Chapter 11
Mark
Holy. Shit.
I get up from my chair and nonchalantly walk to toss my trash into the receptacle near the exit, not taking my eyes off of Ava as she walks toward the bathroom.
I let her disappear beyond the door and count to sixty…
Twice. Surely there’s nobody else in there.
Looking around, there’s nobody in sight.
I take the short twenty steps that feel more like a hundred to the bathroom door as quickly as possible, pushing it open as quietly as I can.
Ava’s leaning against the counter, looking into the mirror, debating if she made the right decision.
When her gorgeous dark eyes meet mine, I know that there’s no turning back.
I look toward the stall doors then back to her to silently ask if we’re alone.
She answers by walking up next to me and flicking the lock to the bathroom door.
My stomach bottoms out in anticipation, and I press her chest against the door, leaning in to run my nose up the length of her neck from behind.
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t move.
She just allows me to explore the silken skin between her ear and shoulder with the lightest touches of my nose, fingers, and a skim of my lips.
I resist the urge to nip her shoulder. She’s not ready for that.
I don’t want to scare her off before I even get started.
I draw my fingers down the back of her thin dress, enjoying the feel of her curves.
As I slip my palm over her ass, she sighs, but we both freeze when the door handle rattles.
I close my eyes in frustration, cursing quietly under my breath.
Her eyes go wide, and she looks to the stall closest to the door, hitching her chin to indicate that’s where she wants me to go.
“Just a second!” she hollers toward the entrance door.
She flicks the lock as soon as I close the door and opens it.
“I’m so sorry. I slipped out of my heel right by the door. I didn’t want someone to waltz in while I was bent over fixing it and knock me on my butt. All good now.”
“That was smart thinking, dear. I don’t think I would’ve thought to do that,” an older woman answers.
Ava can clearly think quickly on her feet, even with alcohol in her system.
Impressive. As soon as the woman locks her stall door, I “flush” my toilet with a square of toilet paper since I won’t be able to wash my hands without getting caught.
When I exit the bathroom, I catch her eye and hold up a finger telling her to wait for me.
I step into the men’s room and properly clean my hands, because I fully intend on getting them on her in a minute.
I pull open the door, half expecting her to have changed her mind, but see her looking at the bulletin board with community news on it.
I clear my throat loud enough to get her attention but not loud enough to draw eyes from anyone lingering around.
I hitch my chin, indicating for her to follow me.
Instead of a nasty bathroom where anyone could just walk in, I pull a Colin and lead her toward the bridal party rooms where we got ready.
There’s a closet area between the two that’ll be perfect.
I see her coming around the corner and make sure she sees me enter the closet. I leave the door cracked.
Buzz.
Ava: Give me a second.
Me: Hurry before I change my mind.
I’m not going to change my mind. I don’t back down. If she’s in, I’m in.
Just a couple minutes pass by before I see the sliver of light from the cracked door widen.
I left the lights off. I see her shadow slip inside before she shuts and locks the door, shrouding us in darkness, only allowing us to feel each other’s presence.
Her scent envelopes me as I feel her step closer, and anticipation fills the thick air between us once again.
My fingers reach out to where I imagine she’s standing, and she gasps when I make contact with her arm.
I trail my fingers down to her wrist, circling it gently while pulling her toward me slowly and insistently.
I’m backed up against a countertop, which I plan to put her on top of.
Here and now, in the dark, we can forget who we are to each other and just feel.
When she’s nestled between my thighs, I blow out an anticipatory breath, skimming my fingers up the smooth satin of her dress, searching for her hip to pull her in closer.
I let go of her wrist to pull her dark hair aside and skim my lips up the length of her neck, getting back to where I’d previously been showering her with attention in that bathroom.
She smells delicious. I nip the bottom of her earlobe, and she shivers.
Goosebumps erupt along her skin. I hum in approval.
“Mark,” she whispers as if I better kiss her before she loses her nerve.
“Shh… no talking.”
“This doesn’t change anything between us.”
I grab her tightly, letting my deep voice rumble through the tiny space.
“I said no talking.”
She gasps as I crash my lips over hers, claiming that bottom lip I’d been thinking about earlier. I let go of it with a pop and listen to her breathing hitch into overdrive. Her breasts are heaving, her nipples pebbled hard against my chest. She wants me. Even in the dark, she wants me. Wants this.
“Now you can talk. What are the rules?”
“I don’t want to think.”
Her answer slows my roaming fingers.
“About what?”
“About how much I hate you and how much I want you at the same time.”
“I can get on board with that.”
“About how long it’s been since I’ve kissed someone,” she mutters into the darkness.
“And how long has that been, Ava?” I ask gravelly, pressing a hot kiss to the spot just below her ear and dragging my mouth down her neck.
“Years,” she moans out breathily, and I stop.
“Years? As in multiple years? Baby, no wonder you’re always so pissed off.”
“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, asshole. I’m starting to regret this.”
A dark chuckle erupts from me while I turn us around and set her cute little butt up on the countertop, lifting the hem of her dress just enough so I can settle between her thighs.
I pull her back in for a hot kiss that leaves us both breathless.
She begins toying with the buttons of my white button up.
“Rules?” I pant out, trying to catch my breath.
“No penetration.”
“With?”
“Your cock is not allowed in my pussy.”
“Well, I didn’t plan on just slamming it in there.”
“That’s good to know.”
“But I like how the words cock and pussy just roll off your tongue.”
“You’re filthy.”
“You have no idea. Plus, you said them first.”
“Whatever.”
I chuckle against her lips.
“Fine then, I won’t slam my hard cock into your pussy, but you are welcome to touch it if you please. Now, may I please touch you?”
Her breath hitches in her throat.
“Everything else is fair game,” she rushes out as she finishes my last button and pulls my shirt open as if she’s dying to get her hands on my skin.
A soft moan escapes my lips when she untucks my shirt and slides her silky fingers beneath the hem of my undershirt, making contact with my skin.
It’s been roughly six months since anyone has touched me, and I feel like I could explode.
I shimmy out of the button up, not caring where it lands, and pull my undershirt over my head to give her unlimited access to what she so obviously wants.
Leaning back in, I grip her neck with both hands, tilting her chin up and back so that I can feast on her neck and collarbones.
Little pants escape her as she allows me to start teasing her skin.
I let the fingers of one hand graze down, following my mouth until I press past proper borders and graze them over the thin fabric covering her breast. A needy sound leaves her throat, and I just have to know what she’s thinking.
“Would you like me to play with these?” I ask against the shell of her ear as I cup her breasts, allowing the pads of my thumbs to draw slow, languid circles around her hard nipples.
She nods her head yes next to my lips, and I smile.
“Please.”
Her plea touches me deep, and I draw in my breath. She’s starving to be touched. If I thought six months was hard, I can’t even imagine years. Fucking Eric.
“Anything you want,” I whisper against her cheek.
I pull the strap of her gown over her shoulder and kiss it as I reach around to find her zipper.
I’m careful with it, and thankfully it comes down smoothly.
She shudders as my fingertips graze over her naked skin.
She pulls off the other side so I can explore.
She feels exquisite against my skin. I press a hand to her back and pull her naked breasts against my naked chest, groaning at the warmth and welcome sensation of skin flush against skin.
She whimpers and squeezes me with her thighs, and I know she wants more.
“Are you wet for me, Ava?”
“Yes,” she whimpers again, squirming.
“I can’t wait to taste you on my tongue. Would you like that?”
She hums her approval, scooting her hips toward me, seeking me. I’m rock hard, and I press myself against her hot center, burning a hole through that thin dress.
“We gotta take that dress off before you make a mess of it.”
She whimpers again.
“Do you like when I talk dirty to you?”
“Yes,” she states matter of factly.
“Does your cunt like the idea of my fingers working inside of you?”
“Fuck. Yes, she does.”
“Mmmm… Is she clenching on air right now? Is she aching to be filled?” I whisper hoarsely as I lift the hem of her dress up, helping her get it over her hips so that I can pull it all the way off of her.
I lay it somewhere on the counter to the side of us.
Pulling her to the edge of the counter, I spread her legs wide and press her to me as I roll my hard cock against the center of her, and she gives me a little breathy cry of exhilaration.
“Do you remember how it feels for a man to make you come?
“No.”