Chapter 27
Theresa wrapped her arms around Sean as they swayed together on the dance floor.
To say that she found her boyfriend desirable in his military dress blues was a vast understatement.
He looked unbelievably sexy in his crisp, blue uniform, with a white turndown collared shirt and a double Windsor necktie.
Theresa moaned as she ran her hands across the fabric.
“Have I told you how incredibly sexy you look in this uniform, Sean?” Theresa murmured seductively.
“You might have mentioned it several hundred times,” Sean said with a grin. Theresa knew how proud he was of his military career, and she knew it pleased him that she found him so irresistible in his military garb.
Theresa’s lips found his, and she kissed him with more intensity than was probably appropriate on a public dance floor at a wedding. “Oh, Sean,” she moaned in his ear. “You’re making me crazy.”
“I’m not doing anything,” Sean said, knowing damn well how turned on she was by him and enjoying every moment. “Watch out, or you’ll get drool all over my uniform.”
Theresa laughed and kissed him again, harder and longer. “I can’t help it. You just look so damned…heroic…in this outfit. You know I’ve never seen you actually wear it in person before. The only time I’ve ever seen you in it was in the official photo when you got your Airman’s medal…for bravery.”
Theresa could never understand why some women had a thing for bad boys. Not her. She had a serious hero complex. There was nothing sexier than a strong, brave, good guy. And that was Sean all over.
“I can’t wait anymore, Sean.” Theresa told him, eyes flashing.
“What do you mean?” he asked her warily.
“I need to have you. Now.”
“You can’t be serious,” Sean asked, eyes wide. He was fairly used to Theresa’s wild eccentricities but sneaking off to have sex at her best friend’s wedding was crazy even for her.
“I mean it. You’re my hero, Sean,” Theresa said seductively, nuzzling his neck. “And I need you to rescue me from my sexual frustration.”
“What frustration? We did it last night after the rehearsal dinner at the hotel. And you didn’t sound frustrated then, the way you were screaming my name.” Sean said with amusement.
“I know, but you weren’t wearing this,” Theresa said tugging on his uniform.
“I wasn’t wearin’ anything!”
“I can’t help it, Sean,” Theresa said, and now the frustration was clear in her voice. “I need you to take me, hard, while you’re wearing your dress blues. I can’t wait until tonight.”
Sean looked into her pleading eyes, and she knew his resolve was weakening. She could also feel the bulge between his legs growing larger by the moment.
“Baby, you know this is my fantasy,” Theresa said, running her finger across his lips.
Sean nodded. He knew. He frequently made love to her while wearing his dog tags around his neck because it drove her wild with desire.
He’d also once taken her up against the wall with his camo fatigue pants around his ankles.
Theresa always came hardest when he was wearing some kind of military gear.
Sean looked nervously around. “Okay, but we have to be quick. And you can’t scream. I mean it! If Lucy found out what we were up to at her wedding—”
Theresa’s eyes lit it. “I promise. Let’s go!”
With that, she grabbed Sean’s hand and pulled him off the dance floor and dragged him off to the bridal room.
The bridal room door didn’t lock, so Sean put a chair up against the doorknob to keep anyone from coming in. Theresa sat down on a table and looked at him hungrily.
“Come to me, baby,” Theresa said, reaching for him. Sean pushed her down on the table, then he reached under her dress and pulled down her panties. “Oh, Sean, Oh God, Sean.”
Theresa kept her eyes open as she watched him unbuckle the pants of that delicious uniform. She didn’t want to miss one moment of her heroic staff-sergeant boyfriend as he made passionate if quick love to her in that gorgeous getup.
“You know there’s certain code of conduct I’m supposed to maintain in this uniform—”
“Take me, Sean!” Theresa pleaded.
Sean climbed up on the table, his pants down but still dressed otherwise. He opened her legs and flung her right foot over his shoulder. She opened her mouth to cry out but he reminded her, “Don’t scream, baby.”
“I’ll try,” Theresa panted. He rammed himself inside her, and she pressed her lips together to stifle the cry that ached to escape from her mouth. She whimpered with pleasure as he thrust in and out of her, making the table squeak underneath her.
“God, you feel good, baby,” Sean said in a husky voice. He glanced a bit nervously toward the door. They both knew this had to be a quickie if they were going to get away with it. Sean reached between her legs and began gently stroking her clit to get her there faster.
“S-Sean, Sean, Oh, God, Sean,” Theresa was so aroused and the strokes of his finger were so perfect that she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to reach orgasm. “Oh, Sean…I’m coming…I’m coming!”
“I know baby, but you can’t scream!” Sean said.
Theresa opened her mouth to do just that, and Sean pressed his mouth over hers to stifle her cries of passion.
She felt his lips tremble with laughter as he tried to shut her up with his kiss.
Her orgasm slammed into her with wave after wave after wave of intense, blissful pleasure.
She gripped his shoulders, and the feel of the rough crispness of his uniform only intensified her climax.
When her body finally stopped spasming and she lay back on the table, Sean finally took his mouth off hers.
Sean kept thrusting in and out of her, chasing his own orgasm. He gripped the heel of her stiletto, which was still over his right shoulder. “These shoes are so goddamned sexy.”
“Next time I’ll wear the shoes and nothing else,” Theresa said, still gasping for breath.
Sean moaned, and apparently that image was enough to push him over the edge as he emptied himself inside her.
Theresa felt the strong vibrations of his orgasm ripple through her body.
He lay on top of her for a moment, gasping for breath, then shifted off her a bit so she could breathe without his full weight on her.
He looked down and her and asked, “Feel better now?”
“God bless America,” Theresa moaned, making him laugh. “Thank you for servicing me, Sergeant.
“My pleasure. Believe me.”
Theresa looked at him adoringly. “I love you so much, Sean.”
“I love you, too. You’re crazy, but I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
Sean slid his arm underneath her and pulled her close, holding her as best as he could on the hard wood of the table. He kissed her tenderly, and she ran her fingers through his hair.
* * *
Lucy narrowed her eyes when she saw Theresa walk back into the ballroom, straightening her hair and her dress. She knew exactly what her friend had been up to.
“I cannot believe her!” Lucy exclaimed.
“Whut?” Jesse asked, following her gaze.
Lucy lifted her skirts and stalked over to Theresa with Jesse close on her heels. Sean headed over to the bar, leaving Theresa alone for the moment.
“Oh, hey, Lu—”
“You had sex at my wedding!” Lucy said.
Jesse’s eyes opened wide, while Theresa feigned innocence. “What?” she asked.
“Don’t what me. I used to live with you. You know how many times I’ve seen you stagger out of your bedroom after a night with Sean lookin’ like you can barely walk? I know your after-sex look, and that is it!” Lucy said, gesturing at her friend.
“We didn’t have sex at the wedding. It was at the reception!”
Jesse laughed out loud, then put his hand over his mouth, not wanting to upset Lucy anymore.
“It was the dress blues. I couldn’t help it!” Theresa said, pleading with her eyes for Lucy to understand.
Lucy couldn’t stay mad for one second longer. She never could hold a grudge, especially with her best friend. She burst out laughing, and Jesse joined in and so did Theresa.
“God, you’re a slut,” Lucy teased.
“I know, right? I’m sorry,” Theresa told her.
Sean came walking up holding a beer and a glass of wine. He handed the wine to Theresa, then looked at Lucy.
“What?” Sean asked, perplexed by Lucy’s accusatory stare.
Lucy put her hands on her hips. Sean looked at Theresa questioningly, eyes wide.
“She didn’t tell me. I guessed,” Lucy told him.
“Oh,” Sean said, looking appropriately guilty. He put his beer down on a nearby table. “I’m sorry, Lucy. We didn’t mean to be disrespectful on your big day.”
Lucy looked into Sean’s sweet, sorrowful eyes. He was such a good man, and he loved and cherished Theresa the way she deserved.
“I know. And you do look handsome in your uniform,” Lucy said with a smile. She slid her arm around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder. Sean grinned and slipped his arm around her, eagerly hugging her back.
“She started it!” Sean said, looking at Theresa.
“I don’t doubt it!” Lucy said.
Jesse raised his eyebrow and nodded at Sean, clearly approving of his amorous activities.
“I saw that, Spenser!” Lucy chided.
“Hey, you let Remy off the hook. I saw her sneak away with Avery,” Theresa said with a sly grin. Lucy nodded happily.
“She’s such a sweet girl,” Sean said. “I’m so glad she has him in her life for good now. She’s been through such hell, and she really deserves some stability in her life.”
Lucy turned to Theresa, “You didn’t tell Remy yet, did you?”
Theresa smiled and shook her head. “No, not yet. I don’t want to overwhelm her. She’s got enough to celebrate for today.”
Lucy nodded. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss Sean on the cheek, then went over to cuddle up next to her new husband. Sean and Theresa headed back out to the dance floor.
“Seems like everyone is having sex on my wedding day but me.” Lucy said to Jesse.
“Don’t you worry, my rose,” Jesse said, nuzzling her neck. “I can’t wait to ravish you once we get to that bridal suite. You’ve been lookin’ so sweet and innocent in your white dress all day. Makes me want to do some not-so-innocent things to you.”
“That sounds wonderful,” Lucy said, wishing they could rush off right now like Remy and Avery had done.