Page 10 of Sexy AF
Five
Carrie
My nipples were hard under my bra as I tried to breathe. I hadn’t expected to fall into Benny’s arms so easily. Ignoring the heat in my veins would have been a clear lie, but my feelings made no sense. When Max came, I’d hurried into the bathroom to clear my head.
I listened to the brothers talk, and I heard about the celebration our families had planned. I relaxed and breathed. When I came back out, Max and the pizza were gone.
I met his sexy brown eyes as he repeated what I’d overheard.
“I’m ready.”
“We can leave in twenty minutes,” he said, and then his lips met mine.
I forgot myself entirely. His kiss melted my panties off. I ached for him. Steam came off my skin when his hands brushed my arms. I lost my balance and melded into him.
He’d been the only man who ever mattered to me. As he stroked me, my heart fluttered, and any protest I might have had was mollified into sweet oblivion. Finally, we were together again.
He picked me up like I weighed nothing and placed me back on the counter. All I could do was sigh, as words were too difficult. My face felt hot as I reached for his shirt buttons.
Then he kissed my neck, and I lost the ability to see. I’d do anything he wanted. His grunts made me think he wanted me too. I was in a haze of desire as he lifted my dress over my shoulders.
Damn.I was needy. I stripped his shirt off him and touched the muscles that were like those of a Roman-god statue that glorified manhood. When I touched him, he was burning.
He removed my bra and panties, and I let him. He could do anything right then, and I would let him. At that moment, I realized I hadn’t made anything up.
I was exploding as he lowered himself and sucked on my nipple. I stroked his hair. I was in a rush, and I needed him inside me.
He let my nipple go, and our bodies pressed together. He checked me—I was ready. I widened my legs and reached out to help his massive cock find me.
When he entered my center, I was all sweet sensations. My hands and toes curled as pleasure ran through my veins. He pushed deep inside, and it was like I was released from the lies I’d told myself. My head was in a cloud, but my body was pumped full of feelings.
I thought I heard the doorbell, and I moaned until he kissed me silent. He drove into me, fast and furious. I convulsed with desire and held on only until I knew he’d reached orgasm too.
Then he let me go, and I heard the ringing again. I grabbed my clothes and ran to the bathroom next to the kitchen to clean up. My hair was all out of sorts, so I removed the pins entirely. I cleaned myself up and tugged my wedding dress back on. My face was flushed. Hopefully, Benny had cleaned himself too.
When I exited the bathroom, my dad came over and hugged me. I was embarrassed, thinking that he would know exactly what I’d done. I swallowed fast as I noticed a present on the kitchen counter.
“You were running late, and your mother sent me to find you.”
I felt nervous, but I smiled. “No. We’re on our way, Dad.”
My dad walked Benny and me to the door as though we were children. “Your mother is very excited for today.” Then he waved and walked through the grass to get back to his car fast. I headed to the sidewalk. In my white flats, I wasn’t walking in the grass.
Once I was sure my dad wasn’t within earshot, I met Benny’s gaze again. I refused to mention how I was feeling. Dad might have looked in through the damned windows and seen me. At least I hadn’t worn lipstick for Benny to smear all over me.
But my family didn’t need to suddenly take over my life like this. We hadn’t gotten married because we cared about each other. As we continued around the corner, I said, “My mom wants to pretend we’re in love and this was all fate.”
He playfully bumped into me. “Nothing wrong with believing in fate.”
Our marriage had been part of a deal between our families, not love. I hugged my waist. “No. It’s feeding a lie. But we’re here, and I’ll smile.”
He took off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders. “You liked me in the kitchen.”
I swallowed. “Let’s never discuss that lapse of judgment.”
He winked at me as we reached the restaurant where I spent my teenage years working the tables. “I’ll accept the request, but for now, let’s hold hands as we go in.”
He held out his palm. Half of me wanted nothing more than to hold him. I took a deep breath and then took his hand in mine. I ignored the sparks as he held the door for me. I let him go the moment I saw my mom with her arms open.
