Chapter Four
Buttoning up the monkey suit Alyssa begged me to try on, I can”t get the stunning florist off my mind. She”s a firecracker, but that shouldn”t shock me given her dark auburn hair and iridescent blue-green eyes that sparkle with mischief.
She was witty and goddammit, I”m charmed. I”ve always liked women who could stand toe to toe with me in a lively debate. In reality, Libby Bloom is nearly a foot shorter than my six and a half feet, though I can just imagine her grabbing anything that she could climb on to bring her to eye level so we can debate the issue at hand before we fucked like bunnies to work off the passion that sizzles between us.
Just the idea of sinking my hands into the flesh of her curvy thighs as she drags her nails over my skin has my cock hardening behind the suit pants.
“Theo? Are you done yet? I can”t wait to see you in this suit!” Alyssa calls from the seating area beyond the slatted changing room door.
I cannot leave this room with a fucking hard on for my friend”s new florist. The enormous tent in the trousers would scar Alyssa for life.
Clearing my throat, I call out, “Be out in a minute,” before dropping onto the bench seat.
“Hurry up!”
I try to think about headlines I”ve seen in the news lately, the sad puppies in those adoption commercials, my ex-wife”s betrayal. Anything to get my dick to calm the fuck down so I can show aalyssa how ridiculous I look in this getup.
When nothing works, I slowly work the zipper down, sighing with relief when my cock has more room to expand. Palming him through my boxer briefs, I hiss when the slightest pressure touches the head, and I know what I have to do.
Praying there are no hidden cameras back here, I work the pants and my underwear down my hips, grasping my cock firmly in one hand when it springs free.
Silently, I squeeze, applying firm pressure as my hand moves up and down my solid length, imagining it”s being sheathed in a hot, wet pussy that is so tight it”s almost painful.
Unbidden, blue eyes and a crooked smirk spring to mind, my hand clenching in reflex. The new pressure sending a bead of precum spilling over the crown.
Opening my hand, I use it to lubricate my hand so it glides more readily over my sensitive cock. I”ve never been this hard or this desperate for a release.
“Goddammit, Libby,” I grunt quietly as I work myself over, imagining flogging her with roses before bending her in multiple positions as we hurdle toward our releases.
The idea of palming her tits and staring up into her iridescent eyes as she rides me in front of a roaring fire has my balls drawing up and the base of my spine tingling.
My cum spurts out seconds later, landing on the dress shirt I neglected to remove in my haste for release.
“Theo! Don”t make me come in there and get you!” Alyssa threatens loudly. A chuckle from a few rooms down echoes throughout the space and I wonder for the first time if someone heard me.
Stripping out of the ruined white dress shirt, I pull on the pale pink option Alyssa sent into the room with me, hasily buttoning it up and throwing open the door to a pacing Alyssa.
“Ohmigod you look so handsome!” she squeals, clapping her hands together excitedly. “Spin and let me see how it fits in the back,” she orders, twirling a finger when I stand there staring at her.
“Twirl, Theo,” she demands, whistling when I finally do as she asks. “Damn, that”s a tush!”
I whip around, glaring at her as she doubles over, leaning on her knees as she wheezes with laughter.
“Oh, Theo, I”m only teasing.” Tears are streaming down her face as she stands upright again, looking me over with a critical eye.
“You went with the pink shirt instead of the white? she questions. “Any particular reason?”
“Oh, I um…” I sputter, refusing to provide her with the real reason.
“Something to do with a certain attractive florist, perhaps?”
Her smirk is positively devilish, and I know, deep down, that she knows.
“White is boring. And the pink will coordinate with the peonies you want,” I reason, praying she buys my bullshit.
“Hmmm,” she says, skeptically. “I suppose you”ve got a point. Good call, Theo. Let”s go with the pink.”
I breathe a sigh of relief, escaping into the relative safety of the dressing room before she can interrogate me any further. It only takes me a few moments to strip and dress in my jeans and t-shirt, but I balk when I see the white dress shirt I’d hastily tossed onto the bench, wondering what the hell I’m supposed to do with it now.
Folding it up, I carefully tuck the soiled areas under clean ones to disguise the mess, before grabbing the suit and pink shirt and leaving the dressing room behind.
Alyssa joins me as we walk through the shop toward the cashier.
“You could’ve just left the white one in the room. They pay people to put it back, you know,” she teases, nudging me with her shoulder.
“I decided to buy it. I only have an old one and you never know when you’ll need a fancy ass white shirt,” I deadpan.
Thankfully, something shiny grabs Alyssa’s attention and I can breathe normally again. Until the cashier refolds the shirt and gives me a horrified, knowing glance. Unable to meet her eye again, I barely blink when she reads out the total. Guess it’s a good thing I put in all that overtime when spring hit.
The construction business is never a guarantee, but thankfully I’ve got a good reputation for quality work and competitive prices, so there’s rarely any downtime for my crew.
Slinging the bag over my shoulder, I grab Alyssa on my way out, desperate to escape the judgmental glare of the employees. It may just be a guilty conscience berating me for my weakness, but, really, I deserve it.
I haven’t felt the pressing need to get off in quite some time, never mind to a fantasy of a beautiful stranger. Before I can berate myself further, we’re in the parking deck and I’m opening the passenger door to my truck and helping Alyssa in.
Hanging the garment bag in the back seat, I jump behind the wheel, ready to drop her off and head home to fix dinner for my girl. The only girl I need. The only one who won’t break my heart into a million pieces.
“Thanks for coming with me today, Theo. I know flowers and suit shopping aren’t exactly your thing, but I really appreciate it.”
“No problem,” I shrug, not knowing what else to say. They asked me to fill in, so I did. I kinda thought that was the role of the best man. If not, I’m gonna be pissed at whoever circulated that bullshit.
“Anytime,” I finally say, regret immediately rushing through me.
“Actually…” she hedges, looking at me from under her lashes. Suddenly, I realize how Pete got caught in her orbit. If my woman looked at me like that, I’d be a fucking goner, too.
“What is it?” My tone is hesitant, wary of what she’s going to rope me into next.
“Don’t worry, you’ll like this one better,” she says, though I’m inclined to call her a liar. “Cake tasting. The bakery only has an opening Monday evening and Pete’s got some makeup exam session. Would you mind?”
Hmm. I do like cake. “I’ll have to meet you there,” I say, checking the calendar on my phone. “And I may be a few minutes late.”
She beams up at me. “That’s totally fine!”
“Maybe find some more taste testing for me to do. Kinda makes up for the monkey suit,” I tease, getting out of the truck to open her door.
“There’s catering, too, but Pete’s determined to make it to that one. You know how much he loves barbecue.” I groan, already salivating at the prospect, and contemplating getting take-out for dinner tonight. Bailey loves making a mess of a plate of ribs.