by Vivian Wood
Jack jumped away from Addy while she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Sorry,” Addy said. Jack grinned at her while Rosalie squeezed by with a scowl and rushed back to their table.
The two of them followed closely. Addy was relieved to find a full glass of wine waiting for her. She downed it in a few swallows. Across the table, Rosalie was red with anger. Addy could almost feel the excitement that emanated from Jack at the sight of the jealousy.
It made him turn up the charm even more. As he refilled Addy’s glass, he leaned into her and put his hand on her bare thigh.
“I want to taste you again,” he whispered into her ear. She squirmed.
His hand was searing on her skin. Every time she tried to move, his fingers gripped her tighter. Twice, she pushed his hand away, but he returned it each time—and every time, it was a little higher up her leg.
Addy looked to him when the conversation at the table was finally somewhat fluid, and he raised his brow. She took a deep swallow of the wine and picked at her dinner when it arrived.
She couldn’t help but notice Jeremy’s eyes on her, amused.
You can’t let him win, she told herself.
Addy scooted her chair closer to Jack. When the table started to finish up dinner, she let out a small yawn and snuggled up to him with her hand on his chest. Addy sneaked a look at Jeremy, who still stared at her. The smirk was gone.
“Can I interest anyone in dessert?” the waiter asked while a busboy discreetly cleared the table and swiped up the crumbs.
Addy elbowed Jack in the ribs.
It’s time to go, she tried to tell him without words.
“Actually, we have to be going,” Jack said.
He dropped a stack of bills on the table and winked at Rosalie. Addy’s vision was swimming just enough that she couldn’t tell how much money he’d left. As they rose, Jack pulled out Addy’s chair once again and helped her up.
He escorted her toward the door, but just before they were out of sight he stopped and pulled her close once again for a passionate kiss. Even with her eyes closed, she could feel the eyes that seared into them from the table.
Once they were finally outside, Addy breathed out a sigh of relief while the cool night air enveloped her.
“Thank God we don’t have people to fool at home. Dinner wore me out.”
Jack looked at her questioningly and brushed the valet aside to open the door for her himself.
What is he thinking?
13
Must be my lucky night, Jack thought as he slipped into the on-call sleep room.
For once, there was nobody else in there and he had his pick of the pair of bunk beds. He climbed onto the top of the one closest to the window and barely got the thin blanket over himself before sleep claimed him.
“Jack.”
Addy stood in the doorway that led from their hallway to the living room. Suddenly it was the couch he was sleeping on, not the creaking hospital bed.
Dimly aware that it was a dream, he clung to it tight. She wore nothing but those khaki shorts she’d rolled up the first night she cooked him dinner and a paper-thin white tank top he could clearly see her hard, pale pink nipples through.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked. His cock sprung to attention and shifted the blanket.
Addy shook her head and ran her hand across her breasts. “I had a dream.”
“About what?”
“You,” she said, almost shy.
“What happened? A sex dream?”
“Yeah …”
“Tell me about it.”
“You were… eating my pussy. And I was so close, but …”
“Come here.”
As she bit her lip, she pulled the tank top over her head. Addy hooked the shorts through her thumbs and wiggled them off her hips. As she strode toward him, he was hypnotized by the sway of her hips, how they splayed upward to her tiny chest.
Jack’s head was on the swell of the couch arm. He couldn’t move. Addy’s thigh brushed his cheek as she approached, wearing just a pair of baby blue panties.
As she stood over him, she pulled each side of the thin lace strings up high and showed him the dark blue wetness of the material’s crotch.
“Look what you did to me,” she said.
He regained movement in his body as his cock ached with want. Jack grabbed her ass cheeks, bare in the thong, and pulled her to his face to kiss her center through the fabric. As Addy let out a cry, he tore the panties off her.
“Sit on my face,” he commanded.
Addy angled herself to stand over the couch and straddled his face. As soon as his lips met her sticky sweetness, she started to gush. He watched her tits bounce above him and her long fingers pull at her nipples while she ground against him.
“Fuck me, please,” she started to moan. “Please, Jack, I need you inside me.”
His fingers gripped tight into her thick ass as he controlled her bouncing on his tongue. When she was close to coming, he lifted her off and directed her toward him.
Greedily, Addy climbed onto him. With her hands on his chest, she started to ride. Her head was tilted back and that long hair grazed his legs—
“Dr. Stratton?”
Jack groaned against the sudden light.
“You’re up. They need you in the ER, room 1-B.” The nurse walked away at a fast clip.
Jack scrambled to the bathroom, leaned against the wall, and jerked himself off in less than thirty seconds—thoughts of Addy riding him skyrocketed him to orgasm. He stifled his cry and wiped up before he downed another 5-hour Energy shot, his second of the shift.
Shifts, he corrected himself. He couldn’t believe it was her he dreamed of and not Rosalie.
“Glad you could join us,” Rosalie said as Jack opened 1-B.
As she started to bark orders and update him on the patient, he couldn’t stop looking at her.
What was it about her that’s so goddamned attractive, anyway? he wondered.
Sure, she was beautiful. And smart as hell. But … something was different. He was different. In that moment, while Rosalie and her perfect lip liner loomed over the teenage boy with the fractured ulna, he knew he didn’t want her back.
Well. That puts you in a fucking weird place, doesn’t it? He knew he had to tell Addy. But how the hell does that conversation go?
The rest of his shift went blessedly fast. It was eight o’clock when he finally clocked out, and the summer sun still lingered in the sky. He didn’t know if he could handle seeing her, just the two of them, after that dream.
Up for drinks? Addy’s text popped up on his screen.
Talk about perfect timing, he thought.
Sure. Half the bottle of whiskey’s still there, he replied.
Surely he could handle a couple of minutes in the same room with her without thinking about ripping off her clothes and seeing if she was really that sweet. Right?
I was thinking of going out. Want to meet up with some friends for drinks? That place on Pine? she asked.
Sure. Now? I can drive straight there.
See you there, she replied.
Jack didn’t care if this meant he had to show up at a bar in his work clothes. At least he wouldn’t have temptation right in his face at home without even a nip to dull the ache.
When he showed up at the country bar, he immediately spotted Addy. She sat right next to Jeremy at a table crowded with faces he vaguely recognized. As Addy threw her head back and laughed at something Jeremy said, she touched his arm lightly.
Jack couldn’t stop the scowl that spread across his face, but when she saw him she lit up and scooted over. Addy patted the seat between her and Jeremy.
She’s one hell of an actress, he thought. She seemed genuinely happy to see him.
He sat down, hyperaware that he’d just cut some insane tension between the two of them. Jeremy gave him a dark glower.
“I need another round,” Jeremy growled and headed to the bar.
His heart soared at the word “husband” and gave him the boost he needed to fake it through the night. Addy went around and ticked off names he’d never remember. It was fairly obvious everyone was pretty tipsy, including Addy.
“We’re playing Never Have I Ever,” Addy explained to Jack. “Do you know it? Do they play it down there?”
“In Australia? Yeah, I’m pretty sure everyone in the world knows that game,” he said.
Addy poured him a beer from the shared pitcher. Her buzz made her unaware of his tone.
As she leaned forward to push the pitcher back to the center, Jack caught sight of what she wore. A short plaid skirt, black knee socks, and a tight black t-shirt. The Catholic schoolgirl homage showed off her figure perfectly.
It also didn’t hurt that her height, barely five foot three, made the schoolgirl fantasy even more plausible. He shifted as his cock started to harden again.
He’d have her leave the knee socks on, and the skirt at least for a little while …
The girl seated two people down from Addy held up her hand.
“Okay, okay! Now that we’ve all met ‘Dr. Hottie,’ can we get back to it? Never have I ever… joined the mile high club.”
Jack drank automatically, his college years kicking in. It wasn’t until he lowered his glass that he realized nobody else had drank and all eyes were on him.
“What? I have my pilot’s license. It’s kind of a requirement.” He winked at Addy and she went pink. The blushing made her irresistible.
How else can I fluster her?
The girl next to Addy pretended to think.
“Hmm,” she said. “Never have I ever filmed myself having sex.”
Jack took a drink, as did two of the girls at the table.
“Here’s to Snapchat!” one of them called, but Addy grew a shade closer to crimson.
“Addy?” Jack asked. “It’s your turn.”
She tucked her hair behind her ears and gave him a hard look.
“Never have I ever had a threesome.”
Jack drank, as did one girl at the far end of the table.
“It was two girls!” she hollered.
“Same here,” Jack said.
The guys at the table laughed, but Addy shifted uncomfortably when he wouldn’t break his gaze with her.
“Never have I ever had a fivesome,” Jack said, and tossed his arm around her. “Yet.”
The group lit up with whoops. Addy was hot to the touch, but she didn’t resist when he pulled her closer.
“Never have I ever ridden someone’s face,” the girl on the other side of Jack said. “I’m vanilla. What can I say?”
Instantly, he was back in his dream. Addy had been completely naked and blissed out. He’d never seen her just let go like that before. Her hands pressed against her thighs as she rode his face with her eyes closed.
What I would give to make her feel like that, he thought.
The sound of Addy putting her empty glass down beside him knocked him back to reality. His eyes widened.
She drank?
“You?” he hissed under his breath as the game continued around them. “You’re surprising me, Addison,” he said. “I didn’t think you were that kind of girl. Straddling someone’s face, letting him suck on your clit. Licking up your come while you grind against his mouth.”
The more explicit he got in the description, the deeper she blushed.
Seeing her blush like that was almost as good as seeing the flush of an afterglow. Almost. Maybe she wasn’t as innocent as he thought.
Hell, we’re married, he thought. As long as she consents, I can do just about anything to her.
As the game moved on, Jack sat back and looked at Addy in a new light. Before the round could come back to her, she stood up abruptly.
“Excuse me,” she said.
He watched her head toward the restroom and waited a minute before he followed.
The restrooms were individual and private. And only one was marked “Occupied.”
Jack waited outside the door. As soon as she emerged, he pushed her back in and locked the door behind him.
“What are you doing?” she gasped.
“Whatever you want. Unless you want me to leave?”
He knew it was a risk. In the dim light of the bathroom, lit with just one pink bulb, he saw her pupils dilate.
Addy’s eyes went to his mouth. She licked her lips. It was just the invitation he needed. Jack closed in on her for the kiss, hard and demanding. She made a soft sound and melted against him.
As he backed her up against the wall, he started to kiss her neck. One hand under her skirt, he searched briefly for the panties—the little blue thong—but found nothing. She had to have been sitting on that wooden barstool with her pussy pressed, warm and wet, right against the wood.
“Naughty girl,” he whispered as his fingers grazed the tiny strip of hair highlighted by what had to be a very recent Brazilian wax.
Frenzied, she began to unbutton his pants while he stroked her clit, already swollen and slick with want. Jack lifted her onto the tiny counter and Addy spread her legs eagerly.
Jack gripped her ankles and pushed her feet onto the counter as her shoes dropped to the floor. With her knees pointed toward the ceiling and her thighs spread wide, he stepped back for a moment to take her in. Those knee-high socks framed her displayed center perfectly.
“Damn,” he said and she reached for him. He slid two fingers into her right as she grasped his cock.
A knock came at the door, sharp and hard.
“Ignore it,” Jack said. He curled a finger deep inside her and watched her eyes roll back as he hit her G-spot.
“Addy! Are you in there?”
“Fuck, it’s Kenzie!” Addy said.
“Addy! Jeremy said you were back here. Are you okay?”
Addy pushed him away and jumped down from the counter.
“I… I had too much to drink,” she mumbled to him.
Jack stood back, amazed as Addy straightened her clothes and opened the door with a smile.
“Jesus, Addy,” he said, and hurried to shut the door so he could zip up his pants.
What kind of fucking luck is this? he wondered.
Her wetness still coated his fingers. Jack put a finger in his mouth and tasted her. She was even more decadent than he’d imagined. Addictive.
If she was attracted to him, and he was pretty damn sure she was, he’d convince her to act on it sooner or later.
14
She could feel the stiffness of two days’ worth of double shifts as soon as she opened her eyes.
But it was worth it, she thought.
Two nights ago, she and Jack had been close to fucking in a bar bathroom. By signing up for those double shifts, she’d avoided him completely since then.
Addy listened closely, but the rest of the condo seemed to be silent. They hadn’t spoken since that night. A couple of cursory nods when they passed each other coming or going in the living room had been the only contact they’d had.
Now, the condo sounded empty.
She couldn’t stop replaying what had happened in that bathroom in her head. It had consumed her during each of those eighteen-hour shifts.
Thank God waiting tables didn’t take much concentration after a certain point, she thought.
She’d been on autopilot, but it was good to keep her hands busy.
Huh. Is it weird to masturbate in his bed? she wondered.
Addy slid a hand down her taut belly and below her underwear. With knees drawn up and thighs spread open, she surprised herself by how wet she already was. A couple of light flicks across her clit, and she heard her breathing grow ragged.
“Jack,” she whispered, and the memory of his cock, hard and hot in her hand, rushed to her memory.
“Fuck.” She pushed away the blankets and sat up.
Would they actually ha
ve done it that night? Probably.
It had been nearly impossible to stop herself even when she’d heard Kenzie’s voice on the other side of the door. That ache she’d had for him, deep in her center, had stayed with her ever since.
“Stay busy,” she told herself.
Addy glanced at the clock. It was almost nine o’clock in the morning. Too late to call into the restaurant and pick up another shift. She had a lot of hours in the day to fill.
She flopped onto the couch and popped open her laptop. At least it would be a little easier to avoid the temptation of getting herself off when she wasn’t in bed. She opened Facebook and got a whiff of Jack’s cologne.
Of course the couch would smell like him, she thought. But she straightened her back and trudged forward—directly to his Facebook page.
Addy could tell the page had been carefully cultivated, but it wouldn’t be obvious to anybody else. There were scores of pictures of them together.
One photo, the one taken right after the glider trip, had a boosted comment from one of Jack’s friends about throwing them a reception to celebrate. She didn’t know who the guy was, but he made a good point.
If this was a real marriage, wouldn’t it be weird if they never had a reception or party with their friends to celebrate the elopement?
She turned it over in her mind. Addy pictured the perfect white dress. Maybe they could even have another ceremony in town? A more traditional one. She could see herself as she walked down the aisle, Ed Sheeran’s “Perfect” performed by a string quartet.
In her mind, she walked alone. That stung briefly, for just a moment, but even in sheer fantasy she couldn’t fathom her father getting it together enough to walk her down the aisle. Jack would be waiting at the end in a sharp tuxedo, that smile across his face that made her wobble—
Stop it. You’re being ridiculous.
Addy sighed. She really was. It was clear even to her that this fantasy was more about a wedding and less about making sure their little ploy was believable. But is it about the wedding, or the marriage?
Her phone vibrated against her thigh and brought her back to reality.