Page 36 of For Pucking Keeps

“Sorry. I saw Mace and froze a bit. I didn’t see Shaun though.” Jaz blows out a breath but doesn’t sit down. “I knew they would be here. I mentally prepared for it, but I’m clearly affected by the sight of him. I’m going to go find a restroom. I’ll be back.” She moves to leave, needing an out. I won’t let her run. They don’t get to see her run. I wrap my hand around her wrist, stopping her from giving them something to talk about. I haven’t even met Shaun, but I have a feeling him being here is purposeful.

“I’m coming with you,” I insist, giving her no room to argue as I take the lead, pulling her behind me.

JAZ

“Tor, I’m fine. I promise.” I keep my eyes trained on his back as he leads me out of the ballroom. All night I’ve intentionally kept my eyes from roaming around the room for this very reason. Julia told me Shaun and Mace would be as far away from me as possible. Technically they should have been sitting at the table with us considering Shaun is still on the editorial team at Wells Publishing. But Julia, bestie first, publisher second, must have pulled some strings to get him placed in the back along with Mace.

“I’m sorry, Supernova, but I’m not buying it one bit. You are not fine,” he replies as he pushes a side door open and ushers me out of the room. We enter a hallway, turning left toward what I can only assume is the kitchen. Tor walks with purpose as we pass catering staff rushing around with trays of drinks and desserts of chocolate tarts and cheesecake.

“Tor, I think I saw a sign for the restrooms back there.” I look back over my shoulder, noticing the golden signs giving directions. I assume he’s searching for the restrooms, but I just used it as a means of escape. It seems Tor picked up on my anxiety and chose to come with me. This man. He knows what I need, when I need it and I feel so underserving.

“Baby, I know what you need, and it’s not the restroom,” he says, stopping abruptly. I’m so lost in my thoughts I almost run into his back.

“What—” Tor turns swiftly as my momentum carries me forward. Before I can stumble in my heels, his arms wrap around my waist, and I am yanked into a little alcove. My back hits the wall and he immediately crowds my space. Pushing his body into mine he leansin, shielding me from people rushing by. I’m suddenly very aware of how exposed we are as Tor’s nose skims my neck and he takes a deep inhale of my perfume. Holy shit.

“You smell so fucking good, Alexis,” he whispers so only my ears can hear. I shiver, anticipation of what he will do to me sends my heart rate skyrocketing in my chest. It’s beating so hard, I know he can feel it with how close we are. His tongue darts out and he licks a long path up my neck, then hums in pleasure.

“You taste absolutely divine, Supernova.” Then he kisses me. Tor’s kisses are all consuming as he pours his feels and emotions into it. I can’t breathe from the headiness of it. To be loved and cherished, respected and praised in equal measure. The feeling once so foreign feels like it’s mine by right, because this man has deemed it so.

“Tor, I— Oh God.” My attempt at finally saying those three little words are cut off as his hand slides up the slit of my dress and underneath my shapewear. Finding my panties, he yanks, but there’s resistance as he tries to rip them off. Not letting my undergarments get in the way he drops to his knees before me. Tor’s hands slide up my thighs as he pushes the split to the side, reaches up, hooks his finger into my panties and pulls them down. The sight of him on his knees sends a thrill through me as voicescan be heard. All it will take is for someone to stop and ask Tor if he needs anything and they will see exactly what we are doing. That thought alone has me gushing, dripping wet, and I know he can feel it.

With my panties removed, I watch as he slips them in his tux pants with one hand while his other dips into my wetness with a groan of his own. “Damn it, Alexis, what am I going to do with you?” He tsks, then stands, leaning back, his eyes widening as my heavy-lidded eyes practically plead for more. “My-my-my, you are loving this, aren’t you?” he asks, and I nod fervently. Hell yes, yes I am, and I want more.

“Yes, please Tor.” I know exactly what I need and want. In my wildest dreams I would never have felt confident enough to ask for this months ago, but when you find the right person. . .nothing else matters.

I moan as his finger slowly circles my clit making me squirm as he holds me to the wall by my pussy. “Tell me what you want from me, Alexis. Tell your man what you need from him.” He pauses, my groan of frustration makes him smile as he pecks my lips softly. I lean into him chasing his lips, but he slides two fingers inside of me and all movement ceases.

“Tell me,” he commands, lifting his brows, making it clear that all this will stop if I don’t open my mouth.

“Fuck me, make me cum, remind me who I belong to.”

Tor hisses a curse under his breath and begins to finger fuck me whilst playing my clit masterfully. He doesn’t go easy on me, pumping his fingers hard, making me keen and mewl, the sound muted as I press my head into his shoulder.

“That’s right, I’m the only one who needs to hear your cries of pleasure,” he says, pressing down on my clit so hard, my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Oh God, Tor. Oh. . . Oh. . . Fuck!” I try to keep my voice down but my curse echoes around the alcove we’re in.

“Cum for me, Supernova. Give it to me, now.” Tor curves his fingers inside of me hitting my G-spot, and that’s all it takes. I come undone for him. Biting down on his lapel, not caring if I damage the satin, just needing somewhere for my screams to go. I shudder and shake against the wall as he continues to work me over until I finally catch my breath.

“Such a good girl, my little exhibitionist,” Tor taunts as he pulls out of me and brings his fingers to his lips, and fuck me if it doesn’t excite me every time he licks them clean. “Now, I’m going to fuck you, right here against this wall, and you are going to continue to be my good girl and take it. Then we are going to walk back into that gala hand in hand, with my cum dripping from your very used pussy. You’re goingto hold your head up high and let that ex of yours see satisfaction on your face. Do you understand?”

Each time I think I’ve grasped the entire spectrum of Torrance Bailey, he blindsides me with so much more. I nod my head as the sound of his belt buckle has my eyes travelling south.

“I need words, baby. You’re so good with words, Alexis, use them.” He snaps my attention back up to him. When his zipper threatens to distract me further, my brain comes back online and my mouth moves automatically.

“Yes. I understand.” Is all I manage to get out as Tor pushes the split out of the way and hikes my leg up, scooping it over his arm and thrusts inside of me so fast I don’t get a chance to react. His mouth is on mine, his body pressed so close I don’t know where I begin and he ends. Tor fucks me hard and fast, pounding into me with punishing strokes. He swallows my cries and moans, licking his way into my mouth and sucking on my tongue. I’m so overwhelmed, tears prick my eyes and I can only imagine what my make up will look like after this. But none of it matters, just this, just him.

We both cum together in minutes, clinging to each other until Tor eventually pulls out of me and helps me clean up with my panties. On the way back to the gala, some of the catering staff shoot us knowing glances. I should feel embarrassed. Tor clearly isn’t, as he confidently walks us back down the hallway like we just went for a midnight stroll. I search for my shyness, for my need to run away from the situation, but the sensation doesn’t come. Progress.

Tor holds my hand in his, stopping at a restroom for me to fix my make up. When I return, he’s there, taking my hand and guiding me through the same side door we exited. I’m not sure how long we’ve been gone but everyone in the room is up and moving around. When I spot Julia talking to an author I know she wants to sign, I steer us towards her. I love talking my girl up to other authors, my bestie is damn good at her job and looks after every author in her care.

We are just within reach when Tor stops short. When I look around him to see why, I freeze. Shaun and Mace block our path between two empty tables. Nothing has changed about either of them. Mace at least has a look of remorse on his handsome baby face. His light brown skin flushes red as he looks away from me to the floor. Shaun holds his hand out to Tor. Tor releases my hand but keeps me behind him as he towers over Shaun and gives him a once-over. He shifts and does the same to Mace, then turns back to Shaun.

“Do I know you?” Tor asks, giving Shaun a firm shake then shoves his hand into the pocket, the one with my discarded underwear in and smirks. This is the Tor the world sees, the no nonsense hockey player, closed off and emotionless. I have a feeling he knows exactly who they are, he just wants them to say it out loud. Shaun looks absolutely delighted, like he’s Tor’s biggest fan. He’s grown a goatee since the last time I saw him, and a little muscle. His tuxedo matches Mace’s, both rocking a red pocket square, their shoes shine in the soft glowing light above us. Why does Shaun suddenly remind me of a black Bond villain? Menacing, eyes gleaming as if he knows a secret as he eyes me over Tor’s shoulder.

“Alexis, oh wait.” He snaps his fingers. “I’m sorry, Jaz. You don’t use your actual name anymore now, do you.”

Tor bristles, clearly annoyed that Shaun tried to ignore his question. “You don’t open your mouth to speak to her until you tell me who the fuck you are.”

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