Page 64 of Hardcore Vanilla
There was still a little part of her that wished an amazing guy would come along and introduce her to his family, who would all adore her and think she was awesome and welcome her into the fold. That seemed more fantastical than the previous scenario though. Jake's family liked her...
Pulling away from the kiss slightly, Jake smiled at her. "Wanna dance?"
"Sure," she replied, a little breathlessly. She needed a distraction from the thoughts she was having. Considering that she and Jake didn't exactly have a defined relationship at the moment, she needed to stop thinking about his family like that. They might be more than fuck buddies, but they were still less than boyfriend and girlfriend.
Huh, kind of like their sex life. More than vanilla, less than kinky... They just kept ending up somewhere in the middle, didn't they?
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Dancing with Sharon again was a little dangerous, because this was about as close to alone as they’d been for hours. She was pressed up against him, and memories of previous dances were running through his head, stirring up all sorts of desires.
It was a good thing she was pressed up against him; he wasn’t sure how well this tux would hide the situation he had going on in the front of his pants. It wasn’t a problem he’d ever had before. Not in a tux and not at a family wedding.
Plus, their current position meant he had a fantastic view right down the front of her dress. Enough that he could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. Which, of course, made him wonder about her panties or lack thereof. The urge to drag her to a more private arena where he could find out was tantalizing.
Jake had never snuck off during a wedding before, although he’d always been intrigued when hearing other people talking about it. It seemed like a lot of those stories ended with the couple being caught, but then there wouldn’t be people able to talk about the people who didn’t get caught, would there? The idea was even more tempting because he knew Sharon would go along with it.
“Oh crap,” Sharon said, her hands tightening on Jake’s biceps.
“What?” Immediately he looked around, trying to ascertain what was wrong.
“They’re going to do a freaking bouquet toss… We need to get off the dance floor.”
Turning his head, Jake saw the bride standing off to the side of the dance floor with a small grouping of women around her, all of them obviously waiting for the song to end. She was clutching a bouquet – similar to but smaller than the one she’d carried down in the aisle – in her hand.
He couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows. “You don’t want to try and catch the bouquet?”
It figured that most of the women he’d dated loved trying to catch the bouquet, but the attention-hungry Sharon would eschew this particular manner of being the focus.
“Hell no,” Sharon said a little grimly. “I also don’t want to listen to my mom badgering me for the next hour because I didn’t try hard enough or look like I was having fun. If we’re not in here, I can avoid it entirely.”
Steering her towards the side of the floor, Jake couldn’t help but chuckle. “You could always go for it.”
“And spend the rest of the night with everyone trying to hook me up with whoever catches the garter?” she asked dryly. “No thanks.”
“They…” His voice trailed off. He was about to say that they wouldn’t do that, because she’d obviously come with him as her date, but it didn’t sound like she was speaking hypothetically. She sounded pretty sure about the outcome, in fact. Jake changed tactics. “What if I caught the garter?”
She shot him an amused glance as they started making their way past the tables to the doors of the ballroom. “Then we would have to put up with them trying to introduce me to every eligible bachelor in the room for the rest of the night. And by eligible, I mean single and with a job they approve of. Things like age, personality, looks… not worthy of consideration.”
He shook his head, feeling a bit indignant. “You know, a lot of people would consider me a catch.”
“I’d like to catch you,” she said, winking as she reached behind him to squeeze his ass. Jake coughed, jumping slightly as he looked over his shoulder to see if anyone else had noticed.
Not that he could tell. No one seemed to be looking at them.
“Have you ever snuck off during a wedding before?” he asked as they reached the safety of the ballroom doors just as the song was ending. Sharon quickly pushed through before the emcee even began to speak.
She tilted her head, looking up at him with an anticipatory sparkle in her eye. “Yes… but not in the way I think you mean.”
Grinning, Jake looked around. The hallway was deserted and several doors looked like they might be the gateways to good possibilities.
Refocusing on Sharon, he wrapped his arm around her waist. “Wanna fuck?”
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She was a terrible influence on Jake.
Not that she was complaining. He’d needed some terrible influencing and she kind of liked that he was able to shock her a little with his occasional out-of-character dirty propositions.
