Page 129 of When You Had Me Adapting

She walks over to where I stand and places the black and silver key fob in my hand.

“What’s this?” I ask.

She takes my other hand and moves it along her thigh until my fingers brush up against the lace of her underwear.

“Lacey,” I breathe out, letting my fingers tease her through the fabric. My hand stills and when I feel something, but I’m not sure what it is. With one of her hands, she clicks one of the buttons on the fob, starting a series of silent vibrations between her legs. She steadies herself with her hand on my arm and lets out a whimper. Her fingers dig into my shirt. I move my hand from her center and place it on the small of her back holding her against me. She cocks her head exposing her neck and I place a slow tender kiss to her pulse point.

“You want me to play with your pussy all night, pixie?” I up the vibration. “Want me to make you squirm in front of a room full of people?” I up it again and her whole body reacts.

“Yes,” she says, breathlessly.

I grin against her and click the button, stopping the vibrations. She lets out a small groan in protest.

“It would be my pleasure.”

“We have to stay within twenty feet of each other for it to work,” she says. “Figured we could use it during the reception.”

“I don’t plan on letting you out of my sight all night.”

“Good,” she says. “Now let’s go.”

The ceremony was beautiful,but I was distracted by the girl sitting to my right. Lacey held my hand through the entire thing and I was sure to squeeze her hand while Donovan and Enzo exchanged their vows causing a smile to flash across her face and her eyes to get a little glossy. An unspoken promise that one day I will vow to love her in front of all of our family and friends, if she’ll let me.

As much as I was tempted by the remote in my pants pocket during the ceremony, I haven’t used it yet. Figured we should let our friends say their vows before I really started to wind her up, or we would be heading back to the hotel before the hors d’oeuvres were served.

We’re standing at the cocktail hour waiting for the reception to start. Lacey is a few feet away from me talking with Poppy and Wren. Tanner and Logan are going on and on about something, but I’m very distracted. My hand is firmly in my pocket situated on the remote.

I casually click the power button and watch as Lacey’s body does a little jolt, sloshing her champagne over the edge of the glass. Her eyes shoot to mine and I throw her a wink.

“You good, Lace?” Poppy asks.

“Oh yeah, I’m great,” she tries to recover.

I click it off. My dick begins to strain against my boxer briefs and I wonder how we’re going to be able to make it through the night. Knowing I don’t even have to touch her to make her react like that might be my undoing.

In a couple strides, I’m standing next to her. I tug on her hand, removing her from our group of friends and over to the side where her and I are alone.

“If we’re going to do this, I’m going to need you to be a good girl and not give us away,” I whisper against her ear. Her breath hitches and I hit the button again. “You think you can do that, pixie?”

She nods her head. “I can do it.” I up the vibration a couple notches and her forehead falls against my chest.

“I promise to reward you if you’re good.”

She immediately straightens up and steps back from me. I know this isn’t going to last long. I watch as her throat bobs as she tries to swallow whatever she’s feeling down.

“And if I’m bad?” she asks, smirking up at me.

Her words take me by surprise and I clench my jaw. My dick hardens instantly. She slides past me before I can respond and I up the vibrations one more time for good measure. Her body does a little shiver as she walks away and then I turn it off.I’m so fucking screwed.

A man on a microphone asks for everyone to make their way into the reception venue, so dinner can be served. I catch up to Lacey and the rest of our group. We make our way over to the large pickleball themed seating chart adorned with monogrammed pickleball paddles and flowers. Only Donovan and Enzo could somehow make pickleball look elegant.

We all breathe a sigh of relief when we realize they squeezed all eight of us into one table. We find our seats and Lacey sits on my right and Tanner on my left. I don’t miss the break in his smile when Wren chooses a seat on the other side of the roundtable and Logan sits next to him instead. Without thinking, I place my phone and the key fob on the table between Tanner and me.

“I thought y’all Ubered here,” he says, eyeing the key.

“Oh we did.” I quickly grab the remote and stuff it back into my pocket. “I brought my keys by mistake.”

I feel Lacey’s foot kick against mine under the table and I try not to laugh. My phone pings.

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