He nods and walks straight out the door while I reapply my lip gloss.
The wedding was beautiful. Sully and Larry are so in love, and I adore that Larry’s family is here to support them. Sully comes over after the ceremony, a wine glass in hand, as we sit at the table next to them, eating a lovely dinner.
“You two are next, right?” he asks with a glint of playful mischief in his eyes. I choke on my food and August taps my back ever so lightly. I manage to wipe my mouth before I look at August.
“The thought of marriage to me makes you choke?” he asks.
Sully smirks but covers his mouth with his wine glass.
“You’ve been married,” I remind him.
“In a courthouse. We signed papers and walked out.”
“Oh.” I never asked how or where he was married, figuring it was none of my business. “Noah is handling the papers for the divorce, just so you know. It should be finalized by the end of the month.”
“Is Jacinta okay with that?” I ask.
“It’s not her I’m worried about. Are you okay with that?”
“You two are basically a married couple already. Apart from the sexual tension, which, I might add, is floating around and filling this room to the brim with the way you two keep looking at each other. Have you not had sex yet?” Sully asks, glancing between us.
“The last time we had sex, I fell pregnant,” I say to Sully, lifting my own wine glass before taking a sip. I am not even tempted to mention that I was with him not long ago…
“Holy shit.” Sully backs away. “You are free to leave. Go fuck. Make more adorable children.”
I turn to August. “I don’t want any more kids,” I tell him, avoiding the talk of sex.
“What if I do?” August asks, amused by my outburst as it plays on his lips.
“It sounds like a you problem, not a me problem.”
“I think we should go. You know, to discuss this in private … in the bedroom.” He stands, pushing his seat back, then calls over to Sully who happily comes back our way.
“We’re going. Congrats, man.”
Sully nods, the smile never leaving his face, knowing exactly why we’re going.
August pulls my chair out and holds my hand as we make our way outside. He opens the car door and lets me slide in before he shuts the door and rounds the hood to jump in on the driver’s side. I watch him drive, his concentration entirely on the road until we get back to his house.
“I’m going to kiss you when we get in there, and then I’m going to restrain myself from doing anything else,” he tells me. Those forest green eyes, which I have loved for so long, turn on me. His heated gaze roams over me and stops when his eyes lock back to mine. “You’re still healing, and I don’t want to hurt you. Hurting you hurts me.”
“I think I should decide that, right?” I get out of the car and pull my hair out of its bun as he comes up behind me and unlocks the front door, letting me step inside first. As soon as I’ve crossed the threshold, I spin around and unzip my dress, letting it fall to the floor. Fire burns in his eyes as he shuts the door and locks it behind him.
“Rich girl,” he says, shaking his head and biting his bottom lip with a look of lust written in those piercing green eyes.
“I like to be touched. I miss being touched…” I let my hands roam down between my naked breasts and to the top of my panties. “And your touch is what I crave the most. Do you know why that is, August?”
He shakes his head, and I watch as his trousers start to tent where his cock is becoming hard.
“Because only you know how to touch me the way I like.” I slip my hand in my panties and begin massaging my clit. “Only you know which spot makes me…” I touch that spot and a moan escapes my mouth. Before I can say anything else, August tears his shirt off and drops to his knees in front of me. He pulls my panties to the side and kisses between my legs, soft then a bite, soft then a bite.
I grip the top of his hair as he gives me the pleasure I so clearly crave.
August knows how to touch me like no other person has ever done before. He is careful where he needs to be, and cruel where I want him to be.
My hands slide down my body to his hair, gripping hold as he takes me in his mouth and gives me incredible pleasure.
I’m not surprised when it doesn’t take long for the pleasure to overtake me. My body starts to shake, but his mouth doesn’t stop. His tongue dances on my clit as if he is weaving magic, and believe me, it feels like he is.