Chapter 20 #2
I squealed as he grabbed my hips, picked me up, and laid me on the bed. Hayes stood to the side, eyes locked on me as he stripped out of the clothes that put him somewhere between being a dashing groom and a GQ model.
I had seen him shirtless, but the whole picture was magnificent.
Black boxer briefs were painted across his ass and thighs.
Ropes of muscle rippled as he stalked across the bed on his hands and knees.
Strong hands shackled my ankles, then ripped them apart.
He continued the slow slink up the bed, engulfing me in his shadow until I was cloaked in his darkness.
“I like these,” he said as he hooked a finger in the waist of my lace panties.
“My something blue.”
Hayes arched a curious brow.
“The engagement ring was something old. The dress was something new. The boots I changed into were Savannah’s—something borrowed. And the panties were—”
“Something blue,” he said with a chuckle. His palm engulfed my sex, squeezing between my thighs. But it wasn’t enough. Not with the lace between us.
“Hayes,” I whimpered as my eyes fluttered closed. Pinpricks of delight skittered from my core to the very ends of my fingers and the tips of my toes.
“I like the way my name sounds on those pretty lips,” he said as he teased my pussy through the lace.
“And I especially like how you’re soaking these panties.
” He slipped one finger beneath the gusset, grazing my sensitive skin.
A deep groan vibrated from his chest. “That’s my good fucking girl. Nice and wet for me.”
I wrapped my legs around his hips, but he was quick, grabbing my thighs and pushing them apart. “No, no. Give me room to play. Do you know how often I thought about what it would be like to fuck you over the past two weeks? Knowing you were just down the hall. It felt like miles.”
“Hayes, I need you,” I begged.
Fingers curled around both sides of my underwear as he slowly dragged it down my legs in a painstaking tease.
He exhaled reverently. “My god. Look at you.” Tender hands smoothed up my legs, hips, and waist as Hayes stretched out over me, bracing his knees on either side of my hips. “Fucking spectacular.”
I bloomed under his praise, soaking it in like a flower desperate for sunlight.
A gasp tore free from me as his mouth latched on to my breast. Hayes trapped my nipple between his teeth, treating it to a gentle bite of pain. Ecstasy danced across my torso as I writhed beneath him.
“Please,” I begged. “Stop teasing me.”
“I’m not teasing you,” he said as he switched and lavished the other breast with attention. “This is called foreplay,” he said with a hint of good-natured sarcasm. “And if it’s the first time you’re experiencing it, then it’s no wonder that’s what you thought sex sounded like.”
I growled as he chuckled in amusement and kissed a path from my sternum to my pelvis. He shut me up when those thick fingers began to tease the entrance to my pussy. Slowly, he slid two inside of me and stroked. My heels dug into the bed as I fisted the sheets.
“Your mouth might say this is pretend, but the rest of your body says otherwise,” he teased. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”
“Then get on with it,” I gasped.
Hayes sat back on his haunches. “Someone’s impatient. Tell me something—”
“You want to have a conversation now?”
“Yes, I want to have a conversation now.” He reached into his boxers and fisted his shaft. “Don’t pretend like you’re the only one aching. You’ve had me like this since you swore in the middle of a goddamn funeral.”
Okay. That wasn’t my finest moment.
I took a steadying breath. “What on Dolly Parton’s flipping earth would you like to talk about right now?”
Hayes pinched my nipple, and I squealed. “Cut the sass, princess. Are you on birth control?”
The bite of pain turned to a simmering pleasure. “Yes. IUD. When were you last tested?”
“A few months ago. Results were negative.”
“Have you been with anyone since?”
“No. What about you? Tests? Partners?”
“Negative and same.”
“Condom?” he asked, putting the ball in my court.
I started to say yes, then hesitated. We were monogamous. Neither of us was going to see other people while we were faking it. We were about as committed as committed could be.
“I don’t want one if you don’t.”
Hayes arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure? I’ll go get one. Just say the word.”
“I’m sure,” I said as I tugged on the waist of his boxers. I was lust-drunk, and the rings on my finger were the toxin, slowly creeping through my veins until I was completely inebriated.
Hayes shucked off his boxers and hooked my knee around his hip. The nudge of his cock against my slick pussy had fireworks exploding inside me.
“Eyes on me, Cath. Right here,” he said before pressing a kiss right over my heart. Hayes groaned as he slowly slid inside me. He let out a sharp breath when he was fully sheathed. “Fuck,” he rasped.
I tried to breathe, but each inhale was few and far between.
“You okay?”
I nodded.
Hayes shook his head. “Not good enough. I need you to talk to me, sweetheart. Use your words.”
“I’m okay,” I said as my body began to relax around him. “I’m okay.”
Hayes kissed my temple. “I’ll stop if you want me to stop.”
I cut my eyes at him. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
He chuckled. “Hold on tight.”
My fingers dug into his biceps hard enough to leave bruises as he slid out, then pushed in. I held on to him, riding each long wave of ecstasy as they built and built and built.
“Cath.” Hayes paused and rocked against my clit, edging me dangerously close to the point of no return.
“Don’t stop,” I begged in a hoarse plea.
Hayes worked through labored breaths as he staved off his own release while I chased mine.
“Hayes,” I cried out as I felt the tidal wave beginning to crest.
“I’ve got you,” he promised, and I believed him.
I shattered, arching off the bed and curling into him. He let out a shaky breath as my inner muscles seized around his cock. He thrust once, twice, a third time, then came with me.
The grunt that rose from his chest was the most erotic sound I had ever heard. He collapsed on top of me as we crashed from the high, heartbeats matching in time.
—
The weight of the day pressed down on me with inescapable exhaustion. Tiredness crept in like snaking vines. After the full routine of cleaning up in the bathroom, taking off my makeup, and brushing my teeth, I crawled into bed.
“Hayes?”
“Yeah?” he said as he picked up his clothes from the floor and draped them over his arm, preparing to sneak out the way he always did when Lewis was around.
I chewed on my lip. “Will you stay with me tonight? I…I don’t want to be alone.”
His expression morphed from tender to concerned. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“What? No.” I took a steadying breath. “I just…Today was a lot.”
From the looks of it, the realization of what his lonely room would be like dawned on him too.
“It was.” He laid his suit on the love seat, then peeled back the covers on the empty side of the bed.
I lay still as Hayes climbed in behind me and settled.
Strong arms that had held me all day held me once again.
It didn’t take more than closing my eyes to fall asleep because, for once, I was home.