Elise was more okay with this than she ought to be, but the idea of not following through on this right now seemed like complete folly. She nodded and reached out to unbutton his shirt, sending a message that was loud and clear.
Will tugged down the thin straps of her cocktail dress and reached behind to unzip it, shimmying it down her body, then shaking his arms out of his shirt and tossing it aside.
He moved over top of her, angling his mouth on hers. She gasped in pleasure at the feel of his bare chest pressed to her breasts. For the first time, clearheaded and with unequivocal intent, she was moving forward with this plan, unconcerned with the outcome. It felt right, and that was all that mattered right now.
Will’s hands skimmed along her sides, from the underside of her arms down along her hips. As his fingers explored her body, his thumbs hooked into her panties and easily tugged them down so that his fingers could move to her already slick center. They moaned into one another’s mouths as they both enjoyed the sensation of his fingers gliding through her wetness.
“God, Elise. I can’t tell you how turned on I am right now,” he said as he began to shift his body down, his mouth kissing and licking a path first to one nipple and then the other, which he suckled to a tight, hard tip. Elise dragged her nails through his hair as he moved down more, swirling his tongue in her belly button, then on a trail to the neatly trimmed patch of hair at her pubic bone. She didn’t think it was necessary to say that she was likely even more turned on than he was, especially after that first long stroke of his tongue, starting at her swollen clit and continuing on along the length of her lips. She thrust her hips toward him and relished the added sensation of his well-groomed beard trailing behind with each stroke of his tongue. As he inserted first one, then another finger inside her, coating his fingers with her juices, she thought she’d go mad with pleasure. As the pace of her breathing accelerated and the tingling edge of a climax began to spread throughout her pelvis, she pressed his head toward her throbbing clit, desperate for him to tip her over, and his masterful mouth complied, alternately circling her clit with his tongue and sucking with his lips.
“Oh, fuck, Will, right there, now.” Her voice was pleading and breathy, and she could no longer control the pace of her thrusting hips, and then her control shattered as his tongue pressed to her clit, her pussy spasming around his fingers and mouth as her orgasm overtook her.
Elise could still feel the faint pulse of her fading climax when she looked up to see Will on his knees, unbuttoning his suit pants and skimming them over his hips, along with his boxer briefs. His huge erection jutted from his body, primed and ready. He locked eyes with her and she nodded.
“What are you waiting for?” she said as she spread her legs wide and pulled him down on top of her body. “Get over here.”
Their mouths met again and she dragged her tongue around his lips and mouth, lapping up her own juices from his beard as he notched the swollen tip of his cock at the entrance. “You sure about this, babe?” He arched his brow, his soulful blue eyes imploring.
“I couldn’t be any more certain. But hurry. I want to feel your hard cock deep inside me.”
That was all the invitation he needed as he thrust in deep, pressing and holding his cock inside her wet depths as his tongue invaded her mouth.
“You are such a tease, Will Montgomery.” She grabbed her thighs and spread her legs even farther. “Show me what you’ve got.”
“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Your wish is my command.”
With that, he withdrew his dick, then quickly pumped hard into her, dipping his head down to capture a nipple in his mouth as his hips continued their thrusting momentum.
“God, I wish I could have your mouth on me while your cock fucked me,” Elise said, feeling herself inching toward the cliff yet again. “I’m close, Will. I want to come on you as you spill yourself into me.”
Quickening his pace, he thrust so hard he shifted her body up the bed, her head against the headboard. He pounded into her once, twice, three times and stilled deep inside her, where she could feel wave after wave of come filling her up. It was the most amazing sexual encounter she’d ever experienced, so close to this man she’d once loved so deeply and for whom she couldn’t deny her intense and unresolved feelings.
Will’s breathing slowed and he leaned down to press a kiss on Elise’s forehead. “That, my dear, was unforgettable.”
“Right back atcha,” she said, pulling him toward her as they kissed and drifted off to sleep. Un-fucking-forgettable, indeed.
Chapter Eleven
Will had to pinch himself he was so stoked. In a million years he could never have imagined he and Elise reuniting on any level, let alone getting naked. Of course, he had no idea where this would lead. Hell, he didn’t even know where she lived. For all he knew she lived clear across the country, which would suck. Although, he’d think long and hard about following her if he truly thought the two of them could have a chance at something lasting. But these were early days, so he didn’t want to get too far ahead of himself.
Elise was sound asleep, curled up to his back, and the temptation was too great to resist, so he reached around and began to play with her nipples. She stirred, pressing her backside up to his groin. He took that as a yes and reached a hand down to slide his fingers along the seam of her pussy, stroking slowly and gently.
She turned her head toward him and he leaned forward to kiss her.
“I can’t get over how much I like this little beard you’ve got going,” she said, stroking her hand along his chin. “Although I like even better what you’re doing with those busy hands of yours.”
“It’s nothing compared to how much I love the feeling of my fingers slicking through your wet pussy,” he said, nuzzling along her neck as he flipped her around so they were facing one another. He dipped his fingers into her juices and ran them around one nipple, then the other, watching as they tightened at his touch.
“So how do you feel about this?” she pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, straddling him, then stroked his hardening cock along her wetness, eliciting a groan from him.
“Put it in and ride me, baby.” She was driving him mad with pleasure as she positioned him at her entrance then slid herself down his cock. When he was all the way seated in, she began to grind her hips in a tight, circular motion. He reached up to play with her swollen nipples as she lifted herself off of his cock and slid herself back down again and again.
His mind was lost in the feel of her warm, wet body pulling in his dick.
“Would you mind if we skipped the wedding tomorrow and did this all day instead?”
“As long as you promise to rub that goatee on me again, I think that could be arranged.”
She leaned forward, and Will stared at her gorgeous tits as they bounced to the rhythm of her thrusting hips. Life could not get any better than this. He caught a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, alternately nipping with his teeth, and Elise picked up the pace. He loved seeing a woman own her pleasure like this, and he took a moment to relish watching her work herself toward climax. He encouraged her as she began to moan.
“That’s it, baby, ride my cock till your hot pussy clenches around me. Pull the come out of me.”
Elise ground her hips hard onto Will, screaming out his name as the flood of her juices bathed his cock. When she stopped shaking, he flipped her onto her back, hooking his arms behind her knees and driving his swollen cock into her slickness, till his balls tightened and his semen surged into her, his body jerking with the intensity of the climax. He collapsed on top of her, his heart racing, his breathing labored.
“Jesus,” he said, leaning over to kiss her softly. “You, my dear, are going to be the death of me.”
WILL STARTLED FROM a deep sleep when someone began pounding on his door. He hopped out of bed to find out what was going on.
He grabbed a towel off the dresser and slung it around his hips, then opened the door to find a drunk
Sammi, her eyes rolling back in her head as she wobbled on her too-high heels.
“Hey there, sexy,” she said, pressing a pointer finger into his solar plexus and twirling it around. “I told you I’d come over after the dinner. I figured by now you’ve gotten rid of Elise, so you and I can have a little play session? I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” She licked her lips, which she probably thought looked sexy but in all honesty looked demented.
Will scrubbed his face with his hands. “Um, this is a bad time. We can talk later, ’kay?”
“It’s okay. I don’t want to talk. I want to fuck.”
His eyes bulged open. “Look. You need to leave. I don’t want you to get the idea that’s going to happen. So, please, do us both a favor and go back to your room and get some sleep.”
She tugged on his towel, pulling it off. “But I want to sleep with Y-O-U!” She poked at his bare chest again as she stared at his cock.
Will stood there, slightly in shock as she’d stripped off the only thing keeping him from being exposed to whoever was walking down the hallway.
“Seriously, Sammi.”
“Uh, no. It’s okay.” He heard a voice from behind him. He turned to see Elise, dressed, her shoes dangling from her fingers. Shit. “He’s all yours. Once a cheater, always a cheater. I don’t know why I thought anything different.”
With that, she pushed her way past his naked body, past the drunken poseur trying to get at his body, and he wasn’t even able to run after her since Sammi had a death grip on his towel.
Well, crap. Somehow he knew this had all been too good to be true.
Chapter Twelve
Elise must’ve finally drifted off to sleep after crying for what seemed like hours. Only to be awoken by the incessant buzzing of her phone sometime around dawn. The good news was that it couldn’t be Will calling her—he didn’t know her number, nor did he know her hotel room. So at least she was safe from having to deal with him for the time being—she was too damn angry to even know what she’d say to the little shit. She fumbled around on the nightstand till she finally found the thing and answered it.
“Elise—I need your help! Now! There’s a tear in my wedding gown and I have to get it to the seamstress, and I’m supposed to be going to get my hair and makeup done. I trust you with your life to get this thing to her and back in one piece. Promise you’ll not let the gown out of your sight, okay?”
“Oh, shoot. Jen. What the hell? Of course I’ll do that for you.” What a godsend—a mission that would distract her from the burning desire to curl up in a ball and sob for the next several hours. “Just text me where I’m supposed to go and I’ll meet you in the lobby in five minutes to get the gown from you.”
She hopped out of bed and quickly brushed her teeth and washed her face. Her eyes were bloodshot and swollen from crying. She grabbed two cans of cold beer from the minifridge and stuck one over each eye to diminish the puffiness a bit before she went out in public. The last thing she needed was to have people asking what she’d been crying about. Meanwhile, now it looked like hair and makeup would have to take second fiddle to gown repair today, which was a bummer since she needed it more than ever. She’d have to make do and hope she had enough concealer to hide the black rings under her eyes from lack of sleep and too many tears. Worst case with her hair, she could put some soft curls in it and call it a day.
She pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top—still missing her favorite bra, dammit. If she ever spoke to Will again, she would damn sure reclaim her missing underwear. But that was a big if.
Sliding into a pair of flip-flops, she raced down the hall and impatiently pushed the elevator button repeatedly till the doors opened up. She stepped into the car only to come face-to-face with Will standing there, his hair damp, a pair of sweaty running shorts clinging to his hips. Oh, and no shirt. Her breath hitched in her throat despite herself. Yowza. His chest. It looked so, well, delicious.
She wasn’t supposed to have those thoughts about him after what happened last night, dammit! And yet she couldn’t look at those well-defined pecs and his tight, sculpted abs without thinking about clutching them as she rode his cock. Was it only hours ago? She made the mistake of avoiding his gaze by glancing downward, where her eyes landed on that glorious zone along the lowered waistband of his shorts. He practically had a welcome mat dangling from his pelvis. Those glorious sex lines of his were cut like gleaming diamonds.
Come to mama.
Not.
Be strong, Elise. Have more self-respect. You do not want to associate with this player who is ready and willing to hook up with anyone at the drop of a hat.
Okay, so instead of staring at that sexy V, her eyes shifted to his happy trail. Which she had licked her tongue along at some point this weekend. Crap. This was not going well at all. It was like she was replaying the “best of” moments with the guy when she needed to remain angry with him. She glanced up to notice that he caught her staring. There.
“Can I help you find something?”
Why yes, as a matter of fact, you can. It’s lurking right beneath that waistband.
He stretched his arms and rubbed his hands along his belly. She envied his ability to do that while she stood there and tried not to stare at those lucky, lucky hands.
“Nope, all good.” She plastered on one of those fake smiles you give to panhandlers you don’t want to engage in conversation with when you pass them on the sidewalk.
“So I don’t suppose you’ve got any interest in discussing what happened last night?”
She shook her head. “Nope. We’re good. It was the reminder I needed, thanks.” She glanced at her watch to avoid looking at any more of his body parts. “You’re out awfully early.” She hoped that meant he hadn’t allowed Sammi to stick around, but then again, he could easily have done so and sent her packing after the deed was finished.
“Had a hard time sleeping,” he said, rubbing that sexy goatee with his hand. Oh God. Now she couldn’t stop thinking about that soft goatee rubbing along her private parts. Before last night, she definitely had never felt facial hair there. Oh Lord, she was hot and no doubt flushed. This was not good. “Took a run to clear my mind. Went back to my room but realized I had to get something from the car before I showered.” He tried to make eye contact but she refused to engage. “You’re out awfully early as well.”
She shrugged. “Wedding gown crisis. Maid of honor to the rescue.”
He nodded. “This is why you pick someone reliable like you for the job—glad Jen knew she could count on you, Elise.”
“Yep, that’s me. Good ole reliable Elise.”
The elevator stopped at the first floor and the doors glided open. She slipped out, proud of herself for not looking back even once.
“Guess I’ll see you tonight at the wedding.”
“Yup.”
And despite what had happened last night, it was like a punch to the gut, knowing that tonight would be it; then no more Will Montgomery for good this time. If only she’d have been a better judge of character.
ELISE ENTERED AN ADDRESS into her Waze app and found herself on the outskirts of town at a cute little bungalow set among lodge pines, with wildflowers punctuating the field in front of the home.
She collected up the huge bag containing the wedding gown and ever so gingerly carried it to the front door. A calico cat made a figure eight around her ankles as she rang the doorbell, and a small dog yipped and yapped at the door awaiting its chance to greet her.
When the door opened, Elise was stunned to see none other than Shannon Cadbury—the girl who ruined her high school love affair—standing there, ready to take the package from her arms.
Elise opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out.
“Well, if it isn’t Elise Jackson,” Shannon said, ushering her into the house.
“I’m so sorry to be here so early, but Jennifer was freaking out and, well, it’s her wedding day and all, so, well, here I am.” She gav
e her a tepid smile. “It’s, uh, nice to see you. I had no idea you were Jennifer’s seamstress.”
Shannon looked good—her blond hair had been straightened, and she’d lost a little of the baby fat she’d carried through high school. A glance down showed she was married as well. Huh. Clearly, life was agreeing with her. Elise didn’t know whether to be glad for her or hate her after what she’d done.
“Come on in. Let’s get you a cup of coffee while you wait.”
Elise held up her hands. “Oh, I wasn’t planning to wait. I thought I’d come back by—”
She’d planned to drive about two hundred yards away, pull off the road, and read a book. Last thing she wanted to do was sit here and make small talk with the likes of Shannon Cadbury.
“Don’t be silly,” Shannon said. “It’ll be nice to have the company, plus I can show you the work as I go and you can give it your stamp of approval. Oh and here.” She grabbed a platter on the counter. “I made some muffins last night for breakfast so you won’t go hungry.”
Elise scrunched up her nose. Ugh, talk about awkward. But no way to back out of it.
She shrugged. “Sure, thanks.”
“First follow me.” Shannon led her down a hallway to a large sewing room with gowns hanging along one wall, and a case displaying wedding gown-related notions along another. There were veils suspended from the ceiling, and a rack of various shrugs and capes to wear over the gowns.
“You have quite the setup here. I had no idea you were a talented seamstress.”
Shannon smiled. “Me neither. I always knew how to sew, even made most of my own clothes growing up.”
“You did?”
“Yep. Sorta had no choice under the circumstances.”
Elise hated to ask about circumstances, so she let it slide.
“It wasn’t till I got married that I learned to apply my skills to this type of work by apprenticing with my mother-in-law, who’s been doing this for years. Bit by bit, I’ve taken over more of her clients since she’s getting ready to retire. In fact, this gown is one she did the alterations on, but she wasn’t able to help out this morning, so she asked me to take it on. I was happy to do that because I remember Jennifer from high school.”
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