23. Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Three
WYATT
The last two days had consisted of getting my hands on Angie any chance I got and working together running the hotel. Steven was currently taking the reins while I tagged along to help Angie pick out a dress for the gala.
So far she’d come out in two black dresses. Both accented her figure and made me shift uncomfortably on the bench outside the small dressing room.
I’d grabbed a red one off the rack. With her blond hair and always painted red lips, she would make it look sexy as hell. The look she gave me said she didn’t agree. But she didn’t argue about trying it on for me. It was cut low in the front so her gorgeous tits would be ready to spill from the top.
“I’m not sure about this one, Wyatt,” she called loudly from inside the small changing room.
“Let me see it. I’ll be the judge of that.”
“You’re biased and only like that it shows off my boobs.”
Damn right.
The door opened wide and I let my gaze roam down her body. As I expected, the deep V gave a nice view of her large breasts, pushing them together and providing a nice valley I was imagining my cock sandwiched between.
It hugged her curves snuggly, but not overly tightly, and that was probably the part she didn’t like. She didn’t want to show off her hips and thighs, she wanted to hide them. I wanted her to be comfortable but also know how sexy she was.
I stood and pushed my way into the dressing room, silencing her gasp with a finger while I quietly closed the door.
“Wyatt,” she whisper-yelled. “If they know you’re in here they’re going to think we’re having sex.”
I smirked. But I wasn’t ready to tell her my plan quite yet. Not until I had her ready and willing to take my cock. “Face the mirror, baby.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Why?”
“I want to show you how sexy you are.”
“Wyatt,” she whined.
“Turn around.” I gripped her hips and urged her to spin toward the large mirror that hung over the bench.
“This right here.” I trailed the tip of my finger down the curve of one breast into the valley between them. “This is meant for my cock. All night, that’s what I’ll be imagining. My hard-as-fuck cock nestled right here between your breasts.”
Her eyes drifted closed as I ran my finger back up along the curve.
Using both hands, I cupped both mounds, pushing them together another inch. “Can you picture it, baby? You in this dress, gripping me tight as I fuck your tits.”
I moved my thumbs over her hard nipples, eliciting a moan from her. “Shh… You need to be quiet.”
Her eyes popped open and she stared wide-eyed back at me in the mirror as I slowly lifted the dress.
“And this pussy?” I slid my hand under the silky fabric of her thong, teasing her clit. “Bare and ready for me. Because you won’t wear panties under this.”
“I won’t?”
I shook my head. “It shows the panty line. Even the thong.”
“Yeah, because it’s form fitting.” She laid her head back on my shoulder as I moved my fingers in a circle. She was fighting back her typical loud vocal noises I was used to hearing from her. “Too form fitting.”
Using both hands, I tucked my fingers into the waistband and inched her panties down her legs. “It hugs this gorgeous ass of yours. and I like the idea of knowing you’re wearing nothing underneath the whole night.”
She tensed. “Wyatt,” she said breathlessly, “we can’t.”
Funny thing was she made no actual move to stop it. She was enjoying herself just as much.
“I think we can.” I raised one eyebrow at her in the mirror as I grabbed the fabric of the dress and hiked it back up around her waist, showing off her glistening pussy. Already soaked for me. Waiting for me. “All night I’ll be tempted to hike this dress up and take you like this.” Using one hand, I guided her to lean forward. “Hands on the bench. Let me see this ass.”
She glanced over her shoulder at the door, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth. “What if we get caught?”
“Baby, trust me. Lean forward.”
This time she didn’t hesitate and leaned forward, her bare ass presented to me like a fucking gift on Christmas. At the moment, I was the luckiest man in the world.
I quickly unzipped my pants, pulling my cock out and running the tip through her wetness. “Can you be quiet?”
She nodded and my gaze zeroed in on her tits spilling out of the top of the dress, exactly as I’d imagined. “Look at those tits. Do you see how fucking amazing they look?”
She stared at herself in the mirror, her blond hair framing her face and red lips. Reminding me of a pin up model.
I pushed forward in one quick thrust, making her breasts bounce from the movement.“I want you to watch me take you. Watch how sexy you are. If you close your eyes or look away, I stop.”
She narrowed her eyes, but I quickly pulled out and slammed back in. Her mouth dropped open, and I did it again, causing her to bite down on her lower lip this time.
“Are you watching?” I dragged my cock out slowly. “Do you see what I see?”
I hoped she was getting as much pleasure from watching us like this as I was. Damn. I needed some mirrors in my bedroom, because this was fucking amazing.
Her gaze zeroed in on us as I continued to move in and out of her warm, wet pussy. She moaned softly, and I didn’t fucking care who heard us at this point. I picked up the pace and reached around to finger her clit. I was already close.
Voices sounded nearby and I paused, covering her mouth with my hand when her eyes widened. A heartbeat later, the attendant moved back to the front of the store, and I began to thrust into her like a madman.
She opened her mouth, and I pushed my finger inside, letting her bite down. Fuck. She could draw blood for all I cared. I needed her to come. Her pupils blew out as she watched in the mirror while I slammed into her again and again.
She tightened around me, spasms beginning to rock her body, and I lost it, emptying my release deep inside her, continuing to thrust, letting us ride out the waves of pleasure.
I kept us in that position but guided her to lean back up so I could cup her breasts and she could see where we were joined.
“Do you see what I see now?” I pressed my lips to her shoulder. “I saw the way you watched us. You liked that. You liked watching me fuck your gorgeous pussy, didn’t you?”
She nodded, her face still flushed red. “I liked watching.”
I pulled out, tucking myself back into my boxers and zipping up my pants. “My vote is the red dress. But get the one that will make you feel sexy.”
She nodded and stood facing herself in the mirror. I turned and cracked the door, making sure no one was standing there before exiting and taking my seat again.
Five minutes later, Angie appeared, fully clothed and holding the red dress.
With a smirk I raised a brow. “You sure?”
“All night I’ll be thinking about it.” She glanced around and lowered her voice. “What we just did. And that will make me feel sexy.”
“Good girl,” I said as I stood and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Now let’s go get dinner. I must have worked up an appetite or something.”
She shook her head as we made our way to the checkout counter. The woman eyed me as I stepped up to the counter, a flush rising to her cheeks. “Oh, didn’t realize you two were still back there.” She glanced back and forth between Angie and me with a knowing smirk but didn’t say anything.
Once we stashed the dress in the car and were back on the sidewalk, Angie looked over at me. “She knows.”
“Yeah, I’m sure she does.” I grasped her hand and we walked down the street. “And maybe I’m wrong, but I think you liked the possibility of getting caught. Of someone seeing us.”
She was quiet before a sexy chuckle slipped from her lips. “I’m finding that being with you is making me want and like things I’d never even considered before.”
“Is that a good thing?” I didn’t want to constantly push her past her comfort zone, but I had to admit I loved that she felt safe and comfortable enough with me to explore new things. That I was getting to be her first in so many different ways.
She squeezed my hand. “Yeah. It is.”
I pulled her into my side, wrapping my arm around her shoulders, and pressed my lips to her temple.
She giggled. “I’d never done anything like that before.”
“Me either.”
She stopped and whirled on me, her mouth hanging open. “Like at all? I assumed—I mean…”
I gripped her chin between my thumb and forefinger, making sure I had her attention. “Nothing that comes anywhere close to what we just did. Sex has always been just sex. But with you, it’s intense. It’s all-consuming. I can’t think about anything other than getting inside you, making you come.”
Her cheeks flushed again, and I brought her lips to mine.
Pulling back, I searched her face. “With you it all feels different. I feel different.”
I wasn’t sure I was doing a good job of telling her how I felt, but she smiled up at me with a look that I hoped meant she was feeling the same thing.
I tucked her back into my side and we continued down the sidewalk.
“So about tomorrow.”
I gritted my teeth. I didn’t like the idea of her leaving. She needed to, I understood that, but I hated that she would be gone for almost three days.
“You sure you don’t want me to go with you?” I opened the door to the restaurant, ushering her in ahead of me. “It’s a long drive back from North Carolina.”
“No. You need to stay here to run the hotel. Besides, you said you had a dinner event Monday night for the hospital.”
After indicating two people to the hostess, we followed her to a table and took our seats. “I told you I could skip that if you wanted me to.”
She shook her head. “No. I’ll be fine. I’ll fly back tomorrow, spend the day on Monday packing, and then drive back Tuesday morning.”
I wasn’t going to push the issue. I already sounded like a clingy boyfriend. But, honestly, I didn’t want her to go.
“I could hire movers for you.”
She giggled. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m serious.” I grabbed her hand across the table and entwined our fingers.
“Oh, I know you’re serious, but that’s also why I said you’re ridiculous. You are not paying someone to pack my crap and drive my car back here. I’m perfectly capable.”
I frowned, still hating the idea of her leaving but knowing she wasn’t going to give in to my crazy-ass idea either. Although, I didn’t think going with her was that crazy of an idea.
“Phone sex?”
She laughed loudly, garnering attention from tables around us. I smiled. It was worth a shot.
“Maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll consider it.” Her nose wrinkled. “On second thought, it might be weird with my sister Izzy there. It’s a one bedroom.”
I chuckled and closed my menu. It didn’t take long to order and get our food. While we ate, she told me all about her firefighter brother Jay and their younger sister Izzy.
For the first time, it struck me as funny that this was something I thought I wouldn’t be good at—listening and paying attention, small talk and conversation. With Angie, I was great at it. Wanted to engage in it. I wanted to know everything about her. What she liked and what she didn’t. Her family, friends, hobbies. All of it.
I blinked as she leaned forward, smirking at me. Crap. I’d zoned out. Well, obviously, I still had that issue. At least the thoughts I got lost in were still consumed by her.