Page 40 of Four Simple Rules
Reaching over with my right hand, myfingers toy with the edges of Blake’s lace dress, resting on her bare thighs. The heat from her flesh infects me with an incessant need to claim her as mine. And mine only.
Shit. I should have laid off the champagne. Not that I’m still feeling the effects of the alcohol since I had to drive us back to the house. But it put thoughts into my mind all night as I held her close, and we swayed on the dance floor. When her backside hit my front, I had a hard time. Literally, my dick grew harder and harder. There’s no way she didn’t feel the effect she had on me. Even now, I’m fighting these thoughts, devouring me.
Soon, I’ll lose the battle completely.
Her eyes stray forward, staring at the dark house before us as we’ve yet to leave the car. Until her phone lights up, and she huffs after checking the notification. For the millionth time tonight, she ignores it.
“A guy I thought really liked me had ended things before I left. We only dated for a year.”
Well, then. My heart drops. Is she still in love with him? That messes up my wholebeing with mething. No matter the outcome, I’m here for her. Even if it fucking wrecks me.
“I’m sorry,” I say, touching her thigh.
“I’m not,” she says, scrunching her nose.
Secretly, I don’t want to move from this position and lose the grip I finally have on her. This is our moment. Our come together—if she’ll have me, of course.
“He showed me who he really was in the end, and I…. Don’t have any more feelings for him. I don’t think I truly ever did. I thought I did, though.” Her brows furrow together, confusion swarming her expression. “But I don’t think they were ever real. He keeps texting me. He’s the one who ended it, yet he won't stop messaging me.” Her throat bobs when she swallows hard, and she shakes her head.
“Were you sad before?” I ask, watching her expression shift through the darkness.
She nods. “Initially. But I wouldn’t have made it here if I hadn't been.”
“How so?” I swallow hard.
Another truth incoming—I grumble internally.
“I drank a bottle of wine and apparently talked with your mom and agreed to come. I was hesitant about coming home. Since my dad and all that...” she trails off and blows out a breath.
Fuck. “You didn’t talk to my mom. I mean, she knows what was said, but…” I purse my lips when Blake lets out a gentle laugh. “It was me. I was helping my mom with something and saw you online…” It was for her father. He’d been so sad about her not being around but knew it was his fault. Every day since their wedding, I saw how much it weighed him down. So, I took things into my own hands.
“You?” She doesn’t accuse me. Not totally. It’s light and airy, filled with disbelief.
“Guilty,” I mumble, squeezing her leg. “I just wanted another opportunity to talk to you. The wholecome to the wedding thingwas more for your dad than anyone. He contemplated calling you but was afraid he had already broken your bond. He cried, and I wanted to make him happy.” That’s the entire truth. Besides, I wanted to see her again and maybe plead my case, too. Mostly, this was all for him so he could have some closure with his daughter. He’s suffered enough over the past few years; I couldn’t bear to watch it anymore.
Her eyes cut to mine as she takes in the earnest look on my face. “It is nice to be back. I’m glad I came. My dad, he’s changed so much. Everything about this town has changed since I’ve been gone.”
“I’m glad you came, too.” She has no idea how much I’ve longed for this.
My fingers twist over her flesh until she’s settling back into her seat, completely relaxed. I swear she melts like butter under my fingers. Imagine what else they could do. All the gentle touches from tonight. The dancing, drinking, and soft looks as we gazed into each other’s eyes.
Her breaths shudder in her chest when I bravely move further up her thigh toward the promised land. The place I’d dreamed about being in from the second I saw her again. My first home. Okay, that’s weird. But my dick agrees. It was his first, and he wants it to be the pussy he marries and never let’s go.
“Tell me to stop, Tulip. I will…” I trail off, working my finger higher up her thigh.
Stopping is not on my agenda. Unless she says so, then I’ll keep my hands to myself. For now, I want to plunge into her depths and never return for air. I want to drown in her pussy and wear her juices as fucking Chap stick…
“Fuck,” I rasp, brushing against the tiny hairs surrounding her weeping pussy. Not only is she wet as fuck when my knuckle moves against her cunt, but she’s also not wearing any panties. No. Fucking. Panties. All night, she was fucking bare under this dress, and I had no fucking idea. How hadn’t I sensed it sooner? I hadn’t kept my hands to myself. Not by a long shot. Shit. “You did this to torture me, didn’t you?” A long, drawn-out groan leaves my throat without warning, leaving me on the edge of desperation. Leaning over the center console, I get a better angle, rubbing over her wet clit, earning a satisfied moan that goes straight to my throbbing dick, begging for a taste.
“Yes,” she moans, spreading her legs for me. “Only I thought you’d notice sooner.”
Notice sooner? Notice. Fucking. Sooner?! This woman is trying to kill me. And it’s working.
I choke on my spit, sucking in several breaths and regaining my damn composure. “Fuck. Did you want me to fuck you on the dance floor, Tulip?” I murmur into her neck, blowing hot air against her flesh when my fingers plunge into her tight pussy. “God, your pussy is gripping my fingers so tight.”
“Maybe,” she cries out, throwing her head back when my thumb rubs against her clit. “Harder,” she rasps, pleading with me.
My teeth sink into her neck, sucking her flesh in between them. I suck and suck, leaving my marks all over her flesh. Mine. Mine. All fucking mine. No one else can have her now.
