“Next time.” I grind my cock against her core, the tip nudging at her clit. She goes wild, tugging, pulling, and scratching. Through it all, our eyes remain locked on the place between us. My imagination runs wild with thoughts of having her in the shower, completely naked, or spread on the bed for me. Or my personal favorite, where we start in the hot tub at my place, both of us are too greedy for the other to make it inside. I’d pull her out, the cold air hitting her warm skin, and then I’d go for broke, pinning her arms on the deck and shoving inside her, not stopping until we’re both falling apart exactly like we are right now.
“Tony.” Her voice hitches, and I know it’s time to swallow every last moan. Coralynn’s orgasm rolls through her, hard and fast, and this time, she’s not running away from me. She’s running toward me, and I’m right there to catch her.
“Fuck,” I grumble against her mouth. There goes every last shred of control I could ever have. Each jet of cum leaks through the layers, and when I pull away from her delectable fucking mouth, she zeroes in on the space between us.
“That’s really freaking hot, Tony.” Her breathing is shallow, my own is rough around the edges.
“The same could be said for yourself, trouble. There’s only one problem we have now.” I use my thighs to hold her in place, not ready to let her go. Twice today, I’ve had Coralynn in my arms, and the more I have her there, the more I want to keep her there.
“What’s that?”
“I’m going to need you to walk in front of me on the way to our vehicles.” I slowly pull away and guide her legs down, holding her hips to make sure she’s steady on her feet. Which she isn’t, judging by the grip she has on my biceps all of a sudden.
“I think that’s the least I can do, since I made the mess.” Her eyes light up, like they usually do before she takes off.
“Fuck yeah, you did. Never lost control like that. You think about running, I’ll chase you, and when I catch you, I’ll spank your ass red,” I say before she can make any decisions.
“Who says I wouldn’t like that? Besides, while I love the game we’ve been playing, even I know that’d be taking it too far. I guess this means we're making our big debut with you at my back.” She isn’t wrong. Word is going to travel fast in our small town. Our friends and her sister, along with Luke, already know the gist of the situation. This is opening up a can of worms for everyone in the community, including our parents, her clients, and my patients.
“I appreciate that. Come on, it’s getting late, and tomorrow is going to be a long one.” I keep one hand on her, not to hold her in place, but for the need to feel her, all while I untuck my shirt from my pants. It covers up some of the mess, definitely not all of it.
“Tell me about it.” There’s desire in her tone, and when I look back up from what I’ve been doing, I can see that she is going to want more, and soon.
“You’re trouble, the best kind there is.” True to her word, she stays in front of me, her ass rubbing against my dick, doing double duty in response to how I’m feeling about Coralynn Parker.
FIVE
Coralynn
“Okay, spill the beans.” It’s Thursday, the night of the women doing their thing and the men doing theirs. Technically, neither Luke nor Shae are calling it a bachelor or bachelorette party, except that’s what it pretty much is. Well, for the guys at least. Most of the women in our group are pregnant, all except Ronnie, Letty, and me, which means drinking our weight in tequila isn’t exactly happening.
“Spill what?” I ask Winnie, feigning ignorance. I’m sure everyone knows or has heard about seeing Tony and me together. Then there was us driving separately to the event this weekend only to walk in hand in hand. Plus, he laid one killer kiss on me. I’m pretty sure if a woman could get pregnant from a kiss alone, it’d be well on my way. There were also some wolfish whistles and clapping going on by the time we pulled away from each other.
And what did I do? I almost ran away. It wasn’t until Tony’s hand held mine in place, a quizzical look on his face, that I realized what I’d been about to do. From there, we walked in together, each of us checking in, and neither of us seemed to want to go our separate ways to enter our rooms.
“You’re not pleading the Fifth. We’re not in a court of law,” Letty says with a smile, clearly hanging out with her man, Matthew, the lawyer of the group, a bit too much.
“I can fill in the blanks. They’ve kissed. At least twice. Maybe they’ve done more?” Shae, my traitorous sister, says before tossing a grape in her mouth. We’re currently receiving manicures and pedicures while eating our way through the many charcuterie boards and drinking the non-alcoholic drinks set up as well.
“Oh, they’ve done a hell of a lot more by the way your sister is getting hot under the collar,” Ronnie says from her place to the left of me. I’d send her a scathing look, but what good would it do?
“Come on, let us live vicariously through you, Cora.” This comes from Lennie, Asher’s wife and mom to twin girls.
“I think you know how the birds and the bees work.” I’d fist-bump Macie, Tysen’s pregnant fiancée, if I weren’t so far away.
“Today and tonight aren’t supposed to be about me. It’s all about the bride.” I sit back in the pedicure chair, close my eyes, and try to block out the chatter that’s going on in the room. Fat lot of good it does when Lyric taps me on my arm.
“You may as well give in. You know this group, they’re like a dog with a bone. Plus, we’re all happy you and Gallo finally got together.” Her bubbly personality is infectious, and while I’ve been added to this group of amazing women, I guess I'm in it now, too. It also makes me sad that my own group has drifted away recently, or maybe that’s on me? I’m the one lone ranger in our bunch, able to go and do more at a moment’s notice, whereas they’ve settled down with either a husband or have a family.
I get it, I do, but the women I’m with now have never made me feel anything less or like a burden. So, maybe it’s one of those instances where you grow apart, but it still stings at times.
“Thank you. We haven’t put a label on anything. We’re into each other and playing it day by day. Or I think we are? We haven’t talked specifics,” I tell the room.
“Too busy doing the horizontal tango instead?” Kenny asks with laughter.
“That was so lame,” Rory, Jude’s sister and Ronnie’s sidekick through and through, replies.
“Whatever. I’m old and can’t keep up with the lingo these days.” I snort because she has a daughter, Briar, who is most certainly up with the times.
