Page 219 of Soul So Dark
I lean over the corner of the table to hear her over the dull roar.
“No tengo calzones puestos,” she murmurs into my ear.
I long blink and then take a deep breath. She stares back at me with a glimmer in her stormy eyes.
“Who taught you that?”
She tries to tamp down the smile tugging at her lips. “Your brothers.”
I glance over her shoulder at Luca and Adrian, busy hollering back and forth to my cousins at the next table. But Luca catches my eye for a brief moment and winks before turning away again.
Slowly, I start to nod, scanning the crowd as I assess the situation. Everyone is otherwise occupied, especially when more staff descend on the table and start swapping out empty plates and bottles. Suddenly, Liam appears between Dallas and Luca to continue their animated conversation.
“Sit,” I say to Liam, motioning to Dallas’s chair.
Then I take her hand and nod to my lap. She rises from her chair and gathers the long, flowing skirt of her white maxi dress as she gingerly steps around the table and sinks onto my lap.
“I like this seat better, anyway,” she smiles, reaching for the champagne flute.
But as soon as she leans forward, I scoot with her and spread her legs wide, lodging her between the table and my body. She pauses, then slowly takes the glass and lifts it to her lips.
“Did I tell you I like your dress?” I ask, gently loosening the fabric from beneath her ass. “You look incredible, just like my wife should.”
Blushing, she glances over her shoulder as I smooth out the cascades of white, draping it over her legs to the floor. Then I slip my hand beneath her skirt and slowly trail my fingers up and down the inside of her thigh. Her muscles tense and she carefully sets the glass back down as I tease her hip crease. But on the second pass, I slide my fingers between her legs, right into her soaking wet pussy.
“Alex—” she hisses through her teeth.
“You weren’t lying,” I say as I start rubbing tight circles over her clit.
Adrian shouts something over Luca and Liam’s banter. Colson and Mason erupt in laughter. Liam begins telling a long, drawn-out story about some stupid thing we did as kids.
“He’s the best storyteller in our family,” I whisper in Dallas’s ear. “You can listen to him for hours and never get bored.”
Everyone’s attention turns to Liam, a true entertainer at heart. They’ll be blind to everything except him for a good 10 minutes.
“Raise up, Mama,” I command, giving Dallas’s leg a gentle pat.
She hesitates, and then slowly leans onto her elbows, lifting her ass off my lap. In subtle, fluid motions, I reach beneath her dress and into my pants to free my dick, painfully hard at this point. I grasp her waist and guide her back down, her breaths turning short and hectic when she feels me slip inside and start stretching her.
“Just breathe, Dal,” I smirk.
She braces herself on her elbows again, exhaling as she takes me to the hilt.
“Everyone came here to watch you become my wife,” I say over her shoulder, “and now they’re going to watch me fuck you like my wife, out in the open like the little hellion you are.”
To anyone else, it would appear I’m engaging in an intimate conversation with my bride, whispering sweet nothings in her ear by the glow of candlelight. But their attention is on the story, and no one seems to notice that my dick’s buried in her throbbing pussy while I slowly drive her mad.
I slip my fingers back under her dress, over her clit so her muscles tighten around me. She flinches when she hears her name, her eyes darting up to see Dean Lutz and his longtime girlfriend, Mary, suddenly appear behind Colson.
“We’re turning in, this was an amazing dinner!” Mary whispers to avoid interrupting the story. “Our flight’s not ‘til tomorrow afternoon, so we’ll see you for brunch tomorrow, yeah?”
“Yes!” Dallas gasps. “I mean, 10:00 I think?”
“Perfect!” Mary chirps.
“Alex,” Dean leans over Colson and extends his hand to me, “take care of my only daughter. We’ll see you in the morning.”
“Absolutely,” I reach up, giving his hand a firm shake as I sink in deeper.
