Chapter Four
Lawson
Lying is not something I am prone to.
Keeping the truth from someone is still lying, yet I cannot figure out how to tell Lark the truth. I fear once I do, the weekend I want so badly will be ruined. I want this weekend with Lark. One night with her proved that. Hell, one night with her might have made me want a hundred more nights.
First, I must come clean about who I am.
“Morning handsome,” she purrs against my throat before her warm mouth is there, stirring everything to life inside of me.
Lark sprawls across my chest, her thick silky hair spread everywhere, smelling good and tickling my skin. I cradle the back of her head, tilting it back so I can take her soft mouth in a good morning kiss. I get lost in it for a moment, thinking of all the mornings I could have waking up with her.
Crawling over me, she presses her soft curves against my hard lines, and I cannot get my fill of her. My hands skim over her soft breasts, her thick hips, her plump ass, adoring every inch. Her tongue tastes sweet as it licks at mine, her soft tits rubbing deliciously against my chest as she starts to move.
“Take me inside, love,” I rasp, my morning wood pushing greedily against her slick opening.
“Yes,” she moans, throaty, raw, hot as hell.
Pushing up on her knees, she presses her hands against my chest. Staring up at her, her hair falling around her in inky waves, her tits swaying as she rocks against my stiff dick, she is a vision of perfection. Her wet slit rubs back and forth against my aching cock before she reaches down, fisting me with a sexy smirk at her lips.
Without a word, she rubs my length between her folds then moans as she pushes me inside slowly. Grasping her hips, it takes everything in me not to slam balls deep. I want to get as deep as I can and stay there. Slowly, she lowers, inch by inch, the slide of her wet, tight heat so good my eyes roll back in my head.
“Jesus,” I hiss as her pussy ripples around my cock. “You feel so damn good,” I groan, smacking her ass to get her to move.
That smack stuns her. I see it in her eyes. In the way her fair skin flushes. My smut reading girl likes it. I smack her again, and we both moan as her pussy flexes again. Reaching up, I palm her heavy tits as she starts to rock. Sitting up, I close my mouth around one nipple, my fingers twisting and tugging at the other one.
“Oh, Lawson,” she moans, slowing down when I need her to go faster. I reach back and smack her ass again and she cries out, moving faster. Harder, taking me deeper and deeper. I smack her again and her pussy flutters around mine as she starts to bounce.
“That’s it, good girl. Bloody hell, that’s it,” I grit out, sliding my hand to over her hip to find her clit. I rub at it with the flats of my fingers, smirking when she whimpers and bounces faster, rocking the bed against the wall.
Once again, I hope the entire hotel hears us, I hope they all know it’s my cock making her feel this good, it’s my touch, me filling her that has her moaning my name and fucking me harder, faster. I whisper filthy things to her, how good her pussy feels, how hot she looks fucking me, and she slams down on my lap, her hands clawing at my thighs.
“Lawson! Baby, I’m coming!”
“Good girl, come all over my cock. Fuck, that’s so hot. I am not done, not even close,” I growl, gathering her against my chest as I take over.
Bending her back on the bed, I kiss every inch of her I can reach. I pound into her, no rhythm to my thrusts. I am rutting her desperately. Wanting to watch her get off again, wanting to come inside her again. I bite her shoulder as I tilt her hips up, my thrusts furious now, wild, a growl rumbling inside my chest as come.
“Get there, beautiful. I need you to choke my cock with this pretty pussy,” I demand, fingers rubbing furiously at her clit as I pump into her feverishly, the bed sliding across the hardwood floor with loud thuds.
“Yes! Oh God! Don’t...I’m going to...”
Lark shouts, nails tearing down my back as she comes hard. So hard, hot liquid soaks us both as the force of her orgasm pushes me from her tight cunt. I roar and push back in, needing to be inside her when I come. I pump once, twice and sink my teeth into her breast as I come so hard I am shaking.
Falling against her, I cradle her close, kissing her damp skin as my hips still work, as if of their own will. Trying to get every drop of me deep inside of her. Once I can breathe right again, I lift her against me, heading to the bathroom for us to share a shower.
Inside, we cuddle together beneath the water, touching, kissing, laughing as I use the tiny bottles of hotel shampoo to wash her hair and the tinier soap to wash her luscious body. Toweling her off later, I note the marks I have left on her skin, wondering if they might show in her dress for the wedding.
“Fuck. We need to talk, love,” I tell her as I kiss the marks gently, winding the thick towel around her.
Lark frowns at me, something sparking in her eyes. Fear. Resignation. That I want this to end? No fucking way. For me, it feels as if this is just getting started. I do not care if she’s twenty years older than me or my mate’s mother. All I care about is what I have felt since I saw her.
Lark is the sort of woman you hold on to.
“No, we don’t. We had a good time, Lawson. The best time. We were never going to spend the weekend wedding crashing. This was what it was.”
“Hey, no,” I argue as I spin her to face me, dropping my towel. “Yes, we sure as hell are, love. I said I wanted you for the weekend and I meant it. I also said I would never lie to you. I am not being honest with you.”
Lark’s tawny skin pales as she backs up fast. “Oh hell. Have you made me the other woman? Is there someone else here this weekend with you?”
“No, no, not at all. Jesus, I don’t want anyone else now that I found you, Lark, how could I? You’re the sexiest, sweetest, smuttiest woman I ever met and I....I want this weekend with you. Once you find out who I am...” I sigh, running my fingers through my wet hair. Lark takes a few steps closer to me, pressing her hand to my chest. Beneath her touch, my heart is thundering.
“What do you mean? Who...who are you?”
Part of me wishes I never had to tell her. That I could have this weekend with her, one neither of us would ever forget. I wish this didn’t matter. I hate that it does. Going to her, I cradle her face in my hands, shocked to find them shaking. I am sick at the idea of her being upset with me or feeling as if I have led her on somehow.
“I am who I said I was, I... I had no idea what wedding you were here for. Who is it you’re here for, love?”
“M-my son is getting married. Who’s wedding did you come for?”
“Uh, see that’s the thing,” I trail off again, rubbing at the back of my neck as shame washes over me. “I... did not know. I never...I don’t know how, Lark. Benji never mentioned you by name of course.”
Lark frowns again before it hits her what I mean. We’re here for the same wedding. Could the odds be more against me? Three weddings and the woman of my dreams is here for the same one. For her son, one of my best friends. How could I explain to Benji I got entangled with his mother?
“Wha....what? You know my son? You’re here...for Benji’s wedding?”
“Yes. I am one of the groomsmen. I truly had no idea, Lark. None.”
Backing up again, she cries out as her hip crashes against the corner of the marble vanity. I go to her, tearing the towel from her to see to her wound. It is bright pink, and I curse, falling to my knees. I feather gentle kisses there, reaching past her for a washcloth, wetting it with cool water. Gazing up at her, I tend to her, my heart in my throat, panic making my body tremble.
Sensing the concern, the turmoil roiling inside of me, she lets me do as I please. I kiss her hip, her navel, her stomach. I press the cool towel to her welt, cursing myself for causing it. Her fingers comb through my hair, down the nape of my neck, fissures of pleasure flooding through me.
“Does it matter? That I’m Benji’s mother? Old enough to be....”
“No,” I answer instantly, cutting off the rest of the question. “Not even a little. I saw you when I saw you on the plane, Lark. You, love. The beautiful woman reading a smutty little story on her way to someone’s happy ever after. That is what I saw. That is what I wanted. What I want,” I correct, holding her hips in my hands as I stay on my knees.
Hell, I think I would stay on my knees forever if she demanded it.
“Most men have no idea what they want,” she whispers, teasing me.
“I do. Right now, I want that pretty pussy in my mouth,” I groan, my hands kneading her ass as I fixate on the pink slit between her thick thighs.
“No distractions. We need to think. We need to talk about...oh, yes.”
Hiking one of her legs up on my shoulder, I shut up talk about thinking or discussing this now. I need to taste her. If it is my last taste, I want to get my fill. I lick her seam open and groan as the sweetness and saltiness of her melts on my tongue. Flicking my gaze up, I smirk against her pussy when I see her head thrown back, a hand plumping her tit and pulling at the nipple.
Closing my lips around her little clit, I shove my tongue inside her. Lark moans, her hips starting to rock against my spearing tongue. Her fingers fist in my hair and she starts fucking my face with abandon. I can taste her cream, I can feel her coming, I am so attuned to the sounds, to the little jerks of her hips, to the way she whimpers my name as she gets there.
“Give me a taste, love, come in my mouth like a good girl.”
Lark arcs against my mouth, pulling at my wet hair until it stings. I don’t care. Hell, she could rip it out or shred me with her nails. If I am making her feel good, if she is giving me those sounds, those sweet little pants of my name, she can wreck me. Hell, she already has wrecked me.
“Lawson! You in there brother?”
Benji’s deep vibrato booms through the hotel room, startling us both. With her orgasm washing down on her, she floods my mouth with sweet cream, even as she gasps about being caught. I don’t stop sucking at her, I don’t stop savoring that cream until I have licked her clean. Scooping her up, I set her atop the wide vanity, pressing a finger to her trembling lips.
“Hush, beautiful. Let me handle this. We do not have to tell him yet.”
Bending, I kiss her lips, smiling as she opens for my tongue, even as her son bangs on the door again. Bloody impatient prick. Been that way since he proposed to Tori months after they met. Not that I blame him now. If whatever he has with Tori feels a thing like what I am feeling with his mother, proposing fast seems the smart thing to do.
Rushing out, I close the door after me, checking back on her once more. Lark laughs and waves me out with a demand to rush back. As if I had any other plans. Gathering up our discarded clothes from last night, I shove them in a closet, pulling on a robe as I rush to the door.
“There he is,” Benji calls, coming in for a hug after I open the door. “We never heard if you got to the island.”
“Yeah, I forgot to ring you mate. Sorry about that. I was jet lagged.”
Benji’s dark brow shoots up, fingers twisting his thick, dark beard. He knows I am lying. We met during college when I first came to the States. Benji is as down-home, good ole’ boy as they come, and he welcomed me as one of his circle without a second thought.
Benji went back home to open his butcher shop, while I went all over the world avoiding being an adult. Wasn’t till recently that I started to give growing up serious consideration. Now that I have met Lark, growing up seems the best idea ever. Not that I can tell him that before his big day.
“Come on, brother. We’re doing tapas on the beach. Once I find my mother that is,” Benji adds with a chuckle. Guilt hits me for a moment. But I won’t regret last night with Lark. Or any night she will give me.
What I will regret is the lie I am about to tell.
“Can’t wait to meet her. I will see you down there, mate.”
Promising to meet the wedding party at the tapas joint, I bid him adieu. Before I tell her the plans, I take Lark back to bed, refusing to let her go until I come inside her again. I want her sitting at that table full of my cum. Not that I admit that to her or that the need makes much sense to me.
All that does make sense is finding a way to make this last beyond this wedding party.