Chapter 30 #2
Averting my gaze, I turned back to the rack of dresses, grabbing a few in my size without paying much attention to the styles. I just wanted to get this over with.
In the dressing room, the hangers rattled as I shoved them onto a hook. “Let me know if you need any other sizes!” Lorraine called out. “Or Dean can come find me! I’m sure you’ll be doing some modeling for him.”
“Thanks,” I said, trying to sound cheerful. I slumped onto the little stool next to the mirror.
Outside the dressing room, Lorraine was saying something else to Dean, and he was laughing politely. Acting like my patient, perfect boyfriend.
Why had I ever agreed to this stupid outing?
When Dean and I were alone at his house, it was like nothing else existed but the two of us and the mission.
Out in public, reality came rushing back.
After Dean left, I would have to tell everyone we broke up.
I’d have to deal with the gossip and their pity and their questions about what went wrong.
Poor Keira. She couldn’t get her man to stay.
So much for true love.
After a few minutes, there was a soft knock. “Find anything you like?” Dean asked.
Shit. I hadn’t even taken a single dress off a hanger. Sifting through them, I found one in a coral color with a subtle abstract pattern. “Just a sec!”
I wriggled out of my clothes and pulled the sundress over my head. Then opened the door. Dean stood with his hands in his pockets, grinning when he saw me. “That one’s pretty. You look great.”
The dressing area was at the back of the store, next to a storage room, and a wall blocked me from the view of the register. Which was good. Lorraine wasn’t watching our every move.
Self-consciously, my fingers traced the contours of the scars on my left shoulder and upper chest. “I don’t know why I picked all sundresses. I should find something with sleeves. Nobody wants to look at this while they’re trying to eat.”
Dean’s eyes moved over me, lingering on my face, then my shoulder. Then he stepped into the small dressing room, crowding me back, and closed the door behind him.
“I told you before. I don’t like it when you talk that way about yourself.”
“But it’s true. Everyone at the restaurant is going to be talking about me. They’ll be staring.” And feeling sorry for me. Which would only get worse later when they heard Dean had left me.
I hadn’t felt this down in a while. Yet I couldn’t seem to break out of it.
He put a hand on the mirror behind my head. “If they talk, they’ll just be saying how gorgeous you are.” He leaned in. “And I will be thinking about how sexy you are. How I can’t wait to get you home and watch you riding my cock with that dress still on. I’ll definitely be staring.”
I inhaled, and Dean’s crisp scent filled my nostrils.
“Why are we even doing this?” I asked. “I don’t need a new dress.”
“And I say you do. Turn around. Look how beautiful you are.”
Slowly, I rotated to face the mirror. Dean crowded behind me, hands going to my hips and massaging me through the thin fabric. Then his touch moved upward, his fingers brushing gently over the scars visible on either side of the skinny left strap of the dress.
“Lorraine’s going to wonder what we’re doing in here,” I said.
He shrugged. “Let her wonder. She’s hardly going to call the cops on Deputy Marsh.”
His right hand slipped downward and started pulling up the back hem of my dress. My eyes went wide in the mirror. “Dean,” I warned.
“I want you to feel good about wearing this dress.” He pressed a kiss to my scars and whispered, “Let me make you feel good.”
Dean’s fingers trailed up my inner thigh and slipped inside the crotch of my panties. I had to reach out and brace myself against the mirror, biting my lip. I couldn’t believe I was letting him do this to me in a dressing room. On Hartley’s Main Street. The gossip that could spread about this…
But would it be worse than anything else they might say? At least my sweet, innocent reputation would be in tatters. That wasn’t me anyway.
“It has to be quick,” I said quietly, gasping.
His grin in the mirror was wicked.
Dean started out with slow, teasing strokes of his fingers.
He rumbled with a quiet groan. “There you go,” he murmured.
“Getting nice and slippery wet for me. Wish I could pull my cock out and fuck you right here up against this mirror. Or maybe I’ll do it later in the restaurant bathroom.
So the whole town knows who you belong to.
They’ll know how much you love taking my cock and my tongue and my fingers. ”
While he kept whispering dirty things, those fingers stroked faster and faster over my core in exactly the way I craved. The way he’d learned would push me over the edge. I felt wanton as the pleasure built.
Then two of his fingers thrust inside me, and I pressed my lips together to keep from making a sound as wave after orgasmic wave shuddered through my body.
I sagged, going limp. Dean wrapped an arm around my waist to catch me. He tugged his other hand free, carefully moved my panties back into place, and kissed my temple.
“Need any other sizes?” Lorraine’s cheerful voice chirped. I startled, but Dean just smiled in the mirror.
“Nope, we’re good. I was helping Keira pick her favorite. I think we found a winner.”