Page 163 of Awakened
The ceremony continued with the bride and groom giggling and stealing glances. Their kiss was basically late-night softcore porn. Sarah’s father was mortified. While the guests hooted and hollered, I stood there crying, glad my best friend got a happy ending.
The reception took place in a pavillion on Marie’s property. We had done so much DIY that I seriously considered a career change. The string lights twinkled, the candles shimmered, and the delicate blue accents added a touch of color against the gauzy white decor. Sarah couldn’t have been more pleased.
The head table had a spot reserved for Zach. Michael cried when I first suggested the idea. He was glad to have a way to have Zach be a part of his big day.
Biting into a delicious piece of wedding cheesecake, my mouth died and went to heaven. It was creamy and rich without being too dense. Moaning in delight, I felt Seth’s rough hand ease up my thigh. I nearly choked as I glanced around the table, but no one seemed the wiser.
He was busy talking to Brandon as his fingers traced the edge of my panties. My thighs tightened around his hand, but his fingers continued their lazy tracing of the material. A shiver raced through my body as I tried to stay composed.
Downing my glass of ice water, I moved on to my Manhattan.His fingers pressed more firmly into me, the wet, thin fabric creating friction in his manipulation.
I leaned into his side and whispered sharply, “Stop that.”
He cupped my pussy as his eyes met mine. “No. Payback’s a bitch.”
Blowing out a breath, I let my hair fall over my face to cover my blushing cheeks. I squirmed a bit in my seat, trying to force his hand from between my thighs. “You’re the one that said no sex, not me. Sorry if I’m making that ridiculous choice difficult for you.”
He let out a small laugh and kissed my neck. His voice low and rough in my ear, he murmured, “Judging by how wet you are, I think you’re the one having trouble. Next time, don’t tease me when I’m trying to be good.”
He pulled his hand away, but instead of relief, I was annoyed. It had been three weeks since our marathon of fantastic sex and then the subsequent promise of “taking it slow,” so I was understandably wound up.
That morning, I jumped in his shower, and he was not amused at my attempts to undermine his efforts, but I was tired of living like a promise-ring virgin.
Standing, I decided to end this stalemate. I sauntered away from the table, glancing over my shoulder at Seth. His eyes stayed glued to my swinging hips.
Got ‘em.
He excused himself and rushed after me. A large bonfire was going on, and a few people were wandering about, chatting.
I snatched a bottle off the serving table and made my way to the tree’s edge, where the bonfire’s light just reached. Taking swigs of brut, I watched Seth walk through the people standing around the fire. When his eyes landed on me, I winked and slinked further into the woods.
Making a good dent in the bottle of bubbly, I listened to Seth’s footsteps as he approached.
“You make it a habit to go into dark woods alone?”
I could see the flash of his white teeth as he inched closer to me, crowding me against a big tree. He caged me in with his arms, his chest just inches away.
“I’m not alone now.”
Seth grabbed the champagne and took a long drink. Grimacing as he looked at the bottle, he said, “I hate this stuff. You couldn’t have grabbed a bottle of Jack?”
Smiling, I wrapped my arms around his neck. My body pressed flush into his, but I kept my lips to myself. He needed to make the first move.
“I didn’t expect any company.”
His eyes flashed as they roamed my face and cleavage. “Mm-hmm. That’s why you wiggled your ass across the dance floor.”
I widened my eyes, trying to look shocked. “Now that’s just preposterous. Why would I wiggle my ass? Who for? If I remember correctly, the only man I want refuses to touch me sexually. Well, except for when I’m being punished for wanting to conserve water.”
The champagne bottle hit the ground, splashing a little on my feet. “So, environmentalism is why you were in my shower this morning? Why you gripped my dick so tight? Why I had to remove you and lock the bathroom door?”
When he put it that way, I sounded like one desperate bitch.
I nodded because if I opened my mouth, I wasn’t sure what level of begging would occur.
Seth had yet to touch me, his hands staying pressed to the tree “Celeste, I want you to understand how much I love you. I want to give you the security and safety you deserve. Our relationship can’t just be based on orgasms, even if all I want to do is fuck you against this tree.”
My thighs tightened around his, trapping him between my legs.
