“Well,” she begins, out of breath, “dinner is over. The cake’s been served. The crowd is thinning. It’s been just over four hours since the ceremony—”
“Four hours?” I lift my head and meet her eyes.
She nods.
I take her hand and we join Lana and Mylan, who gave up on fast dancing and they’re now slowly swaying to an old-school hip-hop song that I recognize but can’t remember the name of.
“We’re leaving,” I say and pull Rebecca up beside me so she can say goodnight to them.
I don’t miss the wink from Lana and the blush across Rebecca’s cheeks that follows. Mylan gives me a knowing smirk.
Seriously? What's wrong with them? Why are they making such a big deal about this? We’re just going to go fuck.
I roll my eyes at these two assholes and drag Rebecca behind me as I search the room. Gram and Pa left a while ago. The only people we need to find are the newlyweds. I spot them standing in a corner with Bruno’s parents.
“We’re leaving,” I say the same time Rebecca says, “the wedding was beautiful.”
“Yes, it was. Congratulations,” I add, trying not to sound too eager.
Rebecca and Ginger hug. Bruno and I bump fists, then we switch, and Rebecca hugs Bruno and I hug Ginger.
“Don’t fuck this up, Boliver,” Ginger whispers in my ear before releasing me.
I smile nervously at Ginger’s threat. The two women didn’t always like each other. I don't know exactly why, only that it had something to do with turning Tyler’s Team into a movie. Now they’re friends, and Ginger will totally kick my ass if I break Rebecca’s heart.
I weave my fingers with Rebecca's and lead us out of the banquet hall. It's late, nearing midnight, so the only people around are the ones stumbling around the lobby after hitting up the bar, people taking advantage of a night swim in the pool, or those leaving another wedding reception being held on the property.
We reach the lobby and I press the up button. The elevator in the middle opens seconds later and I hurry us in, smashing the button for our floor, then desperately pressing ‘close doors’ to make sure no one else joins us. The moment the doors shut, and we’re alone, I swing Rebecca around and press her up against the elevator wall.
I cup her face in my hands and my lips descend on hers, rough and appreciative. She whimpers and parts her mouth, letting my tongue in to stroke hers. The wine on her breath is sweet and makes me hunger for more of her taste.
We make out until we’re almost to our floor. I end the kiss by sucking on her bottom lip until she whimpers for me once more.
“That’s what I wanted to do two nights ago.”
“I would have let you,” she whispers.
The doors ding open.
I brush my thumb over her cheek, making her eyes flutter. Then I interlace my fingers with hers and we exit the elevator.
Inside the suite, my heart begins racing. I’ve never been so nervous about fucking. Don’t get me wrong, I know what I'm doing. I know my way around a woman’s body, but this is the first time I want to be touched, to be looked at, to be wanted.
Rebecca stops at the table next to the kitchen area and starts taking off jewelry I didn’t even realize she was wearing: a necklace, bracelet, and a ring. Next, she slips her feet out of her sandals.
“Rebecca,” I say, my voice deep and full of lust. “Stop stripping. I want to be the one to peel you out of that dress.”
She takes a predatory step towards me, and my already frantic heart nearly explodes. I’m not used to women being so dominant with me. I always have control over what I let a woman do to my body. I sleep with women who don’t want a commitment, who will fuck me and forget me. Women I meet who will do anything I say, submit to me in the bedroom, just because of who I am.
I know that sounds bad, but I never... ever took advantage of that. I’m transparent in what I want, which is always one night.
“Begging, Jensen?”
“Yes. Do you want me on my knees?”
The way her pupils dilate tells me yes, she does.
“I’ll make you a deal,” Rebecca says, low and sultry. She places her cold palms on my chest. “I’ll let you undress me if you let me suck your cock.”