Page 16 of On the Rocks
Although I don’t think I can stand watching her suffer the pain of the needle, her desire for my brand on her skin is sexy as hell. Just like her. Which is the other reason I have her sprawled across my legs. Checking to make sure no one is paying any attention to us, I slide my hand under her dress. A long caress along her toned legs before I slip down between her thighs and stroke the moisture covering her sweet pussy, just barely accessible with the tight fabric stretched across her hips. I keep my other hand curled around her waist, preventing her from arching up in pleasure while she bites her lip. “And if you lose?”
“I - I’ll get it anywhereyouwant.”
“Deal.” I dip inside and fucking love her eyes sinking shut. The hard shudder driving me farther in. “Do you want to shake on it? Because I’m more than willing to make our agreement official. But then I’d have to quit pumping my fingers buried so perfectly knuckle deep inside your wet pussy.”
“N-no.”
Fuck me she’s going to come right on my hand. Riding me as much as she can manage with me holding her in place. I shoot a quick glance toward the stage. Everyone still focused on my brother, while I’m utterly absorbed in my wife. “No what, sunshine?”
“Don’t stop…”
She fists my shirt, twisting the linen as she climbs higher and higher. I slide in one more finger and tease her clit mercilessly. Making her buck even harder against my palm. “Nothing’s more fucking magnificent than watching you get off. Come for me Trinity.”
One hard press with the pad of my thumb, and she explodes. Her arousal dripping over my fingers, probably leaving a huge spot on my pants. Which I don’t give a damn about after seeing her beautiful release. Jerking one more time against my forearm pushed against her stomach before collapsing, her head falling to my shoulder. Panting breaths warm my skin, already blazing from watching her in ecstasy. Only an appetizer before I take her upstairs to really celebrate our marriage.
6
Chapter Six
“The guys will be rightoutside the door the entire time, and Mom will be just down the hall.”
I hate the doubt laced through Drake’s voice. Certain I’ll embarrass myself. And him. Which I worry about the exact same thing in this fancy spa. With Patrice’s elegant friends who all seem to know exactly what to do and say. Unlike me. The stray mutt in a room full of pedigrees. “I’ll be fine. I’m looking forward to it.”
He frowns at my forced smile. Knows too well that I’m not fine at all. But I want to be. I want so badly to be strong and confident like his mother. And Trish. And him.
“Everything’s taken care of, but if you want to tip someone or need anything, use this.”
Until Drake I’d never even seen a hundred dollar bill before. Let alone touched one. He lays a small stack in my palm like they’re a second thought. Rather than a month's rent I used to scramble to give to Trish every first. Hiding my discomfort from him, I stuff the money in my dress pocket. “I don't think I'll?”
“Come on, Trinity!” Trish squeals in the doorway, gesturing furiously to me. Impatient for our girls' afternoon to begin. Missing me as much as I've missed her. After living together for four years, we've both had to get used to being apart. Moving forward with our new lives. "They’re ready for us, and I've got your robe for you."
“Okay, thank you. I’ll be right there.”
Once she steps back into the Lounge of Tranquility, Drake threads his long fingers through my hair, cupping the back of my head. Tingles speed across my sensitive skin from his possessive touch. I can’t move, and honestly, I don’t care. Maybe it’s wrong that he dominates me. That I allow myself to be controlled by him. But I know he would never hurt me. I’m his. I truly belong to him.
“Do you remember what I told you?”
My body clenches from his husky voice. From the memory of him inside me this morning as he reminded me over and over how much he loves me and wants to give me everything. Basking in his affection. Relishing the sincerity in his eyes as I watched in the mirror as he took me from behind. Captivated by his skilled hands pleasuring my breasts and between my legs before he slowly pushed into me and I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. Giving myself over to him completely. “That you don’t care about the money or how long I’m gone or what I drink.”
He nods from my whisper. “Because?”
Widening his stance and scrunching down so we're eye level, he tightens his grip on the strands wrapped between his fists. Delicious torture spreading through me from the tug against my scalp. That only he generates. That only he can relieve. “We’re infinity.”
“Who?”
With a shaking hand, I point to myself, then him. Brushing over the smooth fabric covering his heart. "Us."
A small groan vibrates in his throat, and he slides me closer. "Are you as wet as I am hard?"
It takes everything I have not to press myself against him. To prove to him beyond my words what he does to me. "Yes."
"Good. Then you'll be thinking about me while I'm gone."
He smirks from my laugh. "You're terrible."
"I know." A chaste kiss before he releases me. "Have fun."
"You too."
