Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
WELLS
Wells had never planned to fuck Allison in public.
But as she slid down onto his cock in the loft overlooking Bloom fifteen minutes before they opened, he had to admit it was the best idea he’d had in a while.
Christ, she feels so good. He groaned as his cock slid deeper into her, tight and so wet it made his eyes cross.
It was the last day of her ovulation window until next month, and he’d gotten caught in the diner’s first breakfast rush.
She’d texted him reminders that the window was closing.
He’d almost said they could wait until that afternoon, but fucking hell, she’d said she hadn’t worn any panties that day and he’d nearly tripped over himself running over.
They’d planned to go up to the third floor, but then he’d made the mistake of kissing her on the loft landing and they’d gotten…distracted.
The curve of her breasts slid up and down in front of his face. Thank god they don’t have a security camera.
He tried not to come too quickly, didn’t want their last time to be over too soon.
He pulled down the neckline of her dress, pulling a breast out and pinching her already tight nipple. She bit off a moan as she squeezed around him.
“Fuck you feel so good,” he moaned into her mouth, squeezing her nipple, twisting it in the way she apparently liked. They’d made the most of the past four days, fucking for as long as he could last. They’d enjoyed his shower, his bed, her bed, and memorably, briefly, the walk-in freezer.
Too good. It felt too fucking good.
It all had.
He thought of today’s lunch menu to avoid coming too quickly as he stared up into her pouting, whimpering, desperate mouth. He swiped a thumb over her lower lip. Her lips had been his downfall the first time he’d seen her. Thick, pouting. Like they’d been drawn by an artist and over-plumped.
Ham sandwiches, Reubens, Cobb salad, he thought with every pulse, trying to distract himself so he could last long enough to make her come.
The scooping, desperate motion of her hips was too sexy though, and he had to close his eyes as he fingered her clit, needing her to come.
He hadn’t failed at that mission yet, and she’d nearly passed out from how hard she’d come two days ago when he’d introduced the Flower Blaster to their “trying” session.
The shopkeeper’s bell at the door to Bloom clanged, signaling the arrival of a new customer, and they both froze as Wells’s eyes flew open.
“You didn’t lock it?” she hissed.
“Someone wasn’t wearing panties,” he hissed back. She started to get up, but he planted a hand firmly on her hip.
Mine, he thought, wanting her to be pregnant so badly.
“Hi, be there in a second,” Allison said over her shoulder.
“Oh shoot. I’d forget my head if it wasn’t tied on,” an unfamiliar voice said with a snap of their fingers. “Forgot my wallet at the diner. I’ll be back.” The door opened and closed again.
Jackpot.
Allison fought a smile as he squeezed her hip, grinding her against him.
But he felt her clench around him as her smile won out. She leaned into him as the front door closed. “Wells,” she sighed in a we-shouldn’t-do-this voice as he thrust deeper. “Not enough time,” she muttered right before she kissed him, her tongue sliding eagerly into his mouth.
Challenge accepted.
He slid a hand into her hair as he whispered in her ear, stroking her clit quickly, firmly, never breaking his rhythm.
If I know one thing, it’s that my girl likes dirty talk.
“The only part I hate about this? That I can’t come all over you.
” He raked his teeth over her earlobe, and she clenched with a gasp.
“I’ve dreamed about it a thousand times.
Pull out and cover your pussy with it, gushing over your slit.
” She whimpered, and he could feel the ripples of an orgasm building around his cock.
“Fuck your tits, come all over them,” he said urgently, “making the prettiest string of pearls on this long neck. And then?” He pulled back, looking her dead in the eye.
“Lick every drop off of you and give it to you right here,” he said, hooking his thumb over her lip.
“You’d take every drop, wouldn’t you, greedy girl? ”
She nodded, surging forward to kiss him, and her tongue met his on instinct, as if she was imagining it. Fuck yes.
He slid his hand under her skirt, grabbed the wetness from her clit. He reached down over her ass until he was teasing a finger exactly where he’d learned she liked it yesterday.
“You crave it, don’t you, dirty Miss Prim?” He teased her ass while he thrust into her. “Want my cum covering you to show everyone you’re mine?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned as she came. He caught her mouth with his to stifle her scream, finally letting himself bask in how delicious she felt around his cock, in his hands.
He let himself come, thrusting harder and harder until they’d stilled in the throes of pleasure.
They both gasped, breathing through it. Aftershocks shuddered through them.
The clock clicked to 8:53 a.m. as she pulled back, catching her breath. He tucked her breast back into her dress.
Allison slowly stood, smoothing out the long plaid skirt of her ’50s-style dress. “Now I can say I’ve had sex in public three times.”
“That’s what you get for leading with ‘no panties,’” Wells said with a smirk, lifting to zip his pants.
She pulled up her neckline more firmly, adjusting herself and combing out her hair, as the bell above the door clanged.
“I’m back,” a voice called from below.
“Coming,” Allison called, and Wells snorted loudly.
Allison narrowed her eyes at him, but he saw the happy sparkle there. He liked knowing that she had him running down her legs as she walked away.
She flew down the spiral staircase into Bloom as he got his bearings, buckling his belt.
He was going to miss this when they finally got pregnant. A reason to come see her, tease her, make her smirk and roll her eyes at him. To watch her come undone for him, secretly stealing moments together.
Will that be the last time we have sex? “Show everyone you’re mine” rang in his ears. He’d said it to get her over the edge, to finally come when they were both so close.
Did he mean it? Did he want her to be his?
Allison dealt with the customer, and she was funny and warm. The customer was overwhelmed trying to get everything right for their daughter’s sweet sixteen party.
He was feeling pretty fucking pleased with himself for having picked out somebody who seemed to be a genuinely good person to be the mother of his child.
He’d get to see her at holidays and birthdays from now until forever, if this all worked out.
Maybe even have a round two if it went well.
Make a whole little army of future basketball or football players.
Or really tall lawyers.
He walked to the third floor to use the bathroom and wash his hands. A diner rush, hot sex, and all before breakfast with one of my oldest friends. Wells smiled at himself in the bathroom mirror, pleased with how his life was working out these days.
The customer left, and Wells walked down the spiral staircase as Nash walked in with Lily.
“Hey, you,” Lily said cheerfully. “What were you doing in the loft?”
Ah, shit.
“Wanted to, um, see the store,” Wells said, panicking slightly. “From…a bird’s-eye view.”
Lily dropped her coat behind the counter. “Buddy, you were born with a bird’s-eye view compared to some of us,” she said, pointing to her five-foot-ish self.
“Ready for breakfast?” Nash said, nodding his head at the door. They’d planned to meet at Fox & Forrest to catch up.
He’d wanted one more moment with Allison. One more kiss.
He’d thought he had more time.
“Where are you guys going?” Allison asked, grabbing her purse after handing off instructions to June, their part-time help, who had walked in the back door.
“Next door,” Nash answered.
“Oh.” Lily looked at Allison with a grimace. “We were planning to go there too.”
“Do you want to all sit together?” Wells asked, his eyes landing on Allison.
Say yes.
It felt important for some reason.
“Oh no.” Lily waved it away. “We wouldn’t put you and Allison through that.” Lily laughed, as if it would be absolute chaos.
Allison shrugged, eyes sparkling. “That’s fine. We can be civil,” she said, biting back a smile.
Yeah. I civiled her brains out about five minutes ago.
A handful of minutes later, they were seated next door at a table in the lush and fashionable Fox & Forrest. When the host seated them, the couple at the next table took one look at Allison and Wells before moving one table over.
Apparently, their reputation of turning meals into food fights preceded them.
“Here, sit on this side so we don’t bump elbows,” Wells said as they got to the table, switching spots with Allison.
Lily paused and looked at them in confusion.
“She’s left-handed.” Wells shrugged as if everyone knew this. Rather, it was something he’d filed away.
“Oh, right. I forgot,” Lily said with a laugh. He and Nash caught up as Allison and Lily chatted about floral displays.
After they put in their orders, Lily turned to him. “Olivia said you got harangued into the date auction for the food bank.”
“My condolences.” Nash wrapped an arm around Lily. “One of the many benefits of being married. A permanent excuse to bow out of that circus.”
“You loved taking Margie bowling your last year,” Lily teased, poking at his stomach. “He still talks about how she hustled him, like she was a simple old lady instead of the lanes’ record holder for strikes.”
Nash bit the inside of his cheek in embarrassment. “Too bad you didn’t come that year. I’d have happily taken you bowling instead.” He dropped a kiss on his wife’s lips.
Wells ached with jealousy at the freedom they had. At not being able to do that right now with Allison.
He stared at her perfect lips, then decided to ask her a question to distract himself. “You going this year?” He’d tried for nonchalance, but it had come out decidedly hopeful.
“We’ve decided to go as a girls’ night,” Allison said, looking everywhere but at him as she sipped her water.
This just got more interesting.
Gears started turning in the back of Wells’s head.
“You gonna bid for one very hot date with yours truly?” Wells said with a rakish smile, teasing her.
She laughed with Lily and Nash. “Obviously not,” she said, getting prim and proper as she smoothed her skirt—as if his hands hadn’t been underneath it twenty minutes ago.
Okay, the “obviously” wasn’t necessary, he thought, already plotting his revenge.
He’d make sure she’d bid.
In front of everyone.
The waiter set down their drink orders. Allison’s coffee had been delivered black, and they’d given Lily a side of oat milk but nothing for Allison.
“Can we get a regular side of cream for her coffee?” Wells asked.
The waiter spun away with a nod.
“Wait, did you want sugar?” Wells asked Allison suddenly. Sometimes she took it with sugar, sometimes without.
“No, I’m okay,” Allison said, waving him off.
“It’s no problem. I can flag him. Yes or no?” He arched an eyebrow at her.
“No,” Allison said with a soft, secret smile at him and a firm head shake. He nodded back, as if to say, Thank you for asking for what you actually wanted.
They turned their attention back to Nash and Lily across the table, who looked utterly baffled.
“What’s going on?” Lily said slowly, narrowing her eyes at them.
“Nothing,” Wells said, handing Allison a napkin as she handed him a straw from the holder.
“This is giving me the heebie-jeebies,” Lily said to Nash, who nodded solemnly.
“Nobody’s sick, right? You’re not dying?” Nash asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
“No,” Allison said as Wells said “Absolutely not.”
“There hasn’t been one death threat in the last five minutes,” Lily said.
“Maybe we’ve grown,” Wells said with an appraising smile.
Nash snorted. “I’ve known you for thirty-five years, man. You stopped growing—maturity-wise—about sophomore year.”
“I’ve read Sun Tzu’s Art of War every year since,” Wells said, sipping his soda. “And I’ve always taken to heart one of the major tenets.”
He clinked his glass to Allison’s coffee cup—the one that now had cream in it. “Know thy enemy.”
They both smiled placidly at Nash and Lily, and he hoped their cover wasn’t blown.
A minute later, Wells felt his phone buzz.
ALLISON
Nice save.
He pressed his knee against hers under the table in response. In fact, he might just let it rest there the whole meal.