Then I spotted Erin across the room. She was wearing a cute black dress with sleeves that stopped at her elbows and a swingy skirt, and I was almost convinced that my heart was lodged in my throat. She folded her arms over her torso as she looked around. It only took a moment for her to notice me, and when she did, the serious line of her lips broke into a big, bright smile.
My heart, the one that was in my throat? It was slamming against tissue and bone now, clawing its way out of me and back to its true owner. I stood there, one hand in my pocket and the other on my jaw to keep it from hanging open, and I smiled back at her.
Erin's stare raked over my suit, nodding in what I could only interpret as appreciation. I could see the sparkle in her eyes from all the way over here, and it was enough to get my cock's attention.
I moved toward her, blind to the noisy crowd around me. It was like parting the Red Sea while running through a wall of defensemen for the longest touchdown pass. I wasn't Moses, or New England Patriot Julian Edelman for that matter, but as I came close enough to touch my wife, I understood the triumph they felt.
"You," she whispered. "Follow me."
She turned on her heel, and I gasped. Actually fucking gasped. I stayed rooted in place, staring at her stockings and the thin black seam running up the back of her legs. It was sexy in a subtle way, and when I recovered from that flash of arousal, I sped up to catch her. I didn't care where she was leading me because I was following, and then I was tracing that seam all the way up.
Erin ducked through doorways and down dark hallways, and the click of her heels had me hypnotized. I ignored the catering staff as they bustled by, and the bartenders who were shouting at each other as they hauled cases of wine up from the basement, and followed her deeper into the old firehouse that Sam and Tiel—and Riley—called home.
"I think we're alone now," she whispered. She leaned against the door, her arms folded behind her back and that devious grin lighting her face.
A weighty beat passed between us, just like that moment in a thumping song before the bass line dropped. I pushed her against the wall and slammed my lips down on hers. "Oh, fuck," I said, sighing as I tasted her. "It's been too long, Skip."
"Thirty-seven days," she said. "Felt like forever." Her hands were on me, pressing into my shoulder blades, nails scratching my neck, fingers yanking at my belt and zipper. "I want you more than anything right now. Is that terrible?"
"Why the fuck would that be terrible?" I asked. I kissed her again, hard enough to earn a surprised squeak, and once more, softly. Then I fell to my knees to explore those stockings, running my palms up her calves as I groaned. She deserved beautiful lingerie and delicate things, if for no other reason than for me to dirty them all up.
"We're at Sam's wedding, to start," she said. "And anyone could walk in here."
"Quiet, woman. No reasoning with me now." Erin ran her fingers through my hair, laughing. When her nails reached the nape of my neck, I dropped my forehead to her belly with a growl. "You're not emotionally connected to these, are you?" I asked, tracing the seam of her stockings up, between her legs. "Don't answer. Doesn't matter. I'm buying you new ones."
"What? Why are you—ohhhh!" She folded her hands over her face when I ripped the stockings. "I can't believe you did that."
Panties pushed aside. Leg hooked around my waist. Cock out and hungry. "Believe it," I said, leaning forward to take her lips. "Hold on to me, lovely. Don't let go."
I waited until Erin's arms were around my neck to slide into her, and I watched her reactions wash over her face. Bite the bottom lip, squeeze the eyes shut, drop the head forward, part the lips and whisper "Fuck" over andoveruntil it resembled a sacred prayer, the kind reserved for the most faithful of the believers. I was nearly coming from that prayer on her tongue alone.
"You're destroying me with your little whispers. Stop it," I ordered, digging my fingertips into her thighs as I drove into her. "I'm going to come all over you—"
"Do it," she panted. "I dare you."
It seemed the dares worked well on me, too. That, and Erin's lips on the tender spot beneath my ear and the sharp point of her heels on my ass. My entire existence melted into a single pulsation that wound around my bones and vital organs before snapping every one of my nerves. I came with a full-body spasm that crushed her against the wall. There was a sound, too, a noise somewhere between medieval battle cry and aggressive mewl, and it probably went on for longer than I realized.
"Are you all right, my husband?" she asked, stroking my hair. She wasn't there yet, and I was going to see to her needs as soon as I could breathe, move, and speak simultaneously. "You've been muttering to yourself for a couple of minutes."
"Oh, my wife," I said, sighing when my thumb slid over her clit. She was slippery, a mix of her wetness and my orgasm. "I love feeling me all over you."
Erin's hands balled around my suit coat as I traced her clit. She gasped, humming in encouragement when I quickened the pace. "You're so dirty," she said. "These things you say, you're filthy."
"Like you wouldn't believe," I agreed.
She started to respond, but her clit gave an unmistakable throb, stealing her words. Her forehead wrinkled and her lips pushed out a sharp sigh as the orgasm rolled through her, and it would've been the perfect opportunity to watch her come if the door hadn't opened.
"If you run out of room for all the recyclables, you can set them in—"
I pulled out and yanked Erin's skirt down, holding it in place as if that could cancel out the fact that my trousers were hanging open and she was still quaking with release.
"Stay right there, guys," Riley called to the people behind him. He touched his fingertips to his temples, whimpering as if this scene was causing him actual pain. "Twice in a week," he murmured to himself. "Must be a new record for me."
"How does he do this?" Erin asked. "Every time, too."
"It doesn't matter because it's not happening again. I'm gonna kill him now," I said against her temple. "Say goodbye."
"Put your dick away, doctor," Riley said. "I have enough problems tonight." He pointed at Erin, and the cherry red blush on her cheeks. "Didn't I tell you to behave?"
