Chapter 7 Terrible Idea
TERRIBLE IDEA
Poppy
“What are you doing?” I ask in shock as he sucks my breast.
He’s finished. Shouldn’t he be done with me? I was prepared for a quick exit, not for him to take his time afterward.
“Enjoying this buffet in front of me,” he mumbles around my nipple.
“We have to go. Everyone’s probably noticed we’re gone. We’ll have to come up with a story.”
His head pops up. “Damn. That’s what we should have done—role-played one of our stories. You could have been a teacher, and I could have bent you over that desk.”
“Oh my God, seriously, move.” I shove his chest with both hands.
He chuckles and rolls to his back, pulling out of me as he does. It’s a weird sensation, especially when I feel his cum dripping between my legs.
“I need to clean up.” I awkwardly rise, squeezing my core like I have to pee so no more leaks out. “Hurry and get dressed. We’re leaving as soon as I’m ready,” I say while gathering my clothes on the way to the bathroom.
Slamming the door in haste and twisting the lock, I set my things on the counter, run to the toilet, and drop my head into my hands with a smile.
Oh my God, that was amazing. I did it. And now that I know what I’ve been missing, I can’t believe I waited so long.
I’m mind blown. Or is it cum drunk? I’m not sure, but holy shit… I’m something.
And did I hear him correctly before we finished? He mentioned having another guy at the same time. That’s… weird. Why would he say that? More importantly, why did I orgasm while picturing it? I’ll have to unpack that one later, because right now, we need to go.
Rushing to put myself together, I finally look in the mirror.
Shit. My hair. I wouldn’t say it’s terrible, but the intricate updo I had is toast. I’ll have to tell them the pins were giving me a headache.
Running my hands through it will have to be enough.
There’s no time to go to my room for a more thorough job, so it’ll have to do.
Taking a deep breath, I swing open the bathroom door to find Braden slipping his shoes on. He’s wearing his pants and dress shirt, but no vest, jacket, or bow tie.
“Why isn’t the rest of your stuff on? We need to leave—right now.”
“This is fine. It’s the reception—time to loosen up.”
“They’ll wonder why you’re coming back half-dressed. Put it on,” I insist.
“No. If anyone asks, we’ll use female issues to explain why you needed a ride back to the room, and I’ll say I stopped by mine to lose the suit. It’s not a big deal.” He shrugs.
It is plausible, considering I used the same excuse earlier.
Okay, this could work. I’m impressed and instantly relieved we have something to go with.
The last thing I want is gossip about Cici’s friend being a hussy who shagged the first guy she came across.
Not that I could’ve done better, since Braden happens to be the hottest one here.
“Fine. Let’s go.” I hastily put my shoes on before we file out the door.
“You won’t go brag and tell your friends you scored, will you?” I glare as menacingly as possible and decide to add on a threat for good measure. “If you do, I’ll tell everyone how awful it was.”
“That’s funny. Which part? The first orgasm on my tongue or the second with my cock?”
I huff in frustration for calling my bluff. “Just don’t say anything. Got it?”
He shakes his head, chuckling. “You’re the one who should be bragging about it.
Finally experiencing a first-class fuck.
I’m guessing you’ve been deeply deprived based on your…
” He motions with his hand in my direction.
“Lack of interest. I did you a favor. You might as well thank me for showing you what a real man can do and why you should be fucking on the regular instead of just reading about it. You’re welcome. ”
The nerve of this jerk. “The only thing to thank you for is showing me what it’s like to sleep with a certifiable asshole and why it was a terrible idea.”
I’m relieved when he parks so I can be on my merry way and forget this ever happened.
“Oh, Little Mouse, sleeping is not what we did. And if I thought you actually believed it wasn’t the best cock you’ve had, I’d take you right back to my room and prove otherwise.”
“As if I’d let you.”
“You really have no clue who you’re up against, do you?”
Instead of answering, I exit the cart in a huff and walk back into the reception without uttering another word. He’s impossible—cocky, rude, and so full of himself I’m shocked he has any friends at all.
“Where have you been, and why does it look like you and Braden were together?” Cici’s voice is laced with suspicion as she catches me on the way in, noticing Braden behind me. We walk and talk toward the bar, since that’s where I’m headed.
I’m sure it’s easy for Braden to lie through his teeth, given his profession. Me? Not so much. But since the last thing Cici needs on her wedding night is to worry about me, I’ll give it my best effort.
“Feminine emergency, and Braden was the closest one I could find to drive me to my room.”
It seems like she bought it, but then she goes from skepticism to concern. “Is he harassing you again?”
“When is he not?” I laugh.
“True. Just let me know if you need me to step in.”
“Don’t worry about it. Did I miss anything while I was gone?” I ask as we make it to the bar, quickly changing the subject so as not to push my luck. The faster we talk about something else, the better.
The bartender comes over, and I quickly order my very much needed drink before she answers.
“Well, I’m not sure when you left, but Walker hit on Matt, and it was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. Matt didn’t take it very well and almost punched him in the face until Mia stepped in to smooth it over. They’re getting along great now.”
“Oh wow. Darn it that I missed it, but I bet I’ll hear about it on the way home tomorrow.”
Since Matt and I are on the same flight, I’ll let him fill me in on the story then. It sounds like it’ll be a good one.
“I’m sad you’re already leaving. I’ve missed you,” Cici pouts.
“Me too, but I’ll be back before you know it… to meet this little one.” I smile and rub her belly. “I can’t wait.”
“You and me both.” She looks to the heavens.
“I’m so happy for you, Cici. Really. Congratulations. I’m so glad everything worked out with you and Eli. You guys are adorable together,” I say genuinely.
“I heard my name. Are you talking shit about me already?” Eli asks sarcastically as he joins us, draping his arm around Cici and pulling her to his side.
“Of course we are. You better take care of my girl for me,” I say sternly to Eli.
“She’s my number one priority, which is why I’m bringing her to bed.
You’ve been on your feet all day and need to rest.” He leans in to kiss her temple.
“Sebastian and Lily already called it. They said to tell you both good night and that they’d say goodbye in the morning. ” The last part is addressed to me.
“Wait! I have to throw my bouquet first,” Cici exclaims.
“All right, cutie. I’ll go have the MC announce it. But then we’re going straight to the room.” Eli kisses her forehead.
“You sure it’s to rest?” Cici asks coyly.
“For you, yes.” He kisses her cheek. “But I didn’t say anything about me.” He wags his brows and walks off toward the DJ booth.
“You’re so lucky.” I reach out to hug her.
“I really am.” She beams. “You’ll find your man soon. I can feel it. But you need to go on more than three dates a year. Make a goal of at least one per week maybe.”
“How about you go throw your bouquet and I’ll talk to you in the morning, Mom.”
She leaves laughing, and with a fresh drink, I join the crowd around the dance floor when a hand lands on my back. Jerking away, thinking it’s Braden, I’m surprised to find Jordan instead. That’s when I remembered I’d left him waiting.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize it was you. And I’m so sorry I took so long. I ended up going back to my room for something.” Using female issues as an excuse doesn’t seem very smooth, so I leave that part off.
Oh, God. To think I could’ve been making out with this guy and missed out on having sex with the other. And who am I even having that thought pop into my brain? Braden truly has made a monster out of me.
He reaches up and touches a strand of hair. “Your hair’s down. I like it.”
“Thank you. The pins were bothering me.”
“Would you be interested in that walk now?”
“I’d—”
“I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Braden.” Suddenly, he’s between us, offering his hand to shake.
“Jordan.” He reaches out, and it’s obvious how hard Braden squeezes at the visible wince Jordan gives.
“So which bride and groom are you here for?” Braden asks casually.
“Eli and Cici. I work with Lily in the marketing department at Dubree Enterprises. How about you?” Jordan responds, completely oblivious to the testosterone rolling off of Braden.
“Both. Jackson and I go way back, and Eli and I have been friends for a couple of years now, and Poppy here,” he turns to me, “was on the flight from Bozeman with me. We’ve been getting to know each other quite well over the weekend. Haven’t we, Mouse?”
He has the audacity to wink at me—the absolute nerve of this man. Right after I told him I didn’t want anyone finding out about us.
I fake a smile and force an answer while my blood boils. “We have been. Enough to know that I don’t like you. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to catch the bouquet now.”
To which—I did not.
Braden
I couldn’t help it. The absolute nerve of this woman talking it up with another man minutes after I came in her. What the actual fuck?
“Hey man, we were just introduced tonight, but I’ll back off if you two are…” Jordan trails off, unsure of what word to use.
Unlike me. “Fucking. Probably best not to double-dip. I’d offer to tag you in, but I’m not done with her yet.” I wink and walk away. Hell, it’s doubtful I’ll see the guy again, so I don’t give a fuck what he thinks of me. Mission accomplished.