Chapter 18
eighteen
. . .
Lulu
Turns out, I’m a hoot at weddings. I got everyone to clap and holler for my boyfriend after he crushed his speech.
Or my fake boyfriend.
It didn’t really matter at the moment. I was buzzed and having the best time, and maybe I was playing my role a little too well, but so was he.
I’d been dying to kiss him before he left the table, and I knew I could blame Chloe’s behavior as my defense. But that hadn’t been the reason I kissed him.
I did it because I wanted to feel his lips on mine.
But I certainly couldn’t make out with the man at his work function. So, I turned up the charm.
I led the conga line on the dance floor before joining Rafe’s coworkers for the Macarena, which we danced to while shouting the lyrics.
Rafe was the best wedding date I’d ever had.
He was hilarious and fun, and he had zero hesitation when it came to dancing with me. I missed dancing so much, and just being out there on the dance floor with him had been a reminder of how much I missed it.
I was used to being in control, but when we slow danced, he didn’t hesitate to pull me close and sway to the music, moving his body along with mine.
As he took the lead.
My head fell back in laughter when the song we danced to at my grandfather’s party played, and Rafe leaned down and sang the lyrics in my ear.
The rumors really were going around about us now, so it was even more fitting.
“Excuse me,” a voice called out, and my head whipped up. “May I cut in?”
Chloe fucking Chapman.
This girl had no shame in her game.
I had the sudden urge to scratch her eyes out.
Rafe looked extremely uncomfortable, and I could tell he was about to turn her down, so I interrupted. “Of course. Rafe, you don’t mind, do you? I think Chloe and I could use a moment.”
Rafe’s eyes widened, and he stepped back with a nod.
“I wasn’t talking about you,” Chloe hissed, as I swayed from side to side to the beat before meeting her gaze.
“I’m aware of what you wanted. So start dancing because I need to say something to you.”
She narrowed her gaze and sighed as she moved with no rhythm at all to the Beyonce song that had just come on. Everyone danced around us, and I tried to think of the best way to handle this.
I’ve always been a girls’ girl.
But this girl was definitely not a member of that club.
But that didn’t mean I couldn’t help her out. Throw her a bone, so to speak. Although it wouldn’t be the bone she was hoping for.
Pun intended.
“Listen, Chloe. It’s your dad’s wedding. I want you to have a good time. But I want to be straight with you.”
“Why would I care what you have to say?”
“Because I can help you. You can take or leave my advice, but I’m going to be honest with you because I don’t think most people are,” I said, moving close so she could hear me. “Rafe is here with me. We’re together. He isn’t interested in a relationship with you, and you’re being disrespectful to me and to yourself.”
Her eyes widened with surprise. Clearly, no one ever spoke up to this woman. “How am I being disrespectful to myself?”
So we were on the same page about her disrespecting me.
“Because you should be with a guy who wants to be with you. Stop chasing my date around and go find yourself a man of your own. Your dad can’t make someone date you. Life doesn’t work that way. And you aren’t going to make any friends by going after other women’s dates the way you are going after mine tonight. We’re on the same team. Power of the woman.”
She was still gaping at me. “I liked him first.”
“First of all, you don’t know that. Second of all, if he doesn’t reciprocate those feelings, it doesn’t matter who liked him first. Move the hell on. You’re gorgeous, and your speech was fabulous, so you’ve clearly got a way with words. You’re rocking this peach-colored minidress like a badass. Don’t settle for someone who doesn’t fall at your feet,” I said.
Peach was not my favorite color choice for evening attire, but she owned it, and I’d give credit where credit was due. “Never let a man make you feel unworthy. Hold your head high and let them come to you.”
She sighed. “I’m sorry. I just really like him.”
“I’m sorry. I just really like him, too,” I said, and I wasn’t lying.
“Dean Sanders was following me around earlier, and he’s cute, even if he’s a little shy. I could give him a shot.” She appeared to be scanning the room. “He’s the one in the navy suit with the floral button-up.”
“Shut the front door. I saw that guy watching you like you were the only woman in the room when you were giving your speech. He’s clearly into you.” I had noticed, and he looked to be around her age. “And look at that. He’s staring right now.”
“He is,” she said as her teeth sank into her bottom lip. “What should I do?”
Well, for starters, you could stop following my date around the party.
“Exactly what you’re doing. Hold that stare, girl.”
Dean started moving in our direction, and relief flooded. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, but I was also done with her hitting on my date.
“Thanks, Lulu,” she smirked. “By the way, I have a few rings and a necklace of yours, along with a closet full of Laredo handbags.”
“I knew you had good style,” I said with a wink as Dean approached. “I’ll see you later.”
I strode off the dance floor toward Rafe, who was sipping his cocktail, his suit coat slung over his arm, and his dress shirt rolled up to the elbows, exposing his forearms.
His gaze never left mine, and the hunger in his eyes matched the way I was feeling. I took the glass from his hand and brought it to my lips before taking a sip and setting it down on the table. “Come with me somewhere.”
“Always,” he said as he took my hand in his, and I led him out of the ballroom and down a hallway.
I’d gone to the restroom earlier and opened the wrong door and found a closet, so I knew exactly where I was taking him right now.
“What happened with Chloe?” he asked as he walked beside me just as I came to a stop.
“She’s good. I gave her a little girl code chat, and I think she’s going to be moving on. At least for tonight.”
“So, we aren’t running to a getaway car?” His hair was a bit disheveled from all the dancing, and his tie was loosened around his neck, and he looked absolutely delicious.
“Not yet. I never miss an opportunity for cake.” I pulled the door open and tugged him into the closet. It was dark aside from the moonlight coming in through the small window in the corner. I pushed the lock on the handle and moved the short distance to the opposite wall.
“What are we doing in here, Wildcat?”
“Well, we’ve had a few kisses that were all cut short, and I just feel like we should get one good kiss in before we break up tomorrow.” I was trying to be light and funny, but my words were breathy and laced with need.
Have I ever wanted anyone the way I want this man?
“Yeah?” His tongue slid slowly along his bottom lip, and I blew out a breath because I couldn’t take much more. “Just a kiss?”
“I mean, I’m open to suggestions,” I huffed. “We can’t have sex, because that would be crossing a line we can’t uncross. But everything else is on the table.”
Did I just say that?
And why were my words so breathy?
I hated that I was seeping desperation.
His lips turned up the slightest bit in the corners, and he didn’t hesitate. Before I could even process what was happening, he had me pushed up against the wall as his mouth crashed into mine. My lips parted in invitation, desperate to feel his tongue against mine.
His body against mine.
One large hand moved to the side of my neck, coaxing my head to tip back so he could take the kiss deeper. The other hand tugged the fabric of my dress up before he squeezed my ass and lifted me off my feet. My legs came around his waist, my fingers tangled in his hair, as his tongue greedily explored my mouth.
It was as if someone had lit a match beneath me.
I was on fire in every way.
Burning for this man in a way I’ve never experienced.
He groaned into my mouth, his lips strong and commanding, as I rocked my center against his erection, which was now throbbing between my legs.
My God. I couldn’t get enough.
He nipped at my bottom lip as both of our panting breaths filled the space around us.
I couldn’t get enough friction with all these clothes on, but I bucked wildly against him like a woman desperate for relief.
“Fuck, Lu,” he said as he kissed his way down my neck, grinding up against me as if he knew what I wanted.
What I needed.
He slipped the thin spaghetti strap of my dress down my shoulder as my head hit the back of the wall, and I continued dry-humping him shamelessly.
My dress slipped down, exposing my breast, and he tugged at the pasty covering my nipple before he flicked the hard peak with his tongue, and I nearly came right there.
I gasped at the contact, and he covered it with his lips, sucking and flicking and torturing me.
My hips were too high to get any traction now, but the sensation of his mouth on me was so overpowering I couldn’t think straight.
As if he read my mind, he kept his lips sealed over my breast as he dropped my feet to the floor.
He pulled back and looked up at me, dark eyes blazing with need, lips swollen from where we attacked one another. He pulled my strap back up over my shoulder, covering me once again, and my heart sank.
Was this too much?
And then he did the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
He licked his lips and dropped to his knees.
“Spread your legs, Lulu. If you’re going to come, it’s going to be on my lips.”
Yes, please.
I slid my feet further apart as he pushed my dress up, and I grabbed the fabric to let it bunch around my waist.
Thank you, Universe, for convincing me to wear these lacy black panties instead of my Spanx.
I had zero shame in my Spanx game. But if a man is going to head down south to pleasure town, I’d at least like to greet him with some lace or satin, not a fabric that would take real effort or a forklift to move to the side.
His mouth covered the lacy fabric, and he flicked his tongue before sucking my clit, right over my panties.
Holy. Freaking. Hotness.
He pulled back and breathed me in before reaching for the side of my panties. I thought he’d pull them down my legs, but instead, he tore them on each side of my hip and tucked the scrap of fabric into his coat pocket.
“If I get to taste you one time, I’m not waiting. I’ll replace the panties,” he said, burying his face between my legs.
Licking and tasting and sucking every inch of me.
I bucked wildly just as he lifted my legs, placing them over his shoulders as he gripped my ass to pull me closer and slipped his tongue in. I saw stars.
He worked me over and over, in and out, quicker now, and I was gasping and tugging at his hair.
His thumb moved to my clit, just as bright lights flooded behind my eyelids, and my entire body shook. I squeezed my thighs against his ears and cried out his name as I went over the edge.
He kept rocking me against his lips, making sure I rode out every last bit of pleasure. I’d never experienced such an intense orgasm, and I never wanted it to end.
My breathing slowed as my eyelids opened to look down at the man still buried between my thighs. His head tipped back, his lips glossy with my desire, and his dark gaze met mine.
“Thank you. That was amazing,” I whispered. “What a way to end a fake relationship. Best breakup ever.”
“You taste as good as I knew you would.”
I started to move my legs, suddenly feeling a little vulnerable that I was spread wide open to him.
He helped me to my feet and adjusted my dress. “Sorry about your panties. I’ll replace them.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. That was a sexy move, Rafael.” I reached into his pocket where he’d tucked my nip cover and slid it beneath the satin fabric of my dress, unable to miss the giant erection straining against his pants.
“Glad you liked it. So, no sex before the breakup, huh?” His voice was all tease.
“I think that would complicate things. But I would like to return the favor.” I cupped his dick with my hand, and he groaned.
“You want me to fuck that sweet mouth of yours?”
“I do,” I purred.
He reached for his suit coat that was sitting on the shelf beside us and dropped it to the floor so I wouldn’t have to kneel on the cement beneath our feet.
Very chivalrous, considering what we were doing.
I slowly moved to my knees, eager to please him the way he’d pleased me.
Rarely was I this invested in pleasing a man.
I can’t remember the last time I cared to do so.
But here I was, on my knees in a maintenance closet at my fake boyfriend’s boss’s wedding.
I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Torturously slow, and he hissed out a breath when I tugged his briefs down.
I’d seen the goods in the shower that day, but being this close was a whole different story.
I could see the thick girth of him. The veins throbbing on his length.
The precum dripping from the tip of his erection.
I swirled my tongue around the top, and he sucked in a breath as his head fell back against the wall.
I opened my mouth, taking him as deep as I could without gagging, and I slowly moved.
Back and forth.
Feeling him grow between my lips.
He gripped my hair as he moaned.
I felt powerful and sexy and desired.
I moved faster, loving the way that I affected him.
I wanted to bring him to the edge, over and over.
And that’s exactly what I did.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and I swirled my tongue as I took him so deep that I gagged the slightest bit, as he bucked into my mouth.
He fisted my hair in warning, trying to pull me back, but I stayed right there.
I felt it just before it happened.
And I relished in the pleasure that I gave him as he cried out my name and went over the edge.
I stayed right there until I swallowed every last drop.
When I peeked up at him, he was looking down at me like he’d just had the best blow job of his life.
Mission accomplished.