“The entire point I’m trying to make is that you need to get over this obsession you have with Jules once and for all. The woman is thirty-five and single. If that doesn’t make you realize she’s never going to settle down, then I don’t know what is.”
He claps me on the back before I can remind him that Beth is the same age and she just now found her happily ever after. That means that Jules may just be a late bloomer as well, not that I have a chance of being that man.
I stand a little straighter when I see Jules making her way to the bar.
“Hi,” she says to me after ordering a drink from the bartender.
“Hey,” I say as nonchalantly as I can manage when all I want to do is curl myself around her and kiss her breathless.
“You clean up very nicely,” she says, her eyes roving the length of me in my suit.
“And you’re fucking gorgeous.”
She smiles delicately, her lips turning up at her glass before she takes a long sip. “I’m exhausted. I need about five more drinks, a shower, a foot massage, and a handful of orgasms.”
“Are you taking bids because I’m pretty certain I can offer you the best bang for your buck?”
Brazenly, I wink at her when she turns to face me.
“Is that right?”
I nod.
“I’ve watched you pound back drinks all evening. Are you sure you’d be able to perform?”
“Only one way to find out,” I whisper as I lean in closer, pulling back only a second before my lips meet the skin of her shoulder.
She angles her body away from mine, making me realize she was leaning in closer as well.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” she says, and then the woman walks away, leaving me with an erection that’s a little difficult to hide in these suit pants.
I turn to face the bar once again, needing to settle a little before trying to figure out a way to get her alone.
I order another drink, wondering where Brooks disappeared to. I’ve been so consumed with watching her that I don’t realize until now that I haven’t seen my best friend since the actual wedding ceremony.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I’m like a giddy child getting everything they ever asked for on Christmas morning when I see a text from Jules with my hotel room number.
I down my drink and head that way, not even taking the opportunity to say good night to anyone, despite knowing where I’m going to be for the rest of the night.
I’m a steel pipe in my pants by the time I make it to my hotel room, and naked a handful of seconds later after hearing the sound of the shower going in the bathroom.
Jules turns in my arms when I step inside with her, her slick skin pressing against mine.
“I can see we aren’t going to have a problem tonight,” she whispers, her lips brushing mine with every word as she strokes down the length of me.
“I’m a little drunk,” I confess. “If I fall over, just ride my cock until I come.”
“You’re sure?” she asks playfully.
“You have my permission to ride my dick anytime you want, baby.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Please do.”
Our kiss is heated, warmer than the water cascading down our bodies, and I feel a desperation I didn’t feel last night. Thursday night there was a hint of it, but I know now for certain, tonight is the very last night we’ll have together. When the sun rises tomorrow, she’ll no longer be the woman who can’t seem to get enough of me. She’ll return to being Beth’s best friend and completely untouchable. I’m going to squeeze out every second of the time we have left together.
“Are you sore?” I ask when she whimpers at the stroke of my fingers along her slit.
She nods her head. “But I like the way it feels. Fuck me, Kit.”
It’s all the request I need. I spin her around, making sure her back is still against my front as I lift her leg and position it on the small bench along the backside of the shower.
I don’t waste a second making sure she’s ready. My cock is the first thing sliding inside of her tonight, and my nuts tighten when she moans at my intrusion.
“Yes,” she pants. “More.”
“Goddamn,” I groan, but I’m not really complaining, despite knowing just how fast she’s going to make me come.
I’ll have all damn night with her, and if I’m lucky, I’m going to wake her with my mouth before the sun comes up. A little parting gift with the hopes that I may find her at my door some night soon because her body just can’t get enough of mine.
She shoves back into me, meeting each one of my strokes with a push of her own hips, so I stand still and let her fuck herself down the length of me.