Page 8 of Something Borrowed
“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 alreadyhaswrecked 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 orthat the need makes much sense to me.
All thatdoesmake sense is finding a way to make this last beyond this wedding party.
Chapter Five
Lark
Being a good mother is one thing I have always prided myself on.
Lying to my children was never something I ever considered. Sitting at a table full of his people, here for the wedding, I am lying through my teeth. Sat beside my son I have been pretending not to notice the stunning British gentleman across the table from me.
We showed up moments apart, so I felt his eyes on me as I took my seat, the heat in them scorching my skin. He cannot be so obvious. I have no idea what I am thinking being so reckless. Messing around with this young man on the weekend my son is to be married.
Finding out the man I am so attracted to, feel so special with, adored by, is one of my sons’ best friends shocked me. Shocked me so much I let him take me to bed again before we were to come join Benji and the wedding party for tapas. Lawson seemed intent on sending me from his room with him still dripping down my thighs.
Thinking of that, I rub my thighs together beneath the table. As if he knows what I am thinking, Lawson smirks across from me. His light eyes trail over me slowly, as heavy as if he were to reach out to touch me. All I want is to feel his touch again. To feel beautiful and wanted the way I do when he touches with his rough hands or his skilled mouth.
“Mama,” Beatrix, my daughter, calls beside me, giving me a little shove. “Benji said it is your turn. You ought to have the best answers.”
Blinking, I tear my gaze from Lawson, circling the group. Sitting up, I clear my throat as I nod. They have been playinga game as we enjoy the tapas meal and the best champagne I have ever tasted. Going round the table, they talk about how they know Benji or his bride-to-be, Tori, and one thing no one knows about the bride or groom.
Smiling at my son, forgetting my torrid moments with Lawson, I reach out to take his hand. Tori beams at him and I am so proud of both. They found something special with one another. Something I don’t know that I have ever felt myself. While I had a good life with my husband, I don’t know if what we had was special or simply safe.
“Obviously I have known Benji for a few years,” I tease as I smile fondly at my son. “He was the best son a mother could ask for. Helped in the kitchen, looked after his little sister, he was my rock when we lost his father. I am proud of the man I have seen him grow up to be.”
