Theo runs his hand down the flat plane of his stomach and touches himself, his fingers gripping the base of his cock, and he starts to stroke.
Oh dear Lord, there is nothing sexier than this man standing before me, sliding his hand up and down his thick cock, his hot gaze on me and nothing else. I part my lips, my heart starting to go wild in my chest, my core throbbing. I want him inside me so badly.
“I could jack off right now,” he tells me, his voice deep yet deceptively calm. “Come all over your tits and call it a night.”
That would be terribly unfair. That’s what I should tell him. “I suppose you could,” is what I say instead.
“Or I could slide deep inside you and fuck you until we’re both coming.” His speed increases and there’s a hitch in his breath. “Your choice.”
“I want you inside me,” I say without hesitation.
“Come here first,” he practically growls. “I want to see your lips on my cock.”
He’s so demanding. He takes complete control in the bedroom—or wherever else we mess around—and it’s surprising. When you meet him, you’d never guess he behaves this way.
It’s hot.
I sit up and he steps closer. I’m at the perfect level to do exactly what he wants, so I do. Ever so slowly, I rest my mouth on the very tip of his erection, pursing my lips around it, my gaze still on his. His lids fall to half-mast and his lips part. He’s still got his fingers wrapped around the shaft, but he doesn’t try to push deeper into my mouth.
My tongue darts out and I lick the slit, tasting the faintly sour precome there. He curses under his breath but still doesn’t thrust forward, which I appreciate.
“Lick it again,” he whispers, and I do. I lick the head. Swirl my tongue around like it’s a melting ice cream cone and I’m trying to lap up every last bit. I shift away, only to come back and wrap my mouth around the entire head, my tongue searching, my lips tightening.
“Fuck.” The word is a whisper. Shaky and reverent. My gaze lifts to his once more and I withdraw him from my mouth, run my tongue down the length of his shaft until I encounter his fingers, and I lick those too.
“You are the sexiest fucking woman I’ve ever been with,” he says, his gaze glowing as he stares at me with wonder. “I could come just from watching you.”
“I bet you’d like that,” I tell him. “Coming all over my face?”
He closes his eyes and shakes his head, as if he’s trying to get the image out of his mind. Men. They’re such simple creatures. They love a good visual.
“I can’t take it,” he tells me, and the next thing I know, he’s on top of me, his cock entering my body, and he starts to move his hips. Slow at first. He drags his cock almost all the way out of my pussy before he plunges back inside. Again and again he does this, and I close my eyes, allowing myself to finally get lost in the sensation of him being inside of me. Driving me wild.
His fingers brush against my clit, and I gasp, my eyes flying open to find him hovering above me, blocking everything else out so all I can see is him. He starts to move faster, and I don’t protest. I let him take me, because that’s what he wants. Theo is a giver. He gives his time, his energy, his money, his love and care. Everyone seems to take from him.
Even me.
But right now, I’m giving him whatever he wants. His movements are brutal. Hard. Our sweaty skin slaps with his every thrust, and I cry out when he hits me deep. Over and over.
Again and again.
“You close?” he asks me at one point, but he doesn’t even wait for my answer. He grabs hold of my waist and pounds into me with smooth, stabbing strokes. Faster and faster, his groans growing louder until he thrusts his hips one last time, straining against me and calling out my name as the orgasm sweeps over him.
I reach between us, touching my clit, and within seconds I’m coming too. Not as intense as the first time, and not as long as Theo’s, but it’s still good.
So good.
He collapses on top of me, his body still shuddering, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him close. It’s only then I realize I can feel the flood of his semen inside my body.
We didn’t use a condom.
Shit.
Nineteen
Theo
I feel good. On top of the world, actually. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this confident, on my game. I come to work every day whistling wearing a smile on my face. Not that I’ve ever hated my job; I love it too much most of the time.
Lately, I’ve been leaving work at a normal hour, which I know shocks everyone, but screw it. I’m eager to get out of there.
And see Kelsey.
It’s been almost three weeks since that night we ran into each other at Tuscany and I brought her back to my apartment, and we’ve been pretty much inseparable ever since. We spend almost all of our free time together. She came to another family dinner last Saturday. I brought her along with me a couple of weeks ago, when I met up with Cam for drinks and we discussed the new farm. She had good input to offer, which I appreciated, and I could tell my brother did too. Not only is Kelsey beautiful, but she’s smart. When she speaks, all I want to do is listen to her voice.
And stare at her pretty face, I can admit it.
The sex between us is just—unbelievable. I think it keeps getting better, which I didn’t know was possible. We can’t keep our hands off of each other. It was never like this with any of the other women I’ve dated.
Not even Jessica.
Speaking of Jessica…
It’s the week of her wedding to my cousin, and I agreed to be one of Craig’s groomsmen a while ago, which is still just—wild.
Life is strange sometimes.
I’m currently going to Monterey for our final tuxedo fitting, and I’m not looking forward to it. We take home the tuxedos tonight as well. Tomorrow is the rehearsal dinner. Saturday is the wedding. Kelsey will be attending both with me.
Thank God. Don’t think I could get through it all without her by my side.
I can’t wait to walk into that rehearsal dinner with Kelsey on my arm. Jessica’s going to be shocked. Craig will probably say something crude, yet secretly be jealous that I bagged such a babe.
Yeah. It feels wrong, referring to Kelsey that way. She’s not some babe I bagged. She’s a woman I respect and, dare I say, care about. She’s smart and funny and strong. She gives as good as she gets. The fact that she’s absolutely stunning is icing on the delicious cake that is Kelsey.
Now I’m calling her cake. What the hell is wrong with me?
I pull into the mall parking lot and park not too far from the store. Make my way slowly toward the building, dread making my footsteps heavy. I do not want to hang out with Craig and all his bros this afternoon, trying on tuxes while I have to pretend to be happy he’s marrying the very woman he stole from me. The more I think about it, the angrier I get, so by the time I’m walking through the doors of the store, I’m fuming.
Not a great way to make an entrance.
“Theodore! There you are!” Craig approaches me like he’s the host of the party, his arms outstretched and wearing a giant grin on his stupid face. “You’re late.”
I’m not. I’m never late. I glance at my watch. “I’m five minutes early.”
The smile falls from Craig’s face and he shakes his head. “Right. Shit. I forgot to tell you. The fitting was rescheduled to two-thirty, not three-thirty. We changed it.”
I glance around the place, realizing that I don’t see anyone else around. No familiar faces. Not even Craig’s brother, Rick. I get along with Rick. Much easier than I do with Craig, that’s for damn sure.
“Everyone left,” Craig tells me. “I was just about to go myself, but Jessica’s meeting me here, so...”
Unease slips down my spine. That is the very last person I want to see right now. “Why didn’t you text me and let me know about the schedule change?” I ask.
“Figured you were just running late as usual,”
he says.
I part my lips, ready to blast him for being incorrect. I’m never late. That isn’t my style and it never has been. But what’s the point in arguing with him? He won’t listen. He never has. He won’t give a shit either. Craig only cares about himself.
“I should probably try on my suit, right?” I tell him, and Craig leaps into action.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re right. Let me get the salesgirl.” He turns and starts yelling. “Yo, Lindy! Can you help us out?”
I wince, hating how loud he just was. And how rude. Craig has zero manners.
“She’s a looker, this one,” he says, nudging me in the ribs with a leer. “Wait until you see her.”
Lindy makes her appearance, and fine. Craig’s right. Lindy is very attractive. Long blond hair. Pretty smile. Nice figure. “Oh, did your last groomsman show up?”
“Yeah, sorry about that.” I step forward and offer my hand for her to shake. “I’m Theo. I still need to try on my suit.”
“I’m Lindy.” She shakes my hand, then turns to point toward the dressing rooms. “Your tuxedo is waiting for you in the last dressing room. Go ahead and slip it on. I’ll come check on you in a bit, make sure it fits.”
“I bet you will,” Craig says with a cheesy grin.
Lindy shoots him a withering glare before she stomps off.
“Don’t be such a jerk, Craig,” I tell him the moment she’s gone.
“She wants me,” he says with all the confidence of an oblivious idiot who believes he has the power to attract any woman in the world. “She’s been flirting with me the entire time I’ve been here.”
I don’t bother responding to that. Instead, I go to the dressing room and lock myself away, shedding my clothes and trying on the tuxedo. Once I’ve got myself somewhat assembled, I exit the stall to find Lindy waiting for me with a polite smile on her face.
“How does it fit?” she asks, stepping forward to examine me. “It looks good on you.”
I can only imagine the remarks Craig made when she told him something similar. “Thanks. It feels good.”
I turn to face the mirror, contemplating myself. I wonder what Jessica will think when she sees me like this. I’ve lost weight. Built up muscle. I feel good. And hell, I don’t look half bad either.
Wonder what Kelsey will think too. Look at me, hoping to impress her.
Shit, I think I’ve got it bad.
“Looks like the hem length on the trousers works,” Lindy says, tilting her head to examine my feet. “Once you take the suit off, I’ll bag it up for you along with the shoes and the other accessories, and then you’ll be good to go.”
“Thanks,” I tell her, flashing her a quick smile before I return my attention to the mirror. “Looking forward to my girlfriend seeing me in this get up.”
Well, shit. I can’t believe I said that. I sound like a corny motherfucker.
Lindy smiles, looking pleased. “That’s so sweet. I’m sure she’ll think you look very handsome.”
“You do look very handsome,” says a familiar voice from behind me.
I glance over my shoulder to see Jessica standing there, basically gaping at me. I turn so I’m fully facing her, trying to fight the annoyance I feel upon first seeing her. Isn’t that a good sign? That I don’t feel lovesick when I first spot her, but annoyed?
Yeah, definitely.
“Hey Jess,” I greet her, praying she doesn’t want a hug.
Of course, shit never goes my way where this woman is concerned. She comes right up to me and throws her arms around my waist, pressing her face against my chest, just like she used to. I awkwardly hug her back, neither of us saying a word, and Lindy gets the hell out of there.
Not that I can blame her.
Finally Jessica steps back, and I spot that familiar affection in her gaze. The same way she would look at me when we were together.
I hate seeing it. Worse, I hate that I recognize it. But it also reiterates what I knew as fact.
I don’t want to be with her anymore. I don’t miss her anymore either. My feelings for Jessica are gone. Looking at her now, I feel…
Nothing.
“I can’t believe you agreed to be a groomsman in my wedding,” she finally says with a nervous laugh.
“I can’t believe I agreed either,” I say, because it’s the damn truth. “But my girlfriend suggested I should do it, so I why not?”
The laughter fades and she watches me with a solemn expression. “Craig mentioned you were seeing someone.”
I nod. “I am.” And I’m tossing that girlfriend word around much too loosely, but isn’t that what Kelsey is? My girlfriend? We’ve moved beyond the friends pretending to be together thing long ago. We are actually together-together.
Okay, now I sound like I’m in middle school.
“Anyone I know?” Jessica asks.
“No, you don’t know her. I met her on a blind date.” I don’t bother explaining she wasn’t my date the night we met.
“Must be true love then.” Jessica arches a brow.
I need to change the subject. “Ready for the big day?”
“I suppose,” she says with a sigh. “Craig isn’t much help. He’s always working, so I’m supervising everything.” Jessica did always like to take charge. “What’s your girlfriend’s name?” she asks me, and I can hear the curiosity in her voice. She’s dying for more details, but I’m only going to give her a few.
“Kelsey.”
“Is she pretty?” Jess covers her mouth with her hand, at least having the decency to appear embarrassed. “I shouldn’t ask that.”
“Too late. You did. And yes. She’s gorgeous.”
“She’s a lucky woman, dating you.” Her voice is wistful. Her gaze full of longing.
Irritation rips through me and I start undoing the bowtie. “Don’t say that kind of shit, Jess. Don’t waste your breath.”
Look at me, not holding back with Jess for once in my life.
Her mouth pops open. “I’m just trying to be nice.”
“To the guy you dumped for a supposed better prospect. I hope you and my cousin are happy,” I tell her, though I’m lying. I hope she’s miserable with stupid, annoying Craig.
“It was a mistake,” Jess blurts, right before she slaps her hand over her mouth once more.
Now I’m the one who’s gaping at her, and she just watches me in return, her hand slowly lowering from her mouth. I can’t come up with anything to say, but it doesn’t matter because she keeps talking. “I mean it, Theo. I miss you so much. I should’ve never broke up with you.”
I shake my head, wishing I could shake her confession right out of my brain. “It’s too late, Jess. You can’t tell me that kind of shit two days before your wedding.”
“I guess it’s just how I operate, you know? I get cold feet.” She steps forward, reaching for my hand and lacing her fingers with mine. I feel nothing. My skin doesn’t tighten, no tingling, no shivers, nothing. My heart rate and breathing are normal. “I think about you all the time, Theo. And I still wish you were mine.”
“Hey, yo, get your hands off my girl, cuz!” Craig appears out of nowhere, yanking Jessica away from me and wrapping her up in a big bear hug.
I tear my gaze from hers to smile coolly at my cousin. “Where’d you go, Craig?”
“Had to talk to Lindy, handle a few last-minute things.” He kisses Jess noisily on the forehead. “Glad you didn’t see me in my tux, babe. Wouldn’t want to put bad luck on the marriage.”
“Isn’t it the groom who can’t see the bride in her gown on the wedding day?” I ask.
“Whatever.” Craig rolls his eyes, then chucks his chin at me. “You’re looking good in the suit, bro.”
“Thanks.” I tip my head toward the dressing room. “I’m going to get dressed and get out of here. See you two tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, and don’t be late!” Craig guffaws.
“Tomorrow at six, Theo,” Jessica reminds me.
“Right. Six.
At the Wilder Hotel,” I say, thinking of Kelsey.
When am I not thinking of her? She invades my thoughts twenty-four seven, and I definitely don’t mind.
I lock myself in the dressing room, glad to be away from obnoxious Craig and ridiculous Jessica. She doesn’t mean what she says. No way does she miss me or actually want me back. I think she just has pre-wedding jitters. And no way am I going to be the reason they don’t get married after all. That would be fucked up.
If anyone should know how that feels, it would be me.
Twenty
Kelsey
“Kelsey.” My boss appears before me, a neutral, downright bland expression on his face, as usual. “A moment?”
I rise from my desk and follow Alex into his office, knowing exactly what he wants to talk about when he closes the door. I settle into the chair, watching as he rounds his desk and sits down, resting his forearms on the desk’s edge.
“I have good news for you, and bad news for me.” He smiles.
My heart feels like it just jumped into my throat. The past couple of weeks have been exciting yet excruciating. I’ve done Zoom interviews with both the Las Vegas Wilder Hotel and the London Trafalgar location. Then I went on to the second set of interviews. Even had to answer a few quick question requests from both of them. It’s been nerve wracking and intense, and what makes everything worse?
I haven’t mentioned my job opportunities to Theo. Not once. And we’ve spent a lot of time together. Like every waking moment when we’re not working or with family (him) or friends (me). We were so swept up in each other that night after I was offered the interview opportunities, I never got a chance to mention it to him. As time has gone on, it just gets harder and harder to bring it up.
So I don’t.
I’ve been lucky enough to spend more time with his family, and I adore them. Ali is so sweet, and I’m bringing her to our next friend brunch get together, which is this Sunday, the day after the infamous Jessica’s wedding. I will be full of juicy gossip and all my friends will want the details.
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