She cocked her eyebrow at him. “Is this your day job or something?”
He shrugged. “You could say that.”
“Okay, then. So you’re a wedding usher by day, Uber driver by night. Interesting.” She nodded her head.
“Funny that we hadn’t gotten around to discussing our chosen career paths yet. I guess we’ve been too busy with more pressing matters.” He winked at her, and she was torn between wanting to punch him or kiss him. Or both. She was beginning to see there was a fine line between love and hate. Except this wasn’t love. That was then. This was pure, unadulterated lust. And she was good with that. She was perfectly happy to employ him as her itch scratcher. She deserved that, at the very least. Plus it could save her a ton on batteries.
Georgie looked at Harper, then at Noah. “So you two know each other?”
Harper had been busy staring at Noah in a suit, which was almost as big a turn-on as Noah without his pants on. She’d yet to encounter the full Monty since he’d been home, at least, but the suit was a completely perfect stand-in for a thoroughly naked Noah. She nodded slowly then turned to Georgie. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to be rude. Georgie, meet Noah.”
Georgie knit her brows. “Noah as in that Noah?”
Harper so wished she hadn’t said that. It meant Harper had told Georgie all about him, and she wanted Noah to think she was long ago over him.
“This is the Noah I might have mentioned before.”
Georgie shook his hand as if she’d touched something hot. “Damn, girl, you failed to tell me that he looked like this. No wonder you were pissed at him leaving.”
The corner of Noah’s mouth curled up into a grin. He reached his hand out. “Georgie—delighted to meet you. How do you two beautiful women know each other?”
Beautiful women. What a suck-up.
“I’m Harper’s right-hand woman in the shop.”
“Oh? What shop is that?”
Georgie threw a side glance at her friend. “He doesn’t even know about the shop?”
Harper frowned. “Um, no?”
“I’d love to hear more about this mystery shop.”
Harper shook her head. “Stop mocking me. There’s nothing mysterious about it. I simply didn’t want to share my private business with you. I reserve that for people I trust.”
Georgie licked the tip of her finger and tapped the air, making a sizzling sound. “The score: Harper, one. Noah, zero.”
The background music started to get louder, indicating the wedding was about to begin. Noah showed them to their seats—lucky for Georgie they were in the back row. Unlucky for Harper, she was on the end, and the bride no sooner walked down the short aisle than Noah came and hovered right next to her like he was her bodyguard. If she dared turn to her left, her eyes would be about level with his crotch.
At first she nonchalantly held her program up, attempting to obscure her line of vision. But then her curiosity got the better of her and when she thought he wasn’t looking, she lowered the paper and glanced out of the corner of her eyes; it was impossible not to notice how very big he looked in his sexy hipster suit pants. Heat rushed to her face and she knew her cheeks had turned a charming shade of tomato-red. Made worse because Noah then angled his body slightly toward her head, giving her a bird’s-eye view of his thickening Johnson. She looked up at exactly the wrong time, as he was obviously watching her reaction. He grinned.
So much for being Georgia’s bodyguard. She was going to need her own to withstand the wiles of the omnipresent Noah Gunderson.
Chapter Eighteen
Noah couldn’t believe his good fortune to have Harper as a guest at this wedding. Now he needed to figure out a way to worm his way into her conversations all night. The cheating doofus wasn’t with her, and that was a good sign that. Noah wondered where he was and why he wasn’t her plus-one. But why worry about it? Rather, he planned to take advantage of it.
He approached Harper and her friend as they mingled inside the heated tent following the ceremony. “Can I get you ladies a cocktail?”
Harper rolled her eyes at Georgie, but her friend was having none of it. “I’d love a Tito’s on the rocks with a splash of sparkling water and a lime.”
He looked at his ex who shrugged. “I don’t know. Surprise me.”
Oh, he was planning to surprise her, all right.
He went to the bartender and ordered up two drinks, returning with them a few minutes later.
“Your vodka,” he said, handing Georgie her cocktail.
“And for you, something I thought would be a fun reminder of one of our favorite pastimes.” He held up a drink the color of the morning sunrise he’d witnessed earlier in the day.
“I don’t get it,” Harper said.
He leaned over and whispered into her ear. “Sex on the beach.” He winked at her and walked away, leaving Harper momentarily speechless.
A few minutes later, Noah ran into his friend.
“Spencer,” he said, patting him on the back. “I didn’t know you’d be at this wedding. You sure clean up well.”
Usually the two of them saw each other in wetsuits. When not on a surfboard, Spencer was often found on a bicycle, as he was a courier by day and far preferred biking to his delivery destinations than driving a car. Tonight he had his longish sandy-blond hair pulled back in a sort of ponytail-bun. A bunny tail! She laughed to herself.
“Every now and then I take one for the team. But you know me, I’d much rather be dripping wet right now.”
“Funny you should say that.” He pointed toward Harper. “I’d much prefer that she was dripping wet as well.” The two of them laughed.
“I don’t blame you there.”
“Yeah, well, maybe you can help me then.”
Spencer lifted a brow. “Dude, really? Me and her? Like I’d be the fluffer only for the woman?”
Noah pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. “You might want to consider it more like wingman, with benefits. I’m going to introduce you to Harper’s friend who you are going to take a liking to, which will give me a chance to get Harper alone. Got it?”
He shrugged. “Sure, I can do that. Though what’s in it for me?”
Noah nodded toward Georgie, whose back was to them. “Maybe her friend?”
Spencer stuck out his lower lip, thinking. “Hey, I’d do her.”
“And you have my complete endorsement. The longer you keep her away, the better for me.”
By this point at an event, his staff had things well under control. He only needed to figure out the prime opportunity to waylay Harper and employ his charms on her. Surely he’d have the chance.
He motioned with his finger for Spencer to follow him.
“Look who I found all alone and needing company,” Noah said, his hand on Spencer’s shoulder. “Harper, I think you might recall meeting Spencer at the bar, right?”
Harper reached out to shake his hand. “Great to see you again. And this is my date for this evening, Georgie Childress.”
Spencer reached for Georgie’s hand and pulled it toward his mouth. “Enchanté,” he said, as he kissed the top of her hand.
“Uhhh, yeah,” Georgie said squinting her eyes. “You seriously don’t remember me?”
He lifted a brow, then winced as he started to snap his fingers. “Oh, man. You. Surfboard-killer chick.”
.Harper looked from her friend to Spencer. “Should I ask?”
Georgia shook her head. “Trust me, it’s so not worth knowing.”
Harper shrugged. “Okey dokey, then.” She mouthed to her friend you’d better fill me on on that later.
The wedding director began to announce the bridal party, who had gone down to the beach to take photographs, which was weird because it was November and the sun had already set, but whatever.
“I’ll leave you three to find your seats while I see to it that everyone gets their meal in a timely way.” Noah usher
ed the three of them toward a table, ensuring that Spencer would sit next to his prey for the evening.
With any luck, his plan would be as easy as feeding candy to a baby.
~*~
Noah felt a load of relief once the tables had all been bussed. Now all that was left was dancing and mingling and wedding cake, so he could buck that to his helpers to make sure it all went smoothly.
From the far end of the room, he’d been keeping an eye on Harper. She seemed like she was having a good time, smiling and laughing. He was glad she hadn’t latched on to any young, available male guests.
He wondered if weddings were stressful for her. If so, he felt like a real heel for it. But that was water under the bridge. It was time for him to build a new bridge or some such metaphor. At last he saw Harper get up and head toward the steps, presumably in search of the ladies’ room. He took his cue and slipped up the back steps where he’d be able to intercept her.
He watched from the shadows as she closed the door to the bathroom, and then he waited. This was going to be fun.
Chapter Nineteen
Harper was a bit wedding’d out. It was a lovely event, even though she didn’t know the bride. And she certainly didn’t want to know the mother of the bride. At least spending time with Georgie had been fun, though weirdly she and the surfer dude seemed to have some strange history she was going to need to find out about. She kept getting the sense Georgie wanted to give the guy the slip. Maybe it was the occasional wince she threw her way when it seemed Spencer wasn’t looking. Even so, Harper had felt like a third wheel, a sensation she didn’t adore. It was one thing to be on your own—she was good with that. But it became uncomfortable when you were with others who were paired off—even if those two weren’t necessarily paired off. It still made her feel like an extra appendage, one of those additional fingers people sometimes have: needless, yet there and sort of in the way.
Harper had only excused herself to take a moment to regroup. Maybe the two of them would want to dance or at least not have her be a necessary part of the conversation while they were getting to know each other. She was happy for her friend—Georgie deserved to have a fun time with a guy. Presuming she wanted to have fun with him. But she didn’t want to be a fly on the wall. She washed her hands and was walking down the hall, resolved to find a ride home when she heard that voice.
“I’ve discovered I have a bit of a thing for sexy sandals,” Noah said as he approached her. He reached his hands to her shoulders, then leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Especially when they’re attached to a gorgeous woman with the most beautiful tits.” He took a deep breath and let it out. “Not that I’m getting enough of a look at those breasts, I’m so stuck on the sandals.” His hands slid down to cup her breasts as he steered her backward toward a nearby linen storage room.
Once inside, he slid his thumbs under the edge of her bodice to find her nipples already hard. He groaned and settled his mouth over hers as his tongue pressed past her lips in search of her tongue. The pace of her breathing increased, and she couldn’t suppress a moan when he pinched her nipples hard.
“You like it when I do that?” He dragged his lips down her chin, along her throat while he slipped the slinky straps of her dress over her shoulders.
“You know I do.”
“What else do you like?” His mouth trailed down along her collarbone, and he painted his tongue toward a waiting nipple, pinching the areola as his lips latched on and he suckled.
“That.”
“What?” he said on a murmur.
“I love when you suck on me.”
“Where?” One hand reached behind her, quickly tugging the zipper of the dress down.
Her breathing was at a fevered pitch. “I love it when you suck on my nipples.”
He bit down hard on one nipple and Harper shouted out. He quickly covered her mouth with his hand. “Shhh. I can keep going as long as we don’t get caught out. I don’t want the grandmother of the bride to walk in on us when I’m thrusting my cock inside of you.”
Harper groaned at the mere notion of that. She wanted it there so badly.
He pulled her dress down, and it pooled at her feet. Noah looked at the floor.
“The only sight better than those sandals is your dress settled down around them.” His voice was gravelly. “You want to know why?”
“Tell me why.”
“Because that means that I get to stare at those fucking tits and suck on them as much as I want, and I know you want it as badly as I do.”
He pulled back for a moment and cast a long, slow gaze over her mostly naked body. He let out a quiet whistle. “Damn, Harper,” he said. “You’re even more beautiful than I remember. We need to do one more thing.”
He reached down and tugged with one finger on the skimpy black lace panties that barely covered her, pulling them down to her ankles and helping her step out of them.
“Such a pretty sight, I might come in my pants.” He slid his fingers along her pussy, stroking the neatly trimmed thatch of hair that barely covered her. “I can see your swollen clit peeking out from your lips.” He stroked along her lips, circling her clit again and again. “And you’re so wet.”
Harper spread her legs. She couldn’t believe ten minutes ago she was ready to go home and now she was naked in a large storage closet with Noah running color commentary on her aroused and very naked body.
He reached for her wrists and hoisted them up over her head as his fingers explored her wet pussy, sliding toward her center. He hooked a finger inside her while he used his palm to continue to stimulate her clit. Harper gasped.
“How do you know I love that?” she choked the words out, pressing herself toward his hand, forcing his finger deeper inside of her to that perfect spot.
Noah’s eyes were fixed on what his hands were doing, and Harper couldn’t help but watch as well, mesmerized. To think that those fingers could make her feel such intense pleasure. She writhed as the sensations bombarded her, all the while wanting desperately to strip his clothes off and feel him pressed up against her naked flesh.
“I remember everything your body wants, baby. And I plan to give it to you.”
“Clothes,” she said between gasps. “Off. Now.”
“Uh-uh.” Noah held tight to her wrists and leaned forward to lick her nipple. He increased the pace of his finger thrusting into her, pressing the heel of his hand to her clit, spreading her juices, occasionally rubbing the swollen nub with his thumb. “First I need to feel you come all over my hand.” He added a second finger and Harper thrust desperately against him. When he fastened his mouth around a nipple and bit down as he pressed his fingers to her G-spot, a thousand points of light burst behind Harper’s eyelids as wave upon wave of spasms racked her pelvis. She let out a gasp, but Noah closed his mouth over hers to stifle the sound as his hand slowed over her sensitive lips. Finally he released her wrists.
Harper felt like she’d run a marathon. But she was ready for an ultramarathon, at least of the sexual kind, and immediately grabbed his tie, unknotting it in record time, then his suitcoat, unfastening his shirt, and ultimately his pants. She stopped to smooth the precum that had gathered at the head of his cock as she slid the waistband of his boxer briefs over his hard length. She’d always loved the velvety smoothness of Noah’s cock, the firm thickness, the length. He was built just right for her, and she couldn’t believe she was here, once again holding it in her greedy little hands.
She squatted down, still in her strappy heels, and looked up at Noah, reaching her tongue out to lick the moisture from the head. His sharp intake of breath was all she needed to know that this was what he craved. She circled the crown with her tongue before wrapping her lips around the head and slowly sliding them down his penis, taking the length of him into her mouth as he pressed toward her.
She sucked him hard and took him as deep as she could, then alternated stroking her tongue along the length of him a
s he guided her head with desperate hands. When she covered her teeth with her lips and pressed along the crown, he cried out, “Oh, fuck, Harper. I want you, now.”
He reached his hands under her armpits and pulled her up, and they coiled in an embrace as Harper lifted a leg around his hip, trying to encourage his hard length into her wetness.
“I have a better idea.” He turned her around and bent her at the waist, her naked ass pointed toward him. “Those shoes. Those fuck-me shoes. God, Harper, if you only knew what those did to me.” With one stroke he was inside of her, buried deep, where he held himself, allowing her body to adjust to his size. “We fit together like we were made to for each other, sweetie.”
She shuddered at the intensity of his large, magnificent cock inside her, right where it always belonged. “Harder, Noah.”
He obliged, first leaning forward, his chest to her back, and wrapping his arms around her body so he could play with her nipples the way she loved it. She trembled, so close to breaking again, relishing the feel of his body sliding inside of her, the soft hairs of his chest stroking her back. She could do this forever, except that it felt like a fuse had been lit and was quickly snaking through her body, and the blast was imminent. Noah reached down and slid his fingers along her slick center, reaching to the spot where his cock was sliding in and out of her body, then swirling around her clit. It was all Harper could take.
“I’m coming, baby, now,” she said. “Come with me.” Fireworks erupted inside of her, and her pussy clamped down hard on his cock, pulling him in. She could feel his body spasming as she milked the seed from his pulsating cock, filling her to overflowing.
For a minute they were silent but for their labored breathing. Then Harper started to laugh, and Noah joined in.
“You do know you have an inn full of wedding guests downstairs, while you’ve been fucking my brains out up here?”
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