide right in.” I swallow nervously, my eyes still not blinking when I feel his hand under my chin and lifting it gently. “Should I eat you out again? Make your hot little pussy wetter for me?” He presses a gentle kiss to my lips, sliding his tongue through them and rubbing against mine.His sinful words mixed with the taste of my pussy on his tongue sends a tingle through me and I shiver against his lips.

“No…” I whisper. “You haven’t come yet.”

“So?” he asks. “This isn’t tit for tat. I’ll make you come a hundred times before I let you touch me if you’re not ready. Besides, the scent of your cunt drives me fucking wild.”

Jesus Christ.

“You have a filthy mouth.”

“You already know that.” His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip, reminding me of where it’s just been.

My eyes trace his lips before moving to his eyes, my heart hammering in my chest not only out of lust but out of something else I’m not sober enough to pinpoint.

“Fuck me,” I breathe out and I can hear the desperation in my voice. I reach my hand out, rubbing a French manicured fingernail over the tip of his cock and collecting his cum on my finger before sliding it through my lips. “And then I’ll put my mouth on this.”

“Fuck. I’m going to blow before I even get inside of you.”

“I want to ride you,” I tell him as I push him onto his back and straddle his hips.

“Fuck yes, let me get a condom on, babe,” he says and the familiarity of the pet name mixed with the fact that we are definitely not familiar with each other makes my pussy throb.

“One sec. I just want…to feel it for a second.” I don’t make a move to touch him as I wait for him to agree to the idea of fooling around without a condom.

“Fuck yes. Rub my dick against your pretty clit.” He lets out a shaky breath before he nods. “But do not let me inside your cunt because I won’t be able to pull out,” he grits out.

I move myself closer to his cock, grabbing it in my hand as a groan leaves his lips followed by a hiss when I squeeze it gently. I move up and then down slowly, letting the underside of his shaft slide through my slit.

Both of his hands find his face and he lets out a chuckle. “Christ, that feels good. Do it again.” He scrubs one along his jaw as he looks down at where we are touching.

I notice that cum is starting to pool at the tip and I move slightly to rub my tongue over the head to collect the drops that are forming. His eyes widen and a boyish grin pulls at his lips. “You want my dick in your mouth?”

I nod. “After you fuck me.”

“Fuck.” He groans. “Where have you been all my life?”

I cock my head to the side with a smirk on my lips. “You want me to answer that?” I quip, referencing our vast age differences before swiping my tongue along the tip again.

“Oh, fuck you.” He chuckles before I get back on my knees and grab his dick. I let the tip circle my clit and begin to rub myself against it like it’s my vibrator. Except this one is connected to a person that I kind of want to take home with me and try out in my bed.

I feel myself building and my eyes flutter closed as I rock my hips back and forth over the tip of his cock letting him drag through my sex.

“Marissa…” I hear his shaky voice, breaking me through the haze of my looming orgasm and when I look down, I see he has a condom in his hand. “Put it the fuck on so I can get inside you.” His eyes are hooded and I can tell he’s gritting his teeth. I feel him pulsing in my hand and I rip the condom open before sliding it slowly down his length. I barely get it to the bottom before he has both arms on my biceps and he’s holding me up over him. “Get on my dick right now.”

I waste no time sheathing myself on him, pushing myself all the way down until my mound hits the base of his dick. “Oh fuck,” I whimper just as a feral growl leaves his mouth.

He looks down at where we are conjoined, where his dark pubic hair presses against my bare cunt, and his eyes shoot up to mine like he’s shocked at what he’s seeing. “I didn’t think it was possible for your pussy to get any prettier, but I love seeing it stuffed with my cock.” Both of his hands find my hips. “You ready to move?”

And I don’t know what it is about those specific words but they turn me on even more. “Fuck yes.” I moan as I drop my palms to his chest for leverage as I begin riding him. I bounce myself on him, squeezing his cock all the way up and slamming myself down.

“Fuck.” He moans. “Your pussy was made for my dick, wasn’t it? Look how well you take me.” He grits out. “And you were worried.” One hand moves from my hip to my breast, palming it before rolling the nipple between his fingers. He licks his lips and then he’s sitting up, still inside of me as he sucks my breast into his mouth. He holds me in place to stop me from moving almost like he’s worried it’ll remove my nipple from his mouth. I feel his teeth bite down gently and I whimper when he soothes the sting with his tongue. He moves to the other and I clench my pussy around his dick alerting him that I want to move. “Okay okay,” he chuckles as he looks up at me. “You’re fucking incredible you know that?”

I push him onto his back again and start riding him again, my next orgasm already dancing beneath my skin. “Chris, I think I’m going to come again.”

“Are you? Fuck, grind that clit against me. It’s fucking hot, I know it is.”

I rotate my hips slowly, dragging my clit against the base of his dick. “Yessss.” I moan.

“I love how fucking responsive you are.”

“It helps that your dick is perfect.” I moan again as electricity pulses through me before moving down to congregate between my legs.

“I can tell you’re close. Fucking get there, Marissa. Do it now,” he grits out. “And when you go over, you better take me with you,” he commands. “I want to come while your pussy is squeezing my dick.”

“Oh shit.”

He grabs my ass, squeezing it hard. “You ever had a dick here?”

I haven’t and the thought of him putting his dick in my ass both terrifies me and turns me on and the gruffness of his voice sends me over the edge. “OH FUCK!” I scream as I continue fucking him through my orgasm just as I hear my name and then I feel him expand inside of me.

“Oh, fuck fuck fuuuuuck.” He groans and before I even have a chance to come down, he’s flipped us so I’m on my back and his lips are on mine kissing me like he’s trying to climb inside of me. I feel his dick softening and then he slides out but his tongue is still ravaging my mouth. His hands move under my back pulling me harder against him and it forces me to wrap my legs around his back and lock my ankles. My wet sex drags against his torso and there’s something so hot about his abs rubbing against my clit that I let out another moan. “I’m not fucking done with you,” he says as he pulls away from my mouth finally. He’s breathing hard so I wonder if he only pulled away to take a breath.

“That was…” I blink up at him as I struggle to put into words just how amazing that was.

“Yeah.” There isn’t a smile on his face like I know there is on mine. He almost looks worried and it would worry me if I didn’t feel his fingertips grazing up and down my sides and his lips at my shoulder. “Fucking perfect.” A sleepy smile finds my face as the high of two orgasms and all the alcohol I’ve had starts to catch up with me. I feel my eyes getting heavy when I hear his voice pushing through my half-conscious state. “Don’t fall asleep,” he whispers in my ear. “I don’t want this night to end.” I feel his hands in my hair, gently pulling out the pins that had kept half of it up.

“I’m not,” I whisper as I cuddle into his chest, feeling his warmth against me as he wraps his arms around me. I want to tell him that we could have more nights. That I’ll give him my number in the morning and we can repeat this again, but I fall into a deeper sleep before I can open my mouth again.

The next morning when I wake up to an empty room, with his suitcase gone and a note on the nightstand without so much as a phone number or a way to contact him, I feel my heart sink into my stomach with humiliation.

Thank you for last night. Definitely won’t forget it. I got a late check out so leave whenever you’re ready.

Order room service.

-C

It wasn’t exactly a blow-off but I could read between the lines. This was a one-time thing. I swallow past the knot in my throat because even if this was just a one-night stand, I wasn’t even warranted a goodbye? Have a nice day? Have a nice life?

I go through the motions of getting dressed, grabbing my shredded underwear, and pulling on my dress from last night. With shoes in hand, I prepare for this cliched walk of shame.

I thought there was something between us. A spark? Was I that stupid?

Yes, my subconscious snarks. You knew the guy a whole day before you fucked him. Did you think he was going to have a ring ready for you in the morning?

No? But maybe morning sex and hungover breakfast?

Ugh.

I chastise myself with every step closer to my room for letting my drunk and delusional brain think this would be more than a one-time thing. That it wasn’t only the best sex I’d ever had but that we had a connection.

I roll my eyes, pushing him out of my thoughts, and decide not to obsess about it. More importantly, I vow to absolutely not talk to Alexis about it. Clearly, he didn’t want anyone to know and Alexis would have a million questions and probably berate Owen for it in defense of me. I don’t need to bring anyone else into this humiliating situation.

I hold my key card over my door and let out a sigh of relief when I see Meredith is still passed out cold and will be none the wiser that I hadn’t slept here.

I can just forget about it.

It never happened and I’ll never see him again.

Little did I know that in three months’ time, I’d learn that the best sex of my life was with a married man.