I tangle my fingers in her hair and tug her up to kiss her again, pinning her against the wall and grabbing her ass. I don’t care who sees. I don’t care what they think. Sophie begging for my attention, begging for my touch is just too fucking much to bear. That needy, hopeful look in her eyes, the way she clings to me, nibbling my bottom lip every time I come close to pulling away.
“We need all the groomsmen to the table.” Someone announces.
She surrenders me slowly, taking one step back at a time until she gets to the bar to reclaim her drink. But I still feel her fingers pulling on my nice shirt, feel the tingle of her lips on mine, and the uncomfortable hardness of my cock.
Roman smirks at me. “I give you an hour, Hold.”
“If that.” Gunner winks. “I hear the closets here are extra roomy.”
It’s an uphill battle and I know it. Since the moment I’ve met her, I haven’t been able to deny her a damn thing. I don’t know what kind of spell she has, but it happened before she ever opened her mouth.
And then she did, all sweet and honest, vulnerable and bright. Goddamn, how can any living straight man possibly overlook her? We give our speeches, even Gunner gets one in. We’re released to the dance floor and the guys are snapped up immediately. Except me. I rub the back of my neck as my good leg bounces.
There are so many people all crammed into this room. Sophie walks up to me offers me her hand. “Come on.”
“There’s a lot of people.”
“I promise you won’t be thinking about them.”
I just got my dick under control and now she’s here with an offer that’s impossible to ignore. I take her hand and join her on the dance floor. She holds onto my shoulders and I rub the small of her back, the soft skin there, begging for more than a light touch.
“I hate sharing you with the whole room.” She murmurs. “You all look so handsome and I love seeing you guys smile like you are.”
I sigh and kiss her temple. “I’d rather be wearing nothing upstairs with you.”
“You mean you don’t want an audience. That’s crazy.” She giggles at my face. “Holden, I’m kidding.”
“I’m going to make you eat those words later.”
“Hopefully while shoving something else down my throat.” She grumbles.
I chuckle. “You act like you haven’t been satisfied in weeks.”
“Every day here has felt like a week. Especially yesterday. We all fought and now we need to make up.” She wraps the tie around her wrist as if seeing if it would work. “One-on-one and as a group.”
“Teasing me with a good time?”
“It’s only teasing if I don’t follow through.” She licks her bottom lip.
Maybe crowds can be good for something. There’s no way we’ll be missed. Not if we’re fast. And even though fast feels like a sin with Sophie, I can’t stand it. I’ve nearly kissed her twice while dancing, nearly grabbed her ass multiple times. I’ve already seen people whispering.
If the age difference isn’t enough, she’s been on Roman’s arm all weekend. We manage to sneak away to a coat closet and as soon as the door is shut, my lips crash down on hers. I palm her ass and work on dragging her underwear down.
She shouldn’t have bothered to wear any at all. Sophie works on my belt while kissing me hungrily. I groan and pick her up once my pants are undone and my boxers are pulled down. Licking up her neck, I slowly lower her onto my cock.
Sophie’s lips part and her head falls back, eyes closing. She’s so fucking sexy. The needy moan that spills from her throat is as gorgeous as she is. I kiss her jaw as I thrust all the way inside her.
She tightens her hold around my neck and opens her eyes. She watches me as I fuck her, feeling closer to heaven than I’ve ever been. I’ll take her over world peace. Her pussy tightens around my cock as I bounce her up and down on me.
“Fuck, Hold.”
“You feel so good.” I groan against her neck. “Amazing. Perfect.”
She presses her lips together, trying to soften the noise we’re making. I ruin her hair with my hands as I devour her mouth. I don’t give a shit if I’m the one that’s waiting for her down the aisle to claim her legally. I know I’ll be up there. I know I’ll give her a ring. I’ll give her every bit of myself, right now, tomorrow, every day for as long as she wants me.
She digs her nails into my shoulders and her legs tighten around me. “Fuck! Fuck!”
“Already?”