Chapter 8
PAISLEY
Oh.
My.
God.
Was Blaise really planning to get me off here, in front of all these people?
Okay, yes, he was. The real question was whether or not I was going to let him. Did I want to? Right up until a few hours ago, I would have said absolutely not. But now?
I was desperate to find out how it felt to really live. Why not start here, with this?
"Any time you want me to stop, say so," Blaise said.
Just like that, my mind was made up. What did I have to lose? He was right, no one was looking at us. Everyone was watching Morgan. Singing along and grooving to his deep, soulful voice. As long as I played it cool, no one would ever know what happened under the table.
I nodded and spread my legs a little wider.
He opened the button of my jeans with a flick of his finger and eased down the zipper. Eyes on mine, he slid his hand inside, ghosting his fingers over the gusset of my panties.
"How wet is she?" Ryan asked.
Blaise slipped a finger under the white lace, over my seam. "She'd give the falls a run for their money." He slid his finger up and down slowly, spreading my wetness over my pussy, teasing my clit every so often.
My heart raced, but I swallowed hard, forcing my composure to stay in place. I used all of my acting skills to pretend Morgan was the only thing I was paying attention to. Moving to his music while really rolling my hips against Blaise's hand.
Ryan put the side of his knuckle under my chin, turned my face and pressed his lips to mine. He tasted like bourbon and leather. Like no one I'd ever experienced before. Honest, earthy and masculine. Addictive.
I found myself kissing him back, letting his tongue slide between my lips, thrusting in like it was his cock.
He kissed his way across the side of my face, down to my throat. "Come for me," he insisted.
I wanted to hold back, but I buried my face in Ryan's short hair to muffle my moans as I came against Blaise's fingers. Shattering almost in time to the strumming of Morgan's guitar.
"That was perfect," Ryan said.
"Sure was." Blaise drew his hand out from my panties and watched me carefully while he sucked my release from his fingers. "Delicious."
I knew I was staring at him. No one had ever done anything like this to me. It never would have occurred to Kevin.
I really had started to live, hadn’t I?
"You mountain boys are something else." Trembling slightly as I coaxed blood back through the rest of my body, I picked up my wine glass and took a sip.
Blaise grinned. "We certainly are. Don't you forget it."
I snorted softly, my breath misting the opposite edge of the glass. "How could I forget that?"
"That?" Ryan scoffed. "That was just the start."
I turned to look over at him. "You seem very sure of that."
"He is, and so am I," Blaise said. "Unless you have somewhere better to be, we'd like it if you stuck around town for a while."
I was supposed to be on my honeymoon for the next two weeks. No one could say I had somewhere better to be.
"I might stay for a little while," I said carefully.
"Of course you will," Blaise said as if he had no doubt. "I have something in mind we can do tomorrow. Something you'll enjoy." He seemed very certain I'd go along with whatever he suggested. Maybe I would.
"I look forward to seeing what it is," I said sincerely. I could think of a few things, but I didn't think he was talking about his cock. At least, not just that.
What was I getting myself into? I didn't know, but I might as well enjoy the ride.
"You want to dance?" Ryan held out his hand.
A handful of others had stood and moved over to the dance floor in front of Morgan.
"I'd like that." I quickly did the front of my jeans back up, took his hand and let him lead me through the tables.
Morgan watched us step out in front of him and smiled knowingly. Had he seen what we'd done in the dark corner? I got the impression he knew exactly what happened. Or maybe he saw it on my face.
Either way, I smiled back and let Ryan pull me into his arms, his body firm against mine.
"I bet this is more fun than some stuffy old wedding reception," he said, his breath brushing over my earlobe.
"No doubt," I agreed. With everyone dressed up to the nines and dancing to a string quartet my mother insisted on? This was a hundred times better.
Dancing in a small pub to the sound of Morgan's voice and expert guitar playing.
Surrounded by people here to have a good time.
No one present for the sole purpose of being seen, or to make some business deal with Kevin or my father.
I wanted to roll my eyes at myself for putting up with all of that for so long.
In that world, I was nothing more than a commodity. Here, I was a girl having a good time.
The good time got even better when Blaise stepped up behind me, pressing me between him and Ryan. I'd never been a more than one orgasm kind of woman, but these men might just change my mind on that. If they kept touching me like they were, I'd be ready to go again in a heartbeat.