Page 59 of Aisle Be The Groom
Amused by his reaction, I gave him a sly grin and whispered in his ear, “Are you enjoying the play, Gray?”
“Immensely,” he replied with a strained smile. His eyes were glued to the stage, but his knuckles whitening from their grip on the armrest, gave his tension away.
“What’s your favorite part so far?”
“The boy who’s about to get his ass spanked if he keeps up with the current storyline.”
Oh gosh, a spanking from Gray. Did he think that would stop me? Carefully I unbuckled his belt, painstakingly slow, but his cock grew until it was rock hard. I peeled down the zipper and slipped my hand into what I thought would be his underwear. Except there was no underwear. Gray was going commando.
Oh my god, am I really being this naughty in public?
Carter hadn’t even allowed me to kiss him in public. He’d said showing affection in the open was tacky, that we knew how we felt about each other, so why put on a performance for the world?
I stroked Gray’s cock, watching his attempts to control his facial expression. His jaw was set, but a thin sheen of sweat formed on his forehead.
“Gray,” I murmured, giving him another gentle squeeze. “Are you okay?”
He shot me a glance, his dark eyes filled with desire and warning. “You’re playing with fire.”
For once, I didn’t mind being burned.
The play onstage had become a dull background noise as I focused solely on Gray. He was my audience now, and I was putting on quite the performance for him.
I continued my ministrations slowly, enjoying the power I had over him. He shifted forward in his seat as an actor belted out a soliloquy. No one was watching us. The attention of the audience was fully captivated by the performance happening in front of them.
I stroked Gray harder, jacking him off until he exploded in my hand. His chest rose and fell as he fought to catch his breath. He grabbed a few napkins left over from our refreshments, but I didn’t need them. I removed my hand and discreetly licked it like I’d done moments earlier to the popcorn butter that had clung to my fingers.
Gray fixed his pants just as the crowd surged to its feet and clapped and cheered. The show was over. I scrambled to stand, as did Gray, both of us applauding as if we knew anything that took place in the last quarter or so of the play.
“You have no idea how sexy I find you right now,” Gray whispered. “I can’t wait to get you home to return the favor.”
The hall erupted into loud chatter and laughs. It was time to go.
“Let’s sit and wait for the back to leave first so we don’t get stuck in the crowd.”
“Sounds like a good idea.”
Gray turned as if he was looking behind him but brought his mouth close to my ear. “I want to suck on your tongue and taste me in your mouth.”
I swallowed. If he kept this up, we would be sitting in the hall until everyone filed out.
“Ozzie!”
Huh? Who knew me in town?
“Ozzie!”
Ah! Rowan, the wedding planner. He hurried toward us with a big grin. Damn, he looked fabulous in a pair of leggings and a silk cream long-sleeve shirt with several buttons undone. One side was tucked into the waistband of the leggings and the other casually hung loose.
“It’s so great seeing you again.” Rowan stopped in front of us. “Although you both played a prank on me.”
Oh shit. We were busted. I’d forgotten our lie.
My face flamed. “I’m so sorry. I—”
“It’s okay. Gray came back and explained, so I forgave him. And he was right too. I would have definitely asked him out. I mean, do you blame me? Look at him standing there looking like a stallion ready to meet his new owner.” He winked at Gray and bit his bottom lip.
I choked, and Gray rubbed my back. “Cut it out, Rowan. You’re making Ozzie blush.”
