by Lucy Gage
I sighed and figured he was right. I was acting like a child when in reality I was so much more mature than that.
“Look, obviously I’m attracted to you but that doesn’t mean that what just happened should happen. I wish you would accept that and stop putting me in a position to feel even worse about the fact that all I can do is think about you being inside me.”
“I’m sorry. I never meant to make you feel bad. In fact, my only goal was to make you feel really good.” He smirked and I felt myself following suit.
“Oh, trust me, you have nothing to worry about in that department.” My eyes drifted down to his dick and I felt arousal creeping up in me again.
“So, what’s the problem? Why can’t two people enjoy physical pleasure together?”
“Let’s see… first of all, you’re my son’s best friend.”
“Okay, I guess I can see how that might be weird for you.”
Finally, we were getting somewhere.
“Second of all, you’ve made my best friend and God only knows how many other women I know come.” That made me pause, another thought springing to mind. “How many women do you actually see in a day at work?”
He shrugged. “Six? Seven? What does that matter?”
“It matters because I could never be involved with someone who pleases women for a living,” I explained. I hadn’t been into sharing my husband, and I wasn’t about to be into sharing a… boyfriend?
“Look, Rebecca. I’m not talking about a relationship. I’m talking about two people hanging out and having fun together.” He held up his hands in surrender and a mortified look crossed my face.
I was so, so stupid.
“Oh God. I haven’t had to worry about this shit since college.” I slapped my hand to my forehead. “Of course sex is more liberal these days.”
“I didn’t mean to offend you,” he hurried when he saw my embarrassment. “It’s just that I’m not looking for a relationship.”
Especially with his best friend’s mom went unspoken. It bruised my ego a little after how good he made me feel, but it was no less honest than my not wanting to be involved with my son’s friend.
“I’m not offended. But this conversation alone proves that there are so many reasons why we shouldn’t be hooking up.”
“Maybe you’re right.” He shrugged and walked to where our clothes were in a pile on the floor. He handed me my robe and tugged on his jeans before turning towards me with a cheeky grin. “If you ever change your mind though, you know where to find me.”
I laughed and ran my hand through my hair to untangle it from where he had gripped it during sex. “I’ll remember that.”
Sounds of laughter and the distinct sound of the door lock clicking had panic rising up in me.
“Shit,” William cursed, stuffing his arms in his t-shirt and pulling it over his head.
“Oh God. You have to hide.” I started pushing him toward the open bedroom door.
“Wait. My shoes.”
Our heads swung in unison as the door started opening.
“Go. I got them.”
I ran to the corner and snatched his sneakers, making a beeline for the bedroom just as Ruby and her bridesmaids poured into the room.
“Hi girls,” I called out. My arm behind my back. “Just jumping in the shower quick before I head downstairs.”
“Are you sure you have time for that?” Ruby’s eyes darted from the wall clock and then back to me with panic.
“I’ll be quick,” I assured her and then shut the bedroom door, locking it behind me. I turned to where William crouched on the side of the bed and hissed, “That isn’t a good hiding spot. Quick… out the window.”
“You’re kidding me, right?” We were on the tenth floor, but you could see the fire escape outside.
Thank God for old hotels, I thought wryly.
“It’s either that or be late to the wedding. The girls are planning on getting dressed here before taking the car service to church.”
“Shit,” he mumbled, tugging his shoes on. Opening the window, he climbed out onto the escape. He turned back and planted a quick kiss to my lips when I moved to shut it behind him. “Just in case.”
I couldn’t help but smile as he winked and started down the stairs.
Shaking my head, I put thoughts of William out of my head. I had a wedding to get ready for.
“The wedding was beautiful,” Suzie murmured as she joined me with a fresh flute of champagne.
“I know.” I smiled at her before turning my attention back to the dance floor where Simon and Ruby were swaying to a bluesy tune, completely entwined in one another.
“And you look amazing.” She gestured to my blush colored A-line chiffon dress. With its lace appliques on my breasts and cap sleeves, it showed off the girls, making me look twenty years younger.
“Thank you.”
“Any new dirty interludes with the best man you’d like to share with me?” Suzie asked with a waggle of her eyebrows, causing me to choke on the sip of liquid in my mouth.
“No,” I managed through a cough. “I told you, we both decided it would be best to leave things alone after we you know in the hotel room.”
“Oh I know. I’m just surprised he hasn’t taken one look at you in that dress and bent you over the nearest surface.” She fanned herself a little and gave me a dreamy look. “God, his hands are magical. I can only imagine how amazing his dick would be.”
I clamped my jaw shut in an effort to keep myself from informing her she was never going to find out. I had no claims over William. If he wanted to screw anyone—Suzie included—it was none of my business. Even if the very prospect of it felt like a knife twisting in my gut.
Before Suzie could wax poetic about William’s prowess any further, the song ended and I was called to the dance floor for the mother-son dance. Taking Simon’s hand in mine, I rested my other on his shoulder and smiled as we swayed.
“I’m so proud of you.” Tears pricked the back of my eyes when he leaned over and placed a kiss on my cheek.
“You already said that, Mom.”
“I know, but it bears repeating. You’ve done well for yourself. I love Ruby and how happy she makes you.”
“When are you going to find happiness?” He asked after studying me with an intense scrutiny.
“What are you talking about? I’m perfectly happy.” My smile felt forced and I hoped he wouldn’t push the issue. This was neither the time nor the place.
“Mom,” he chastised. “Even when you were with Dad, I don’t think you were truly happy.”
All I could do was shrug. He had me there.
“You deserve someone who’s going to worship you and make you feel like you’re the most important person in the room—like Ruby does for me. Someone who will be able to push you out of your comfort zone because you know it’s safe in their arms. Someone who is going to make you smile and laugh and who sets your blood on fire.”
I already have.
The unbidden thought made my steps falter. My eyes darted over Simon’s shoulder and locked with William’s. The intensity in his stare made me suck in a breath.
“Just think about what I said,” Simon continued, oblivious to the emotional turmoil I was finding myself catapulted into it.
“I will,” I croaked out, forcing my gaze from William.
“Good.” Simon kissed my cheek and then spun me around.
For the next two minutes, we twirled around the floor and I began to feel more lighthearted with each pass. All thoughts of Ted and Morgan, and sex with William left my head. I was in the moment and completely content.
When the song ended, Simon dipped me to a chorus of oohs and ahhs. I gave him a hug and kiss before handing him back over to his bride.
My eyes searched the immediate crowd for William, my curiosity over the way he was watching me overriding common sense. When I didn’t immediately see him, my feet moved of the
ir own accord to find him.
After my second trip around the reception ballroom, I was about to give up. Deciding it was probably best we didn’t run into one another, I went to powder my nose. Twenty feet from the bathroom, I heard murmurings in a small alcove to my right. Not wanting to be nosy, I sped up to avoid interrupting whatever was going on. But I was unable to help myself, so I turned my head at the last second and froze with what I saw.
William was pressed to the wall. A blonde—no wait—Morgan, my ex’s fiancée, was sucking on his neck.
Heat washed over me. It had nothing to do with being turned on and everything to do with my need to hurt and maim the tramp skating her hands down William’s chest in search of his greatest treasure.
How the hell can this be happening to me again?
With a growl of frustration, I stalked away and into the first open room I could find. I paced around the coatroom in frustration. Everything in me wanted to stomp back down the hall and stake my claim—slapping the bitch in the face and leading William away by his dick. I couldn’t do any of that, though. He wasn’t mine to claim and surely creating a scene would ruin Simon’s day.
What did he see in that tramp anyway? She may have perky tits, but she was vapid and ugly on the inside.
Such a sweet pussy.
His compliment from earlier in the day echoed through my raging thoughts.
There was no way I could let her take something from me again. William belonged buried deep inside me… not her.
The thought barely took hold when I saw him walk by, adjusting his tie. Spurring into action, I raced to the door and gripped the back of his jacket, pulling him into the coatroom with me.
Shutting the door behind us, I pushed him against the wall and pressed my mouth to his—cutting off his muttered protest. Jealousy had me desperate—desperate to have him inside me.
My hands urgently roamed over his body, pushing his jacket off his shoulders before honing in on his fly. Once he realized my mission, his became as urgent, cupping my breasts and anywhere else he could find purchase.
In no time flat, I had his hard cock free and was dropping to my knees. Closing my mouth around the tip, I flicked my tongue over the sensitive skin before taking him fully into my mouth. My throat worked to take his full length while my hand rolled his balls gently.
“Naughty Mrs. Robertson,” he gasped.
I hummed around his length in response and proceeded to worship him the way I imagined since our first interlude. His heavy breaths mixed with guttural groans spurred me on.
Between my legs, I was wet and achy. With my need increasing exponentially, I used my free hand to shimmy my dress up to my waist. Wanting relief, I slipped my hand under my thong and sank my fingers inside.
“Fuck that’s hot,” William murmured when he saw I was getting myself off at the same time I got him off. His hands gingerly rested on my hair, the pads of his fingers digging into my scalp.
I pulled his dick from my mouth and warned, “Don’t mess up the hair.”
“For as gorgeous as you are on your knees, I’d much rather be inside you.”
He pulled me up by my arms and his mouth crashed to mine. Our tongues tangled as he herded me deeper into the room. My back hit the wall at the same time his hands snapped the fabric of my thong. His finger wasted no time dipping into my folds before spearing me.
I gripped his forearm, urging him on at the same time my hand began pumping furiously on his cock.
I couldn’t get enough of him. He was the oxygen to my fire. And I couldn’t care less if I went down in a blazing inferno.
“I need you,” he muttered against my mouth.
“Me too,” I replied, well past hiding what this man did to me.
“Good,” he whispered a second before his hand left me only to wrap around my leg and hoist it over his hip. My eyes clenched tight at the amazingness I knew was about to happen. His tip poised at my entrance and he demanded, “Look at me.”
The moment our eyes locked, he slammed into me. I gripped the closet rod above my head for dear life as he pounded into me. My breaths being ripped from my body with each blow.
It had always been amazing between us, but this was wild and out of control. It set the bar extremely high for any future fucking. And I had no doubt there was going to be more. Many more.
I had to be honest with myself and admit that there was no way I could walk away from William and the way he made me feel. It was addicting and I needed as many hits as I could get. The rest I’d worry about later.
“You feel so good.” Each of my words was punctuated with a gasp as he thrust into me. The sound of skin on skin filled the air, fueling our passion.
“You.” Thrust. “Too.” Thrust.
Wanting more, I took my recent yoga classes into use and pulled my leg out from his body, extending it up to his shoulder. My muscles strained but the change in position had him going even deeper.
His silky smooth hands ran up and down my calf. His eyes were hooded and filled with all the lust I knew he could see mirrored in mine.
It was phenomenal.
When his rhythm faltered, I knew he wouldn’t last long. He would never leave me wanting, but I needed us to go over the edge together.
Snaking my hand between us, I circled the taut bundle of nerves. My pussy clenched in preparation of my orgasm, making my head fall back and hit the wall.
“Oh God,” I breathed.
“Fuck,” he cursed. His eyes locked to where I was rubbing at a quick pace.
“I’m coming,” I whisper shouted. My back bowed and my head dropped as it hit. Wave after wave of delicious pleasure started at my core and shot out to all my limbs. My leg dropped and I gripped William’s shoulders for dear life.
Deep inside me, his cock throbbed and he shouted as he came hard. I could feel each twitch as he bathed me with his cum.
He slumped into me, his breaths heavy pants on my neck as he pressed me deeper into the wall. His body twitched in aftershocks and he growled in my ear when I tightened around his length.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he mumbled and then pressed soft kisses along my skin. “That move… holy shit. That was beyond amazing.”
I giggled, feeling light and carefree.
“I love that sound.” He pulled back and gave me a wet, opened mouth kiss. I sank into his embrace and allowed myself a few more minutes of being with this exceptional man.
“We should probably get back.” I hated being the one that brought our time together to an end, but it was my son’s wedding, after all.
William nodded and slowly pulled out of my body. I instantly missed the feel of him.
We both righted ourselves in silence. I was slipping my shoes back on when he finally spoke.
“Not that I don’t love being jumped, but I have to ask what brought that on.”
“I saw you with Morgan and I might have seen red.” I ducked my head to try and hide my embarrassment from him.
“God, Morgan. She’s quite the slut. Basically cornered me and tried to have her way with me.” He shuddered and I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
He crossed the distance to me and cupped my cheek. “You had nothing to worry about. She does nothing for me. I seem to have a thing for hot older women who wear dresses that should be illegal.”
“What are we doing?” I asked intrepidly.
“Whatever we want.” He pushed my hair behind my ear and let his fingertips trail down my neck. “What do you want, Rebecca?”
“I want more.” My stomach dipped on the admission and the fact that I was putting myself out there with the potential for getting laughed at.
“Then you’ll have more.” He pressed a kiss to my lips and I just about melted at how sweet he was. “Shall we?”
I shook my head when he held his hand out to me, but quickly explained when he frowned. “It probably wouldn’t be wise for us to go out togeth
er.”
He nodded and walked to the door. With his hand on the handle, he gave me an endearing grin. And then he was gone.
I took several deep breaths to calm my riotous emotions and double-checked myself before making a beeline for the bathroom.
When I rejoined the party, thankfully no one had realized I was gone. Stopping at the bar, I ordered another flute of champagne. Flute in hand, I turned toward the room, my back resting against the wood of the bar. My body was loose and fluid after coming hard and I hadn’t a care in the world.
Maybe Suzie had been on to something after all.
I smiled when I saw William heading towards the bar. He stood next to me and flagged the bartender down.
“Whiskey neat,” he ordered.
The heat of his body next to mine had my face flushing. The memory of our time in the coatroom was still very fresh on my mind.
The bartender placed his glass on the bar and in my periphery I saw him pick it up and hold it out to me. “Here’s to you, Mrs. Robertson,” he murmured.
I smiled and whispered cheers before clinking my glass against his and taking a sip.
Here’s to me indeed.
“Welcome to A Golden Touch Spa.” The Polynesian woman I now knew as Catherine greeted me when I arrived the reception desk.
“Thank you. I have an eleven-thirty appointment with Dylan.” The corners of my mouth curled into a knowing grin as she clicked on her keyboard. It had been just over a year since William and I had begun our tryst. Our secret rendezvous at the spa or occasionally in my bed were the highlight of most of my weeks.
“Oh yes, Ms. Hayes. If you want to wait in the lounge, Marguerite will see you to your room shortly.”
With a nod of my head, I walked down the hall and sank into a plush leather chair. I was already wet and aching as my body thrummed in anticipation.
Shortly after the wedding, Simon and Ruby moved two hours away for a job promotion. I missed them terribly and jumped at the opportunity to spend the last two weeks at their home, doting on my new granddaughter.
While I was over-the-moon happy to have had that bonding time, I was in desperate need of William to work my body much the same way a guitarist would lovingly play their instrument.