Chapter Fourteen #5
I shuddered around him as another intense orgasm wracked my body.
He relaxed instantly as he groaned, filling me with his come.
He pumped into me as my muscles gripped him and he continued to spurt inside me.
When we’d both stopped moaning and writhing, he gently pulled out and reached for the toilet paper.
He ripped off a piece, wadded it up, and wiped gently between my legs, before grabbing another piece to wipe himself clean.
I put on my bra and underwear, watching with a smile as he redressed himself.
I can’t believe I’ll never see this guy again. Figures, he’s a total ten.
“Do you mind if I pee? UTIs and all?” I said, as I grabbed my dress from the floor and pulled it on over my head.
“If you’re comfortable with that, I’m fine,” he said with chuckle.
Even still, he politely turned around while I sat on the toilet.
We fixed our clothes and smoothed each other’s hair enough to hopefully hide what we’d just been up to, and I made sure the coast was clear before sneaking him out of the bathroom.
I pulled him back across the lobby to the coat room and yanked him against me for a kiss.
“This has been the best accidental wedding I’ve ever been to,” I said against his lips.
He kissed me again. “Don’t go yet. Please.”
I looked at his watch. It was late. “Isn’t that typically the hallmark end to an evening like this?”
“It doesn’t have to be,” he said, stroking my hair behind my ears. He tipped his head toward the sound of the crashing waves outside the venue. “Take a walk with me first. Then I’ll walk you to your car. I’m not ready to watch you walk away yet.”
“Okay,” I said, biting the inside of my cheek to suppress a grin. “My bag is upstairs.”
“I’ll go get it. Wait here.”
Before I could respond, he took off for the stairs and returned a moment later with my clutch and his suit jacket.
He took my hand and led me down to the beach where we walked along the water’s edge in the dark, the shore illuminated by the moon and the lights of the venue. “What made you tell me you were bisexual?”
His grip on my hand tightened and he looked at the sand. “I’ve been wanting to say it out loud for a while. I almost told you upstairs, but I chickened out.”
I leaned my head against his arm. “Did someone make you feel like you couldn’t say it?”
“My dad,” he said. “Just your textbook homophobic father fueled by rage and alcohol.”
“I’m sorry, Kayden. You have nothing to be ashamed of,” I said.
He met my eyes. “I know. I’m proud of who I am, really. I just haven’t quite figured out how to tell other people.”
“Hey, you know how we said no promises? But I’ve already promised to quit my job?”
“Yes, and you’re keeping that, right?” he asked, looking at me with expectation.
“I will,” I said. “But I think you should make me one promise in exchange.”
Those wheels behind his eyes turned for a few beats before he said, “What do you have in mind?”
“I want you to consider telling someone else tomorrow. Even if it’s a stranger. I think you should keep saying it out loud to strangers until it feels right to say it out loud to the people close to you.”
“You’ll stop working for that creep and I’ll try to tell someone else I’m bisexual? Does it have to be a guy I’m attracted to?”
“Not tomorrow,” I said, turning to face him. “But eventually, I hope it is. You deserve love however you find it. No matter what your dad told you.”
He cupped my face and leaned close. “You deserve good things too. No matter what your dad made you believe.”
We kissed each other for a few minutes with the waves crashing at our feet.
These kisses were softer than our frenzied kisses from earlier and as time went on, my chest started to hurt more and more, a low-level heartbreak already setting in.
How do you find someone who feels perfect for you only to let them disappear into the world?
“I need you to walk me to my car now,” I said. “Or I might want more promises than either of us are ready for.”
He nodded sadly and we walked back to the parking lot without another word.
“I’m really glad you don’t know how to read a wedding invitation,” he teased as he pulled the front door of my car open for me.
I laughed and leaned into his chest one more time. “I’m really glad you didn’t let me run out of there.”
I kissed him one more time. “I hope you have a great life, Kayden, and if I never see you again, then I hope you’ll remember me as the woman who encouraged you to be true to yourself.”
He smiled as his thumb stroked my cheek. “I want to be remembered as the guy who made you come loudly in the bathroom.”
I laughed, my head falling backward.
“I’m kidding,” he said softly. “I want to be the guy who helped you take charge of the life you want.”
“Deal,” I said, offering my hand in a handshake.
“Deal,” he said, shaking it. He pressed one soft kiss to the back of my hand, and I climbed into my car.
It was hard to fathom how one night with a stranger could change your life forever, but I knew he would.
Because I was going to quit my job tomorrow.
I was going to honor that promise and I was going to remember him and this feeling for the rest of my life.