by Savannah May
And then she appears at his side and it looks as though his world is perfect. It’s only the rehearsal but tears prick at the back of my eyes and I just know I’m going to completely lose it tomorrow at the real thing.
I look up at Bolt, standing solid behind Steele and he gives me the most amazing smile. It’s not his usual cocky grin, or the flirtatious charming one that reels in every woman from nine to ninety. This one is filled with genuine warmth and imparts a feeling of support and collusion that tears at my heart and makes those butterflies lift off again. I may have wanted this before, not really ever knowing what it was until now.
Now I get why my sister is gazing up at the man she’s loved for all her life more or less. That sense of someone that’s just yours, all yours and only yours. That will always be there for you and have your back no matter what you do. I can tell Steele has a similar sense of that with Bolt. It’s not the same or as intense but there’s something between them too. It must be from being trained and working as a team. And I don't know what they went through, on tour in the middle east.
But Scherri mentioned that Steele experienced some traumatic events. I guess that blew past Bolt though because he’s a free-wheeling kind of guy and nothing seems to affect him. It kind of bothers me that he’ll walk away from our pretend relationship after the weekend and probably never think of me again. On to the next woman ready to drop and spread for him. While I’ll be stuck with the fall out explaining his disappearance. One that I’m starting to think is going to be pretty tough to get over.
And then it’s all done. The minister is a woman and she’s giving the couple her blessing and Scherri flies into Steele’s arms for a kiss and everyone’s laughing and heading for the bar. Bolt’s standing in the same spot he’s been in even though Steele’s moved away.
He’s staring at me and if I didn’t know him better than that, I’d almost think he was tearing up inside too. His face is full of emotion, the confident grin gone, his eyes misted over.
“That was lovely,” I murmur.
He takes my hand to wrap it through his arm and leads me through to where my family are congregated around the couple.
There’s a bit of a problem with the table seating, when it’s time to sit down to dinner. No one was expecting me to show up with a date and I forgot to rearrange the plan. Now he’s the best man, he should be sitting by Steele. Then Gracie says she wants to sit by him and there’s a chorus of shushes at her that make her pout.
In the end, my mother commandeers a shuffle around that puts him at the other end of the table from me and the bridal party. When Scherri realizes, she’s annoyed. My mother hisses at me, although everyone gets to hear it, that I need to take care of the table by the morning.
Bolt’s completely at ease, enjoying his dinner like he hasn't eaten in a week and chatting with my uncle and cousins – one just graduated and is flirting hard enough I can see it from here. But every time I look down there, seeking him out, his eyes are fixed on me.
Even at that distance, they bore straight down into me, making a shard of light hit my heart and continue direct to that point between my thighs that will not stop throbbing.
We’re just finishing up dessert and I look up and notice he’s gone from the table. So is my cousin. My eyes fly to the bar and he isn't there either. Neither is she. I excuse myself to go to the washroom. Heat rises in me, a mix of panic and disappointment and yes, anger. I should have known better.
I locate the passage for the bathrooms and storm down, determined to stand up for myself. I make it halfway then something grips my arm and I go flying backwards.
A door slams shut and I’m pressed in a tight dark room, enveloped in a pair of steel band arms flexing with muscular hold.
“What are you doing?” I laugh.
Relief washes through me. Bolts hands are wrapped around my waist, right under my breasts that swell suddenly with desire.
“Waiting for you,” he husks.
His head in the curve of my neck nips at my bare skin, one hand slides up to cup my breast and I let out a moan.
“You might have had a long wait in this broom closet.”
My eyes have adjusted to the light and I’m already tugging at his belt buckle. We grapple at each others clothes urgently. He kisses every part of me he can reach by bending forward in the tightly enclosed space.
“It would have been worth it,” his voice is almost a growl that sends sparks dashing at my pussy. “But now I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you now. I need to fuck you beauteous Bella.”
I want him right now too. My hunger to feel him buried inside me, the solid part of him that will force me to open up and take him in, is overwhelming. My breath mixes with his as we gasp at the air between nips and kisses. I get his belt undone. One hand works at his zipper. The other cups his rough chin, the shadow already growing in from this morning, and I tug his mouth onto mine.
He devours me like he hasn't just eaten and is ravenous. A taste of cream lingering on his lips makes me recall the previous night and my clit aches. His mouth sucks mine forcefully. Bolt doesn't just kiss, he fucks with his tongue as he probes and explores, delving into me with urgent need. His mouth over mine, he yanks down both sides of my shoulder strap, taking my dress and bra at the same time so my tits tumble free.
He presses the sides of the flesh together and up so he can take each one in turn into that devouring mouth. I throw my head back with a groan and my hands trail down his taut biceps, hot under the smooth white cotton sleeves. I reach down to finish with his zipper and discover that, of course, he’s commando.
And my god, his cock is even bigger than I pictured, velvet smooth under the thin skin that’s heated up from the solid core. He pinches my nipples with a groan as I take his wide girth in both palms and stroke firmly along the length.
“Oh god, that feels good, Baby,” he rasps in a smoky voice.
“Fuck me,” I demand of him in a throaty rasp.
“Oh I will. Hard and deeper than you can imagine.”
But before he pulls my long skirt up my thighs, the desperate desire to taste him in my lips overwhelms me and I palm his chest then dragslide all the way down to his solid thighs.
He flattens back into the shelves of products, his arms reaching for support as I wrap my mouth around his girth and lick across the salty tip.
16
Bolt
I emit various raw, animal sounds as Bella licks her way around my dick. She’s definitely a woman that relishes sucking a man, which I love. Another low growl escapes me as she laps at the underside and circles around the head, before sliding all the way down the length until the tip hits the back of her throat.
She holds me there, forcing me to groan out harder as she flexes her windpipe around my tip and almost has me exploding into her right there and then.
“Jeez-us,” I growl out, extending the word as my hands wrap the back of her head, threading into her silken hair.
I don’t have to hold her head down on my length, her throat tightens and I feel her swallow her gag reflex which makes me almost blow my load again.
I release her head. I don't wanna come already. She slides up the length of me, trailing her tongue firmly along the underside, sending shivers to my balls. Then she licks her way around my root and back to the boys where she loops one into her mouth and rolls the inner sac around on her tongue. Like she’s sucking on a candyball, taking me right to the fucking edge. Right as I’m gripping her head to stop myself losing it, she releases the nut and with a flick of her tongue, fishes up the other one and rolls that around like mouthwash.
I knock the back of my skull hard against the metal shelving. She’s about to drive me insane and I need to be buried inside her more than I need to live because I can’t hold back another second.
I reach for her, not wanting to drag her up by the hair as she resists my tug. She clamps her hands around my root and her hot wet mouth glides down me with just the right amount
of pressure.
“Baby, wait,” I grit, trying to hold back but she won’t listen.
With a few clever thrusts of her mouth, the strength gushes out of my thighs, then my swollen balls pull back up and explode.
She swallows every last drop of me down like a good girl then glides up my shaft slowly, taking any excess along with her tongue. She comes up as I lift her, licking her lips with a satisfied cat smile.
“Jesus Baby, I wanted to come inside you,” I grunt, my legs are still quaking and I tug her into my hold.
She lies there against my chest and I wish we were lying in bed instead of locked in a gloomy broom closet.
“We’ve got time for that later when you can throw me around more easily. There’s not even space for me to spread my legs in here.”
“Smutty mouth,” I say. “I like it.”
“I couldn't wait to reciprocate the other night any longer. You had a taste of me and I was missing out.”
“You’re incredible,” I tell her and stroke along a tress of hair.
She goes to move but I tighten my grip to keep her there, nustled into my chest with my arms encasing her. I could stay like this all night.
“He shouldn't be here and you know it,” A sharp voice I instantly recognize as belonging to Lyndsey, Bella’s mother is inches away. But on the other side of the door, thank fuck.
“...so happy to have someone. Please just let it go.”
Bella freezes then pushes back off me to search my face.
“That’s Scherri and mom,” she mouths.
I lift a finger to her mouth, keeping her quiet. We don't want to be discovered in here although maybe it would be better because I’m concerned about what Lyndsey knows.
“I don’t think it’s right,” she snarls.
I can picture her face curled up in bitterness and I’m certain this is about me.
“They’re talking about me,” Bella hisses.
I shake my head no. I’m glad she didn’t hear the first word Scherri said but I’m sure it was a ‘he’ not a ‘she’. Scherri only wants me here for Steele, not for Bella.
“They’ve gone.” I breathe again.
“What was that about?”
“Nothing. I’ll tell you later.”
I mean I’m going to tell her what I have planned. But then it dawns on me that I should tell her the other stuff too. She deserves to know everything. But what if it turns her off me. And why am I worrying about that when she’ll be going back to regular life in two days. A life without a fiance. Or me.
A loud noise pings around my thighs, surprising me.
Bella laughs at my confusion. The way I’m looking all around like I’m expecting to see a wild animal down there. Yeah, there’s only one of those and it’s at bay temporarily. But the pinging sound occurs again, reverberating on my thigh.
“I thought you said you didn't have a phone,” she says, still smiling ironically at me, like I’m an incorrigible scoundrel.
“Huh?’ Oh right, it’s the phone in my pants pocket making a weird noise.
“First time we ever met – you told me you don’t have a phone,” Bella says, getting that detective voice all women rock. “Was that your excuse to not get my number?”
“Course not,” I say.
“It’s no use pretending you don't – there it goes again – someone wants you bad.”
“You I hope.” I reach into my pocket for the thing.
She looks at me, not caving in to the distraction. Her eyes are twinkling at me. I doubt she could ever get pissed at me although that’s got to be a fantasy dream, right?
“I didn't have one then” I say. That’s true.“I got this right after though. So I wouldn't miss getting a girl like you’s number ever again.”
She gives me the ‘I don't fall for BS face as she hikes up her clothes and settles her incredible tits back into their white lace cups. My cock starts to twitch, ready again to claim her. Nothing will be enough until I’m drilled all the way inside her tight pussy. Feeling her tunnel walls tug around me as she claws across my back and gasps out my name.
“Serious. I can show you the contract – I get billed every 4th of the month. We met the 2nd.”
“You remember that so exactly?” she mewls.
“Yeah actually, I remember it well.”
“You liar,” she shakes her head like no way she’s fallen but I can tell she’s pleased.
She tugs the door back and we exit quickly.
Once we’re standing back at the bar, Bella looks around on her family all together for this shindig. I’m still fiddling with the phone, trying to get a plan together. I’m not used to this texting shit and that’s enough of a challenge in itself. She’s eyeing me and I get the idea she thinks I’m dealing with other women.
Suddenly Bella yanks my arm and hauls me to a space by the window at the end of the bar.
“Dance with me,” she commands.
I’m about to say I don’t dance but her eyes are filled with intent and I follow her line of sight to where her father is heading straight for us. Or me.
No one else is dancing but there’s a smoochy tune coming over the speakers. I’ll do anything to get her in my arms, pressed into my body. I pull her into me and her fantastic curves line the hard ridges climbing my torso. I haven't danced with a woman like this – I don't even know – maybe not since I took a girl to the fucking prom over a decade ago. And I don’t recall it feeling this damn good.
Bella fits into my body like she fits into my mind.
And soul.
No not that, I can’t think like that. This is a role, it’s not for real.
“Thanks for rescuing me,” I whisper into her hair, inhaling the fresh floral scent. Everything about her is so soft and feminine but she’s also a little firecracker.
“I didn't think you should be subjected to the ‘what are your intentions’ drill.” she says, looking up at me.
There’s a look in her eyes.
Shit.
“I don’t think your old man would have appreciated how filthy they are when it comes to you,” I quip, heading off that doe-eyed gaze.
Shit, was this a mistake?
My dick, unraveling in my tight pants doesn't appear to think so. And the rest of my body finds this entire thing pretty damn sweet. Only my crazy head gets in the way of just enjoying the moment. Is that what we’re doing? I thought we were, but the way Bella was looking at me.
The way all the family are looking at us, now I take a glance around the sidelines. In the absence of the real bride and groom, who have already left for an early night, they’re using us as stand ins for their happy-ever-after needs.
Bella settles herself into my arms. Making herself more comfortable with a sigh of pleasure breathing into my chest through the cotton shirt. Without my permission, my hand reaches to cup her head with actual tenderness, my other arm scoops around her waist, drawing her in even closer if that’s remotely possible.
Holy crap, what the fuck am I doing?
17
Bella
“Let’s walk back,” I say, slipping my hand into his as we exit the restaurant.
Bolt came to the dinner with Steele who left long ago with my sister. I came in my Dad’s car, the very person I’ve worked all evening to shield Bolt from. It’s been a long day and I’m tired.
I take my heels off and Bolt takes them from my hand to carry them for me.
The night is very still and warm, or maybe that’s merely the tension closing in around us. I want him so much, the lining of my skin feels like it’s stretching. The hooks ups we’ve had so far don’t feel real. It’s probably silly to say this but it’s not real sex until he’s inside my body. Buried deep, sawing in and out so every nerve in that secret channel separates and vibrates with pleasure.
Only then is he really mine.
But it’s crazy too because tomorrow is it. One fun day of togetherness and then he’ll be gone. We’ll both be gone. Me back to LA, him
to – wherever.
“I don’t even know where you live,” I say quietly.
I’m loathe to bust into the moment of walking along after a party, hand in hand with a perfect man, Secure in the knowledge I'm soon going to be in bed with him. His body covering mine and that first time, the first time someone new slides inside you, piercing your intimacy, taking you as his.
“Nowhere permanent,” he murmurs.
It seems he doesn't feel like talking, but his hand tightens slightly around mine. He squeezes enough to let me know he’s right here with me. We’re here together as one.
But his response plays in my head.
What does that mean?
That where he’s living isn't a permanent base, somewhere he can move on from at any moment. Or that he is actually homeless?
“You live on the back of a Harley?” I joke, lightly. Softly.
“Yeah.”
“Oh.”
That isn't actually possible but if I probe further that will be – pushing in too deep.
“Actually I need to retrieve her, do you mind a quick detour then I’ll take you home on my charger.”
I’m about to say I've never been on the back of a bike, even though that sounds silly. But his phone makes a racket and he reaches for it.
“You’re checking your FaceBook?”
I can’t believe he’d disengage from me for that. I thought he didn’t even do the networking shit. Maybe I’m not seeing the real man here. Maybe he’s got thousands of ‘friends’ to keep connected to. That sense of disgruntlement you get when you feel let down in disappointment wraps around me and I can’t stop myself from pouting.
He’s now too busy typing with one finger on the keyboard – yeah a keyboard not a touch screen – the kind I see for cheap at the swap meets I go to on weekends.
We walk on a few blocks as he continues talking to someone online and I continue to get steamed up. I don't have the right to tell him to stop. He’s not my man, just some rando guy in town for the weekend.