Page 6 of Space Balls: Houston, We Have Liftoff
He doesn’t.
His silent victory over my lady parts makes him more impressive.
I push Bodie back, a sly smile fixed in place. “Your turn.”
Vance
“Hmm, where shall we do it?”Rose steps out of my embrace and circles the room.
How she can act like she didn’t almost collapse from pleasure is a mystery.Ican barely move I’m so turned on, and it wasn’t even my orgasm.
She slaps a saddle sitting on a sawhorse. “How ’bout it?”
My balls retract just looking at the hard, worn leather saddle. “How ’bout not?”
Rose nods, looking me, and then the saddle, over. “Yeah, that might be pushing it for a man of your age.”
“Excu—”
“Honestly, I didn’t think you had the cajones to come back here with me, so I didn’t exactly think it through.”
“I—”
“And I’m not about to lie down on the floor.” She spins around. “I mean, I’m sure it’s been swept, but I don’t trust it.” She lifts her eyes from the floor to the ceiling, contemplating.
I give up and just watch her pace. I’m obviously no help. One, I don’t know this area like she seems to. And two, the lone stream of light through the window exposes the silhouette of Rose’s body through her bridesmaid gown, making my brain unable to function.
“Big House it is then.” Rose stalks over to the curtain dividing us from the rest of the wedding, breaking my stare.
“Big house?” What the hell does a prison have to do with anything?
She continues to ignore me and finds the divide, peeping out into the reception. “We’re in the clear. People are still dancing.” She opens the curtains wider, scanning the room. “The other bridesmaids are with the groomsmen busy being couples in love, so no one will look for me for a while.” From the tone of her voice, I’d bet money she’s rolling her eyes. “I’ll go first, then you follow after.” She steps out, calling out over her shoulder, “Meet you on the porch.”
“What porch?” But my words hit the curtains, which are falling back into place.
I’ve been left alone, in a barn, with a hard-on.
I adjust myself, sighing when no matter which leg hole I put it in, my dick still wants to jut out. Suit pants really aren’t helping the situation. Shrugging out of my jacket, I drape it over my arm and walk with it held in front of me. The thought of walking into the wedding like this, like a pre-pubescent kid in high school, makes me want to rethink the saddle option.
Luckily, just as Rose said, no one is looking toward the back of the barn. Almost all the guests are on the dance floor doing the electric slide. Even Chief Astronaut Luke Bisbee, nearly seven feet tall, is rocking back and forth to the music, making everyone else look like his minions.
A flurry of coral fabric draws my eye to Rose at the door. She’s waving her arm at a passing waiter.
Trying to look nonchalant so as not to draw attention to myself but walk fast enough to get out of here before someone spots me covering up my hard-on, I follow in Rose’s wake.
Successfully flagging down the waiter, Rose scoffs and gestures to the bridal table. “Can you believe some asshole drank all the bridal table’s champagne?”
The waiter, holding a tray of bacon wrapped asparagus, gawks at her. Probably because she’s reaching into her cleavage as she speaks.
“I know, right.” Rose rolls her eyes. “Some people.” Her hand emerges, holding a roll of fifties. “But we can’t let the bridal table go without champagne, can we?” She puts her non-money holding hand around the waiter, drawing him in like a close friend.
“Good man.” She flutters her lashes. “I knew I could count on you.” Pulling back, she pats him on the shoulder, and the poor kid nearly drops his asparagus. “Better just bring a whole bottle on ice for the table, huh?” Rose peels off two fifties, setting them down between hors d’oeuvres.
As soon as the fifties drop onto his tray, the waiter snaps to. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll get right on it.” And without waiting for a reply, he scurries away, nearly bowling over another waiter, this one with shrimp cocktails.
She turns to me with such force her skirt flares out, and I back up a step, worried she may damage my still hard junk. I thought my dick would’ve calmed down by now, but watching this girl walk, talk, take control, and hell, just go about her life has me just as hard as I was before.
“Have you ever heard of subterfuge, Bodie?”
