Page 27 of Crave Me

“I can’t get enough of you. Goddamn it, Blaire. You’re fucking perfect. Why do you have to be so fucking perfect?” His words go straight to my throbbing clit as I moan out my appreciation. He alternates between each of my nipples, sucking and lapping at me while his hips keep their brutal pace, thrusting that thick, long cock deep inside me. Moving to stand again, his hand goes between us, thumb pressing firmly down on my clit.

“Come for me, princess. Come. Right. Fucking. Now.” My body greedily listens, like it was waiting for his command. My orgasm thunders through me, my back arching, my legs squeezing tight around his waist, my inner walls clenching and spasming around him. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

“Goddamnit, baby. Your pussy is fucking milking me, I’m gonna come, Blaire.” He grabs my hands and moves them between us. “Spread yourself wide for me, baby.” I move my fingers to either side of my lips, spreading myself open for himas he abruptly pulls out, his hand grabbing his dick roughly and jerking it hard, using my wetness coating him as lubrication. His fist pumps from root to tip, his grasp brutal and tight, while I watch with rapt attention, my breaths coming in heavy pants. He comes on a loud, masculine groan, ropes of pearly white cum pulsing from his engorged head, coating my pussy. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I move my hand between my legs, rubbing my fingers through his cum over my overly sensitive clit, his face watching in rapt attention.

A growl works its way up his chest.

“Good. Fucking. Girl.”

I melt.

After putting myself back together in Dallas’ en suite bathroom, where he insisted he clean me up and was surprisingly caring and attentive, I returned to the wedding reception on wobbly legs, as if my life wasn’t just flipped upside down. Lucky for me, the party was in full swing, and I was officially off duty. Everyone just needed to enjoy themselves, and we had people hired to clean up over the weekend. The snow had started to come down heavily outside, and the winter chill helped settle my nerves. Walking straight to the bar, I order the strongest liquor they’ve got stocked, and with shaky hands, toss it back before ordering another through my cough.

“There you are.” Cole’s hand rests on my lower back and I jump out of his touch. “Whoa. Everything okay?”

“Yep. It’s good. Everything is great. So sorry about your shirt.”

Holy shit, I’m a terrible person.

“Don’t worry about it. Dallas and I go way back. He’s a prick. I should have seen it coming.”

Yep. I’m officially the worst person on the planet. Guilt consumes me. I left my plus-one after my boss spilled a drink on him and instead of coming right back to Cole, I fucked Dallas in his office. What is wrong with me?

“Still. It sucks and I am so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for him, I’ve got what he doesn’t and that makes everything worth it.”

I cringe at his statement. He doesn’t have me. No one does. We’ve been on two dates, and this hardly counts as one of them. Is he only pursuing me because he thinks Dallas wants me?

“Do you want to get out of here?” His hand returns to my back, sliding upward and grasping around the back of my neck. My skin prickles in warning, and my heart starts to race in fear. This is the complete opposite of what I felt in Dallas’ office when he took control. This right here is my normal reaction to men touching me, which is why I haven’t been able to let myself go to a place where I could orgasm with one.

Until Dallas.

I shrug out of his hold and luckily, he lets me go, completely unfazed by the reaction he just set off in me.

“I actually have to stay late. You head out though, it’ll be a long night and I won’t be much fun because I’ll be working,” I lie.

His face deflates but he relents.

“Okay. Call me and we’ll plan something?”

“Sure thing. Thanks for coming,” I say as sweetly as possible.

I spend the next two hours floating between guests and the bar, tossing back drinks. I don’t see Dallas again, even though I find myself looking for him. Sawyer and Ivy spent the entire evening on the dance floor, and it was so beautiful how the worldcompletely melted away around them. They truly only have eyes for each other.

As the night calms down, everyone gathers and talks around the bar. Sawyer has Ivy wrapped tightly in his arms, and I look from them to Dallas, seeing him for the first time since earlier in his office. His eyes are already on me, his face a mask of indifference, but also something else that I can’t quite place. I look away from him quickly, shame and worry starting to creep in. I can’t explain what came over me, and looking back on it, it feels like a fever dream.

“Sawyer, Ivy, thank you for letting me be a part of your special day. I hope it was everything you imagined.”

Ivy looks up at Sawyer and smiles brightly before looking back at me.

“It was perfect, Blaire. We can’t thank you enough. You’re truly talented. The transformation of the barn was stunning. We’re glad you’re here, and not just for the gorgeous wedding. As a friend.”

As if my heart needed to hear those words, my eyes tear up. Ivy smothers me in a huge hug and we say our goodbyes. The newlyweds are the first to head out, leaving the rest of us to make sure the crew hired to clean up knows the plan. Since Liam lives the closest to the distillery, he offers to stay to make sure everything is secure for the night.

“You’ve been drinking, I’ll drive you home, B. I drove my truck,” Reid offers.

“I can take her,” Dallas says firmly, irritation clear.

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