CHAPTER TWENTY
Campbell
It’s morning, and my face is pressed against the shower wall. Warm water rains onto my skin as Durban’s driving into me from behind.
I could use this kind of wake-up each morning.
His punishing grip is on my hips, but I love the bite of pain. I hope there are marks when he’s done, so I can wait in the back of the pavilion with his brand on me. While the couple is dancing during the reception, I’ll remember last night and how tenderly Durban held me as we danced.
“Yes.” I’m almost there. He hasn’t played with my clit yet, and I haven’t been bold enough to touch myself. It’s like he’s on a personal mission to get me off without any other stimulation outside of his cock.
It’s working.
He tips my ass up until I’m on my tiptoes, but I’mwedged so tightly between him and the shower wall that I wouldn’t fall if my feet lifted off the ground.
“You’re getting close,” he growls in my ear. “I can feel you fist me with your cunt.”
“Oh God, yes.” Tension coils hard inside my belly. Compact and pulsating. I’m ready to blow as if last night was nothing but a primer.
What we did in the pickup changed me. I’ve never been so close, so in sync with a guy. Then he said he’d get me through the wedding. When he fucks me like this, I can’t contemplate if that’s all he wants. He’s got me out of my mind, and that’s just where I need to be right now.
He bends his knees and slams into a spot that shatters my world. My cries echo off the walls. The pleasure is blinding. I have to squeeze my eyes shut and let myself go. He really is the only thing holding me up.
“This’s right.” His hot breath gusts across my ear. “You’ll feel me inside you all through the ceremony.” He pumps into me, and my orgasm doesn’t stop. “And all through the night.”
I want to feel him inside me forever.
Warm water hits my skin and drips into my open mouth, but I drink it down, gasping and swallowing through the detonation that was my climax.
“Fuck, Belle.” He rams into me one last time, melding us together as he spills inside of me. I can feel my pussy flexing around him, keeping him as close to me as possible.
“Goddamn, Belle. How does it get better every time?” He rubs his hands up and down my sides, finally concentrating on my hips. “Shit. Your skin’s turning red.”
“Good.” I give him a lazy grin over my shoulder. “It’ll be perfect under my very functional dress tonight.”
His returning smile is sly, and he grabs a washcloth. The way he cleans us both up is another turn-on, making the fading thrum between my thighs gain strength.
Will I get this again?
This can’t be the end of hanging out with Durban at his house, waking up to him, slow dancing under the stars. He has to feel this too. I’ll keep my hope stoked all day so I have the guts to talk to him after the reception is over.
He shuts the spray off. Steam fills the bathroom. After we dry, and I’m dressed in my clothing from last night, I finger-comb my hair out. My parents won’t be home when I go change and do my hair, so I’m not worried about explaining where I was. They might think I left early to prep for the ceremony.
I squint into the foggy mirror. Am I passable if my parents are home after all? I’m not sure what I’d tell them about who I was with. Pleading the Fifth might work. I’m an adult. But I was also last seen with Durban, so Daddy might jump to completely accurate conclusions no matter what.
Then what would I say?
Daddy, I love him, but I have no idea if he feels the same way. Give me another twenty-four hours, and maybe I’ll know. Wait until your brother signs off on the land so the bride and groom don’t get upset that I literally fucked around during the events I planned for them.
“Hungry?” Durban asks, twining his arms around my waist from behind. He’s in jeans and a shirt, and his hair is spiky from the shower. I like this unkempt side to him. I’m the only one to see it.
“Yes.” My answer comes out softer as doubt about our future sets in. I lift my chin. It’s the last day. I’m not wavering now. “But I’ll grab something at home. I don’t dare be late today of all days.”
January wants me on hand once she and the bridesmaids start getting ready. I want to be across the state. Across the country. Best I can do is across the lodge.
He eases back and spins me around. “I can make a quick breakfast.”
“No, it’s fine.” I flatten my hands on his shoulders. “I appreciate you taking care of me these last few weeks.”
