Club Abbott: The Wedding (Club Abbott Series #3)

by Hazel Kelly

  “Seriously, though. I can’t thank you enough for coming to this thing with me. I couldn’t have asked for a better date.”

  “Thanks,” I said. “That’s really sweet.”

  “And I know it’s in poor taste to pass judgement, but you are by far the prettiest bridesmaid.”

  “I don’t know about that.”

  “I do,” he said.

  “Well, thanks for being a gentleman for the most part.”

  “I’m glad you’re convinced,” he said. “Cause it’s all just part of the act.”

  I cocked my head. “You being a gentleman is part of the act?”

  He nodded. “I haven’t had a polite thought since I saw you this morning.”

  I scowled at him. “And here I thought you were a genuinely nice guy.”

  “Oh, I’m a nice guy alright,” he said. “In fact, I’m such a nice guy I suspect you’ll be raving about me all night.”

  I raised my eyebrows. “Will I?”

  “Yep.”

  “From my bed on the other side of the room?”

  “The extra bed is merely a prop for my gentleman act.”

  I swallowed. “Is that so?”

  He nodded. “You won’t be anywhere near that bed unless I carry you over to it myself.”

  I felt a warm coil tighten in my stomach.

  He kept his eyes on me, his confidence as overwhelming as the sudden wetness between my legs.

  I cast my eyes down and took a deep breath before looking back up at him. “And what makes you so confident I’m a sure thing?”

  “You’re not,” he said. “In fact, I think that’s one of the things I like best about you.”

  “What?”

  “That I can’t tell what you’re thinking.”

  “No?” That’s a relief.

  “But fortunately for you, that only makes me even more determined to make sure that whatever it is, it’s about me.”

  My breath grew shallow.

  “Admit you’ve thought about what happened at the club,” he said, moving his cheek beside mine.

  My whole body was buzzing below the waist. “It might have crossed my mind once or twice.”

  “What exactly crossed your mind?” he asked, his warm breath on my ear. “Did you wonder if I was somewhere smacking my lips at the thought of how you taste, if I was touching myself while I thought of the curve of your ass, the shape of your breasts as you panted beneath me?”

  My stomach dropped.

  “Cause I was,” he whispered. “All of that and more.”

  I held my breath.

  “So if you think I’m not hell bent on having you again Carrie Callihan, then you’re in for the shock of your life.”

  Chapter 14: Ben

  I felt her body stiffen in my arms, like a deer that’s heard the snap of a twig.

  And I knew then she wouldn’t resist me. She couldn’t. I wanted her too badly, and there wasn’t a woman on Earth that could’ve resisted the kind of desire I felt for Carrie in that moment, the kind of desire I‘d felt for her ever since she straddled me on the stairs of my club and let me feel the weight of her body against my dick.

  I hadn’t meant to come on so strong. I’d meant for my seduction to be more gradual, but once I held her against me on the dance floor, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to play it cool for as long as I initially thought. My cock was already starting to swell, and I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed.

  Her eyes went wide. “You weren’t kidding,” she said, not moving away.

  I shook my head. “I’m afraid not.”

  She swallowed.

  And then it started to snow. Right there on the dancefloor.

  I looked up.

  There was no audible sound from a snow machine, but the fluffy white flakes fell nonetheless, as if they were being shaken from the frosted evergreen branches covering the ceiling above.

  When I looked back at Carrie, she was smiling.

  And once again, her smile did something to me, something unfamiliar. Something that felt good and scary all at the same time.

  “Did you know that was going to happen?” she asked, blinking through several flakes that clung to her lashes.

  “No,” I said. “Though my dad’s such an outrageous show off, I can’t say I’m surprised.”

  “That’s really something.”

  “Sure is,” I said. “But you know what I like best about it?”

  She raised her eyebrows. “The fact that all the men on the dance floor suddenly look like they have outrageous dandruff?”

  “No. Guess again.”

  “The fact that it’s pretty, but not cold?”

  “No.”

  “You’re going to have to tell me,” she said. “I haven’t the slightest.”

  “It’s the perfect cover.”

  “For what?”

  I smiled. “For us to make our getaway.”

  And with that, I turned towards the door and led her straight to our room, never letting go of her hand.

  Two minutes later, I was swiping my keycard and holding the door open for her.

  She looked like a movie star in the dim light of the large suite, the dark lavender dress clinging to her smooth curves.

  I took off my jacket and threw it over the chair by the door. When I looked back at her she was standing at the foot of the four poster bed, having completely ignored the queen in the front corner.

  For a moment, I just watched her run her hands along the soft comforter, letting my eyes drop to her waist and then her ass.

  Then she walked over to the dark mahogany desk across from the bed and laid her fingertips on it before looking in the mirror.

  I undid my tie as I walked across the room.

  She went to turn around when I came up behind her, but I stopped her, putting two hands on her shoulders and holding her still in front of me.

  She turned her head as I put my hands on the zipper at her back. Then she looked in the mirror, watching me as I dragged the fragile zipper down.

  I kept my eyes on her face. It didn’t look like she was breathing. The diamond at her neck lay perfectly still.

  I dropped my lips to her neck and she let her head fall the other way, giving me room to kiss the length of it.

  The zipper reached its end at the top of her ass. I was eager to peel off her dress, but I was feeling hot myself just from touching her.

  “Don’t move,” I said, unbuttoning my crisp white shirt as I stared at her full lips.

  Her eyes dropped when my hands went to my belt.

  I took my pants off but kept my boxers on.

  She swallowed.

  I grabbed her dress around her hips and pulled it down.

  She went to kick her heels off-

  “Keep them on,” I said, sliding the dress out from under her and throwing it over the desk chair beside us.

  When I looked back in the mirror, she was standing in her flesh colored underwear, staring at me like she was thirsty.

  I undid her strapless bra and it fell off onto the desk, revealing two beautiful breasts. Her nipples were darker than I imagined they’d be, and I felt a surge in my boxers as I looked forward to taking them into my mouth.

  She kept her eyes on me, watching in the mirror as I slid my hands up her stomach to cup her breasts.

  I pressed my swollen shaft between the cheeks of her ass and pinched her nipples between my fingers.

  She leaned against the desk and let her head fall back so it was resting on my shoulder.

  With one hand, I pulled her thong down around her thighs. Then I stuck my hand between them.

  I watched her chest rise with her breath as I laid my fingertips against her wet slit.

  My mouth watered.

  Her dark eyes begged me silently to circle her clit.

  So I did until her brow furrowed.

  Then I shoved two fingers inside her and watched her eyes flash in the mirror as she gasped.

  We watched each oth
er’s faces as I churned her insides. Mine stayed still, my jaw clenched in concentration as her desire dripped down my palm. Hers was open and vulnerable. I couldn’t believe how helpless she looked already.

  I wasn’t even inside her yet.

  “Ben,” she panted.

  My name in her mouth filled me with fire, and I plunged my fingers deeper, curling them towards her back until her legs began to shake.

  Her fingers crumbled so her hands were flat on the desk, and she slid one over to grip the side of it as I finger fucked her slowly, grinding my knuckles against her clit just enough to tease her.

  She raised her eyebrows in the mirror. “I’m gonna come,” she whispered, her breasts heaving.

  I froze. “Don’t you dare,” I said, slipping my fingers out of her and digging my hands into her hips as I pressed my dick against her ass.

  Her face was full of disappointment.

  “You’ll come when I’m ready,” I said. “And not a moment before.”

  She struggled to catch her breath, dropping her head towards the desk.

  I pulled my boxers off and let them fall around my ankles.

  She lifted her head again when she felt my naked dick on her ass.

  I knew it was too soon, but I desperately wanted to see the look in her eyes when I entered her from behind and now was the perfect opportunity.

  I grabbed my dick and laid it against her hot slit.

  Carrie pursed her lips.

  I stuck my head in.

  Her lips fell apart.

  I thrust a little further.

  “Fuck,” she breathed.

  She was so tight it was unreal. Even I couldn’t grip my dick that hard.

  “You’re so big,” she said.

  “Maybe too big,” I said, dying to sink all the way into her, but I was only halfway in and she already looked scared.

  “A little more,” she said.

  I swelled even more as I pushed in another two inches.

  Her eyes rolled back and her lashes fluttered as she exhaled.

  “Again?” I asked.

  She looked at me nervously. “I don’t know if I can.”

  “Do you want me to try?”

  She nodded.

  I thrust the rest of the way in and she cried out.

  I pulled back. It took all the self-control I had not to hit her deep again one more time- just to hear her make that sound. But somehow I pulled out.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, turning around and laying a hand on my chest as her panties dropped to the floor.

  “Don’t be,” I said. “We’ve got all night.”

  Chapter 15: Carrie

  I loved that he was bossing me around.

  Not just cause it was hot as hell, but because it meant I didn’t have time to overthink everything, which was great.

  Cause I didn’t want to think things over. I just wanted to be with this guy, wanted to be what he wanted, wanted to have a fucking fling after spending a long day basking in another couple’s happiness and pouring white wine down my throat.

  And I wanted him inside me again. I liked that he was so big it hurt a little, so big that when he was inside me all my energy was concentrated around him in a way that made me feel warm all over.

  But he was gentle, too, at the most surprising times, and I found his ability to control himself really attractive. I mean, if he’d wanted to fuck me against that desk, I wouldn’t have stopped him, but the fact that he actually gave a shit that it wouldn’t have been comfortable for me to take him that way was shocking.

  Shocking in a way that might’ve made me think this wasn’t just about sex for him.

  But of course, I wasn’t stopping to think.

  I leaned back against the desk, my breasts exposed between us.

  He cupped them with his hands and pressed up against me, his cock wet and warm against my stomach.

  “Now what?” I asked, staring into his blue eyes like they were the only thing that could keep me afloat.

  “Now I have a confession,” he said, his attention dropping to my lips.

  I grabbed the ends of his tie. “I’m listening.”

  “When I kissed you,” he said. “Outside the grocery store-”

  I raised my eyebrows. “Yeah?”

  He slid his hands around to my back. “No one was coming.”

  I furrowed my brow. “What do you mean?”

  “I kissed you because I wanted to.”

  I pulled his tie, bringing his face towards mine, and pressed my lips against his mouth, the coil inside me aching for his touch.

  He dropped his hands to my ass and picked me up.

  I wrapped my legs around him and put my hands along his jaw, twirling my tongue against his until the back of my eyelids was a field of wildflowers. And I kept kissing him, thinking that any second he was going to lay me on the bed and take me.

  But he didn’t.

  Instead, he pressed me up against the scalloped post at the end of the bed.

  I lowered my legs, reaching my feet to the floor and steadying myself in my heels as he kept me pinned to the post. A moment later, his hands were on mine, sliding them off his face and up over my head.

  “Don’t move,” he growled.

  I held the post with both hands and glanced in the mirror across the room where I could see myself standing naked in my heels at the corner of the bed.

  He slipped his tie from around his neck and reached over my head.

  I stared at him, feeling nervous and excited as he secured my hands to the cool, wooden post.

  He took off his shirt and threw it on the bed behind me. Then he stepped up to me until he was so close I could feel his breath on my lips. “Time for dessert,” he said, slipping his hand between my legs.

  My stomach flexed as he pushed his fingers inside me.

  He watched my face as it flinched with every thrust and twist of his hand, watched as the pleasure he was inflicting on me made my eyelids heavy.

  Then he sank down to his knees and grabbed my thighs with his hands, forcing them apart so he could lay his tongue against me.

  At first he just circled my clit until I felt hot all over, and I wondered if he could feel it buzzing, if it was burning his tongue.

  I pressed my back against the post so I wouldn’t twitch against his face as he licked me.

  Then he curled his tongue along my wet slit and I melted.

  He moaned as a burst of my pleasure hit his tongue, sending warm shivers up my spine.

  My head dropped to one side, my body growing weak as he drained the energy from me.

  I felt his hand pull on the back of my thigh and looked down just in time to watch him drape my leg over his shoulder. When he did it with the other leg, I could see my heels hanging down his back, and for a moment, I panicked, convinced his tie was going to give way.

  But it didn’t.

  On the contrary, he took my weight on his shoulders like it was nothing and kept eating me like he never needed to come up for air.

  With my feet off the floor, I was completely defenseless as Ben chose how deep to fuck me with his tongue, how greedily to drink from me. And I swear to god I felt like starlight all over.

  “I’m gonna come,” I whispered.

  He froze.

  “Never mind,” I said. “Don’t stop. I didn’t say anything.”

  He shrugged my thighs off his shoulders, looked up at me, and licked his lips.

  I couldn’t feel my legs.

  He stood up again and almost pressed his lips to mine. “Not till I say,” he said, reaching over me and pulling the knot loose with one swift movement.

  I fell against him, as unsteady on my feet as if I were using my legs for the first time.

  He caught me and held me up.

  I put a hand flat on his chest. “I think I have to sit down.” I went limp in his arms and sank to the floor, bringing him with me.

  I dug my fingers into the thick carpet and looked at him, wondering how
he could’ve made me feel so braindead just by flicking me with his tongue.

  He smiled, obviously pleased with himself.

  I let my eyes fall to his dick, which looked as hard as I felt soft.

  He caught me looking, his hands behind him on the floor.

  I swallowed.

  “It doesn’t bite,” he said, nodding towards it.

  “But do I?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

  He put his hand on his dick.

  I couldn’t look away.

  He stroked it, focusing on me with such intensity he might as well have been touching me. I was fascinated by how big it looked in his hand, how comfortable he looked handling himself that way.

  “You want to try?” he said, pulling his hand away.

  I crawled over to where he was sitting on the floor between the beds and straddled him. Then I wrapped both hands around him, feeling a surge under his skin as I tightened my grip.

  When I started stroking him, he kept his eyes on me.

  I couldn’t believe how solid he was and how badly I wanted to taste him.

  He furrowed his brow and reached forward, fondling one of my breasts as I dripped on the floor between his legs.

  I sped up the pace.

  He groaned and let his head fall back. “Fuck, Carrie.”

  I couldn’t believe how good it felt to make him feel that way, especially after he’d made me feel so defenseless every time he touched me.

  I scooted down between his legs and licked the head of his dick. It was a struggle to flatten my tongue enough to make every lick count, but I tried anyway before moving on to his shaft.

  Then I opened my mouth and took him in as far as I could, which wasn’t far, but with both hands still around him, I felt like I had him fairly well covered- and I didn’t hear him complaining.

  Once I’d stretched my jaw wide enough to take him in, I squeezed my hands as tight around him as I could and started bobbing my head.

  Suddenly, I felt him grab my hair in his fist and an unexpected fire tore through me, giving me a surge of energy I hadn’t expected. I began moving even faster, letting him pop against the back of my throat.

  A noise came from him then that was almost a growl, and I wondered what it would be like to drink him down, to have him thrust against the back of my throat so I’d have to choose between swallowing and breathing.