Chapter 15 #2
“Come to breakfast. It’s . . . somewhere.
Tomorrow. At some time. I don’t know. A little later.
Because I was not getting up early on the first day of being Mrs. Erica Fontaine.
If you catch my drift.” Her eyes do this weird wink-blink thing.
My brain can’t dwell, so her comments go in one ear and out the other.
Wrapping her arms around my neck, she tugs me down lower.
“She doesn’t do casual.” Her words are accompanied by a headshake, and a more forlorn expression invades her face.
I’m so caught off guard, I don’t realize she’s still hanging on me until Jonah drags her off.
“Don’t forget that.” She points a finger at me, trying to hold it steady but failing miserably.
Still reeling and trying to wrap my head around the “advice,” I squeak in a high-pitched voice, “I-I’ll do my best.”
Beside me, Juli entwines our fingers together, too buzzed to notice how clammy mine are.
She struggles to hold on to her clutch and sandals with the other, so I offer to take the shoes.
You would have thought I’d given her a brand-new car with the way her face radiates happiness.
Her head meets my biceps, and I waste no time tucking her in closer.
“You can carry my shoes any day of the week, Came.”
“I’ll be sure to get right on that,” I deadpan with a chuckle.
The walk back to her suite is slow but not far. The moonlight casts a reflection on the water, guiding our way, along with the lights on the sidewalk.
“Did you have a good time?”
“I always have a good time with you, buttercup.” Still not settled on what I like, I keep trying out different ones. Soon I’m going to have to Google more because I’m running out of ones to try.
“No to the buttercup. Yes to the good times,” Juli murmurs. “My feet are aching. What are the odds you’re in the mood to give me a foot massage?”
“Equal to the chances of you blowing me before riding my dick.” Unfazed by the comment, her body doesn’t twitch.
“My foot massage should come first. Don’t you agree?”
No. Because then my chances of getting us off are probably nonexistent. Though what I say aloud is, “Sure thing, sweetheart.”
She looks up at me, her hooded eyes struggling to focus. “You’ve used that one already. Need new material.”
I shrug. “Thought maybe I’d landed on a winner, but what you’re saying is it’s a no-go?”
We reach her building, walking toward the elevator. Once inside, she gazes at me, her eyes fluttering closed. For a few seconds, I wonder if they’ll open back up, but eventually they do. Slowly.
Releasing a deep breath, she finally claims, “I don’t know. I can’t decide in this state.” Interesting how she knew I’d used it before but can’t give her opinion on it. “Ask me again in the morning. I’ll have all my decision-making faculties back.”
“You can scrounge up the word faculties in your state, but not your stance on the pet name sweetheart?” I laugh, definitely at Juli’s expense.
Her pink-glossed lips frown. “Don’t make fun of me. I’m not the one who kept my cup filled all night long.”
“That certainly wasn’t me,” I defend. “Actually, I believe it was at your insistence I kept it full. At least I also kept you well hydrated with water and gorged with carbs.”
The mention of carbs turns her attitude. “That cake was fucking amazing. Does the chef work here? Because I’mma need another piece or three before I go home.” And the sour attitude returns.
Which I completely understand. It’s truly sinking in that her time here is abruptly coming to an end.
“We’ve got tonight and all day tomorrow. Don’t ruin the night with talk of something in the future.”
“Don’t lose my number this time, k?”
The elevator door opens wide. My mouth agape, she stumbles through, catching herself on the wall so she doesn’t fall. The door begins to close before my mind processes her comment and what’s happening, and I step through just in time.
Her suite is diagonally across from the elevator. “You’ve got the key, Came. Hurry. I think I have to pee.”
That springs me into action. Not so much for the reason it should.
“You think?”
“Only you would pick up on that part.” She rolls those brown orbs in my direction. “I have to pee. Better?”
“Much. I’d be a lot more worried about your faculties if you couldn’t discern when you had to pee.
” I dig the key out of her clutch she also handed over on the walk back, holding it against the knob.
She shoves it open as soon as it turns green, finding her way to the bathroom through the dimly lit suite.
Making sure the door is locked, her shoes fall to the ground as I toe out of mine. I grab two bottles of water from the fridge and follow her into the bedroom.
A few days ago, it took her exactly ten minutes to decide we’re at the stage of using the bathroom in front of each other. She may have been a bit drunk when she mentioned it, but it hasn’t stopped her from doing it since.
Let’s be honest. We’ve completely bared our bodies to each other. What’s a little bathroom usage between friends?
I’m laughing at my own joke when she exits the bathroom, hiking her dress over her head. “What’s so funny?”
“Never mind. Come hither.”
My words don’t distract from the task at hand—getting out of her dress.
She discards it on the floor of the closet, remaining in her lacy lingerie.
The black strapless bra pushes her breasts together, creating an immense amount of cleavage.
My cock takes notice, wanting to slide in between them.
The thong is barely a strip of fabric. Her toned yoga body does little to ease the pain of my hard erection.
I lounge against the headboard in the unmade bed, though the sheets are clean. Juli insisted on a nap before the wedding, which ended up being entirely that—a nap. At least for her. I watched her sleep, not thinking about how close we are to this being over.
She crawls onto the bed, her breasts on full display. Before she reaches me, she twists her body, her feet flying and landing in my lap.
Oh, right. Her foot massage.
“The wedding was fun.” She wiggles her feet, as if I missed the memo about the massage.
Nope, didn’t miss it. Just uninterested. But I promised her.
“Agreed. Though beautiful as the weather is, August in South Carolina can be stuffy. Where are they from?”
“They currently live somewhere in the Midwest. Maybe he’s originally from Cali. She’s from Nebraska. It’s my understanding she wanted it ‘hot’ for her wedding.”
“Wish granted.” My fingers knead into the soles of her feet, making her fall back on her elbows. “I’d prefer this view without the undies. Want to make that happen?”
“More than anything in the world,” she replies sarcastically but lifts her hips, shimmying out of her thong.
“Good girl.”
She shrugs. “Your fingers are magic. Least I can do. Should I lose the bra, too?”
“No,” I state adamantly. “Keep it on.”
“Right-io.” Both of her feet rest on my lap, and she widens her thighs ever so slightly.
My fingers dig a little harder at the glistening sight.
“Yeah. Right therrreeee,” she moans, dragging out the last syllable.
I tear my eyes away from her pussy to find her head hanging back, her bare neck on full display. She’s so goddamn sexy.
And all mine.
As if reading my mind, she mumbles, “I could get used to this.”
She’s not wrong. But I can’t go there.
“It would get old.”
“Pfft. Hardly. Like I could ever get sick of this . . . oh. Yes. Damn.” A longer moan falls out. If she keeps this up while I’m massaging her feet, I’m going to blow my load, mirroring the time she dubbed me Came.
And I’ve only done one foot.
Quickly, I switch it out for the other one, my cock pressing hard against my zipper. Realizing I’m still wearing the wedding clothes, I stop, garnering her attention. “Can I change?”
“If you must.” Her feet pull away, and she waves her hand around, granting me permission. I scramble off the bed, undressing at record speed, leaving myself in my black boxer briefs.
I’m barely back on the bed, and her foot resumes its position in my lap. Her legs are wider now, her right leg bent at the knee, her arm resting on one elbow. The perfect opportunity for me to rasp, “Play with yourself.”
First, she gasps, stunned I’d be so bold.
Next, she narrows her eyes, checking if I’m serious.
“Get it all wet and ready for me.”
“As if it’s not already?” she counters.
Which I know. I have eyes, fixed directly on the area in question.
There’s a silent battle of wills.
Wonder if she’ll give in or give up.