Page 7 of Something Borrowed
“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 ruttingher 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. Thebesttime.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,smuttiestwoman I ever met and I....Iwantthis 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...whoareyou?”
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... didnotknow. I never...I don’t knowhow, Lark. Benji never mentioned you by name of course.”
Lark frowns again before it hits her what I mean. We’re here for thesamewedding. Could the odds be more againstme? 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 Iwant,” 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 slitbetween her thick thighs.
