1. #fucklove #2
Rose grabs another champagne flute on her way. “You say I’m impatient, I say I’m an efficient facilitator.” When we reach the wall of cream fabric hanging like a waterfall from the rafters, Rose drops my hand and gives me her stolen drink to hold.
I watch, amused, as she feels up the wall of fabrics and fairy lights like she’s looking for something.
“Ah ha!” Looking proud as Moses, she parts the fabric, revealing a blocked-off section of barn.
“I’m pretty sure that’s blocked off for a reason.” I glance to both sides and behind me, but no one seems to be looking. “I don’t think guests are allowed.”
She rolls her eyes and scoffs before snagging her pilfered glass from my hand. “Didn’t know you were such a goody-two-shoes.”
That surprises a laugh out of me. “Never been called that before.”
Her smile turns sly, and she uses her free hand to trace a finger down the side of my jaw. “I’m pretty sure if you hang with me long enough there will be a lot of never-befores.”
Damn she’s fun. “I don’t doubt it.”
The song changes to something slower, and she looks back toward the dance floor, watching as couples get closer, rocking together to the sway of the music. Instead of that dreamy look I’m used to seeing on women at weddings, her face darkens, her light brown brows pinching together.
“What’s wrong?”
She starts at my question but recovers, squaring her shoulders to mine. “Nothing’s wrong.” Her frowning face is now one of determination.
“Your ex out there with someone new or something?” My voice is sharper than I meant, and I don’t know why.
It shouldn’t bother me, the thought of Rose using me to get over someone.
If anything, it should make my decision to hook up easier, as Rose won’t be hopped up on fairy tales but rather searching for a quick Band-Aid over her heart.
“Please.” She gestures to herself. “Like anyone would choose to leave this.”
I chuckle, covering the sigh of relief that escapes me.
“All right, enough chit-chat, old man.”
“Old man?”
She ignores me and finishes her drink, smacking her lips when she’s done.
“All you need to know is I’m getting off tonight.
” She drops her empty glass on the nearest table.
“Whether I’m flying solo this mission, or you sack up and help a girl out, I will be enjoying the surge of orgasm endorphins.
” She raises a hand and waggles her fingers.
Once again, my mind stutters as I stare at her raised hand, my imagination running in a lot of dirty, depraved directions.
“Figure out which it’s gonna be, old man.” She finds the opening, parts the fabric once more, and disappears.
I feel oddly bereft at her sudden disappearance, like the lights just went out. There is something about this girl that draws you in. She’s magnetic.
However, as drawn to her as I am, for that very reason, her ducking behind the curtain without me could be the course correction I need.
I could wander back to my table, have a few more drinks.
Toast the happy couple and leave, just as I planned from the outset.
All I have to do is walk away. Play it safe.
I toss back the rest of my drink, set my glass down next to hers, then square up to the curtains.
As an astronaut, when have I ever played it safe? Besides, I’ll just tell her I’m heading to Germany in two days for a spacewalk debriefing. It’s the truth. And hopefully that will stop any round two ideas in her head before they start.
Slipping through the fabric, it takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dimness. And then another for my brain to catch up with the sight before me.
There, against the wall, is Rose. A beam of light cuts across her body, illuminating her like a fairy in the moonlight.
A fairy with her hand between her legs.
The heavy fabric drapes swing into place behind me, cutting the noise of the wedding to a dull hum, allowing me to pick up on the whimpers and moans of the woman before me.
Her head is tilted back, her throat exposed once more as her breasts swell against her neckline, fighting their constraints. Her free hand holds her dress up to her hip, allowing her other to dip, swirl, and rub without impediment.
I’ve watched fiery flames of the sun’s corona lick across the Earth only to be plunged into total darkness while flying over seventeen thousand miles an hour in space with only a tether to keep me from spiraling out into the star-scattered abyss of the unknown.
But this… this is more beautiful than the glow of heat across our planet. And probably just as dangerous.
At her next whimper, I move forward. Her eyes flutter open at the scuff of my shoes across the floor.
A lazy smile lights her face before she closes her eyes once more. “You came.” Her voice is breathy, the hand between her legs never stopping.
“I will.” One of my hands cups her cheek, and I bend to touch my lips to hers, gentler and more loving than I meant. “But not before you.”
And then I do what any man would do before such a fairy. A siren. A harbinger of destruction.
I drop to my knees.