by Jenna Reed
Erica pushed one of the doors open, and all but shoved me in ahead of her. Only a small light on a vanity lit the room. I barely noticed we were in the bride’s room before Erica pressed her hands against my chest and said, “Convince me.”
Not wasting a second, I cupped her face and kissed her, my tongue playing over hers, hot and hungry. She responded in kind and knocked me back against the wall. Turned on even more by her aggression, I dropped my hand to her ass and pulled her tight against my erection. My other hand moved to her breast and I groaned when I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Without warning, Erica pulled back. Breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath, she stared at me with wide eyes and a devilish grin. “I’m convinced,” she breathed. “Let’s go.”
“Go?” I asked.
Erica laughed. “You may not believe in morals, but I’m not having sex in a church. Not with my parents in the building, anyway.”
“Your parents are here?”
“Of course,” she said as she grabbed several bags. “We’ve known Sophia’s family all my life.”
That answered a few of my earlier questions. It didn’t distract me from the need pulsing in my lower half. “My place it is then.”
Grabbing her hand, I took over leading. It was a challenge not to run and drag her behind me. Even with the interruption of having to leave the church, I wasn’t getting any less hard and needed to get out of here. I made a beeline for the parking lot and Erica hurried alongside me. We reached my car in record time and climbed in. Erica threw her bags in the backseat and yanked her seatbelt into place. As soon as it clicked into the buckle, her hand was on my thigh.
My muscles tensed under her touch. I growled as her nails trailed up and down. Taking a deep breath, I got the car into gear and sped out of the parking lot. Not speeding the whole way was torture, especially when Erica’s hand moved higher, teasing and tempting me to pull over and drag her into my lap. By the time I slid into a space in front of my apartment building, I was struggling to breathe and Erica was squirming with need.
The only pause in our race to my apartment was Erica grabbing her bags out of the backseat. Even that minor delay had me groaning. I grabbed her free hand and pulled her along behind me with a singular focus. We barely made it to the elevator before the bags were on the floor and we were pressed against the wall. Not undressing her right then was only possible because the ride up to the third floor was so short and the doors were sliding open before I could make any progress.
I snatched Erica’s bags from the elevator floor and hooked my arm around her waist. Two doors down, I jammed my key in the lock and threw the door open. I dropped the bags at some point and was on Erica a second later. She had my bowtie off and was unbuttoning my dress shirt before we even reached my bedroom door. My fingers found the fastener that held the halter dress in place and deftly unhooked it. The silky silver fabric slid down her breasts, exposing her tanned flesh and making me pause as I took in how beautiful she was.
She didn’t shy away as I took her full breasts in my hands and brought my mouth down to kiss every inch. Her fingers stuttered in their unbuttoning and she moaned as I sucked and grazed my teeth against her hard nipples. The sound of her pleasure made me even harder and I lifted her into my arms. Her legs hooked around my waist automatically and she pushed her breasts, now even with my mouth, closer to my lips, needing more. I didn’t disappoint her.
Reaching my bed, I hated to lose contact, but I set her back on her feet and finished unbuttoning my shirt. Tossing both the tux jacket and my shirt onto the floor, I moved to unfasten my belt, but Erica moved faster. I stiffened when her hands brushed against my length as she worked at the belt. I was far from shy with women, but I was shocked by how hard she made me with even the slightest touch. Thoughts fled from my mind as she unzipped my pants and freed me. I heard the intake of her breath when she saw me and knew she wasn’t disappointed.
I groaned as her hands ran over me, and had to grab her wrist to stop her. “This is going to be over too soon if you keep that up,” I growled.
Pressing her bare breasts against my chest, Erica stared up at me with fiery eyes. “I certainly don’t want that.” She was breathing hard and trembling with need. Her lips pressed against my chest, once, twice, working their way up to my collar bone where she sucked lightly until I was groaning again.
I drank her in until I couldn’t stand it any longer. Crushing her against me, I reached behind her and found the small zipper at the back of the dress and pulled it down. Stepping back, I watch the fabric fall from her body, leaving her standing before me in only a pair of white lace panties. She was perfect and I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anyone. Casting off the rest of my clothes, I moved toward her again, and reveled in the fire that sparked in her eyes.
Erica dug her fingers into my shoulders as we came together, pulling me as close as she could and claiming my mouth with hers. Nothing else mattered then. Grabbing her hips, I lifted her and laid her on the bed. I slid the lace panties down her legs, then followed her onto the bed and covered her body with mine. Erica moaned and ground her hips against mine when she felt me press against her. As much as I wanted to plunge into her and sate the hunger consuming me, I also wanted to make sure neither of us ever forgot this night.
As Erica’s fingers tangled in my hair, I began kissing my way down her neck, then over her breasts and down her sculpted stomach. She was quivering by the time my lips found her sex and she cried out when I claimed her with my mouth. Her fingers gripped my hair, guiding me and helping me bring her to the edge of ecstasy. When I pulled away, she whimpered and begged, “No, no, wait.”
Coming back up to her pouting mouth, I kissed her hard and deep. My length pressed between her thighs and she gasped. I was desperate for release, but not before I brought her to hers. Slowly, I pressed against her. Erica responded by rolling her hips, letting me feel how wet she was, how much she wanted me inside her. The feel of her heat tensed every muscle in my body. It took all my control not to move too fast. My size required finesse and I wanted Erica to remember every inch.
Erica’s nails dug into my back as I slowly entered her. Our breathing was ragged and my hands were fisted in the blankets as I continued to harden and swell. She was so tight and her body trembling beneath me was making me crazy. Finally, I couldn’t resist any longer and pushed the last few inches deep and fast. Erica’s eyes flew wide in surprise and she cried out as I fully filled her.
For a moment I worried I had hurt her, but then her eyes glazed and rolled back in pure pleasure and she pressed her hips against me, wanting more and ready to take everything I could give her. My blood rose and I couldn’t hold back any longer. Sliding one hand beneath her hips, I yanked her tight against me and groaned as she tightened around me to the point that I could barely move inside her.
“Oh my god,” Erica gasped. Her hands gripped my hips and begged me to keep moving, to give her what she wanted.
I’d never disappointed a woman, and Erica wouldn’t be the first. Pressing into her again, I slowly pulled back and fought to hold onto my composure as she moaned and tightened. Then I pushed back into her and the last of my control faded away. We moved together, desire and need consuming us as we forgot the rest of the world.
Our bodies were slick with sweat and neither of us could catch a solid breath. Our movements became frantic as our need piqued. Erica’s body tightened around mine as her climax built and I drove even deeper, harder. Her voice was ragged as she cried out and rode her climax, bringing me to mine as well. My release spilled into her, hot and desperate, leaving me utterly spent. But this would be my only chance with her, and there was no way I was only fucking her once. I was going to get my fill.
For a few seconds we just layed there unmoving, while trying to catch our breath. I couldn’t remember the last time I had come so hard, so quickly. Even crazier, I already wanted her again. I was still inside of her and I could feel myself growing ha
rd again. This woman had some kind of hold on me, she was underneath my skin.
I started moving again, drawing soft moans out of her.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I told her. Pushing myself up onto my elbows so I could see her face better, I noticed she was smiling, completely sated and happy.
“You up for another round?” I ghosted my lips against her ear.
“Hell yes,” she giggled, her eyes open now. I kissed her one more time before pushing up all the way. Grabbing her by the hips I flipped her around so she was lying on her stomach.
I caressed her perfectly shaped ass, appreciating every inch of her soft skin and how great she felt beneath my body, how perfect her globes fit in my palms I lowered my body onto hers so my chest was pressed up against her back and I could kiss her neck as I pushed inside of her from behind. She felt so good like this and her muffled moans into the pillow told me that she enjoyed it just as much. Time seemed to stand still, while I thrust into her elongating the moment. Snaking a hand beneath her body, my fingers found her swollen clit. It was hard, and practically pleading to be touched. The need to feel her come again, consumed me. Moving two fingers over the bud in a circular motion while deepening my thrust I felt her womb tightening.
“Holy...oh….” She moaned, her hands fisting the sheets, as her pussy quivered around me. Her orgasm ripped mine right out of my balls and without even realizing it I spilled myself deep inside her again.
Rolling off of her I tucked her into my side and we fell asleep together. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke, my hands seeking her out, needing to claim her again. So I did. I buried myself to the hilt, giving us both another release. When Erica passed out again I lay there my eyes lazily taking her in.
I had no idea what this woman was doing to me, all I knew was that I couldn’t get enough of her. The last thought I had before falling into a deep sleep was how I was going to have her again in the morning.
3
Erica
I woke slowly and turned my face into the pillow, wanting to go back to sleep. The slight movement woke a sense of soreness. The feeling rolled over my body and a smile slid onto my lips when I remembered the reason for the sensation. Despite Sophia’s teasing that I don’t get out enough, I had been with enough men to know that Rhett was someone I wouldn’t soon forget. Stretching slightly, I felt the delicious ache of a night filled with incredible sex.
That thought made my eyelids flutter open and I stared at the unfamiliar apartment. Shit. I hadn’t meant to stay over. We were both so spent, I’d all but passed out. Rhett must have as well. Irritated with myself for sleeping over the whole night, I held still and contemplated what to do.
Rhett was a master in bed, but I knew that was as far as it went with him. Sophia had complained about his behavior way too many times to have any expectation of something different. I didn’t even want anything more than that. The few times I’d met Rhett, I’d been attracted to him. Very attracted to him. He’d always had a woman with him, though. A different woman every time. Seeing him at the wedding without a date had been too tempting to resist.
After all the stories, I wanted to see what the infamous Rhett Banks had to offer.
I smiled, not at all disappointed that he’d lived up to his reputation when it came to sex.
Then my smile faded, because I knew he’d live up to his reputation outside the bedroom as well. I couldn’t imagine he’d be thrilled I slept over. The last thing I wanted to do was give him the impression I expected some kind of relationship now. Not even mind-blowing sex had changed my mind about that. I had too much going on in my life to bother with a boyfriend. Plus, I knew his kind all too well. I had fell for his type before and got seriously burned. Never again.
I also didn’t want to cause in problems with Sophia. She’d been my best friend all my life and I knew how frustrated she got with Rhett over his lifestyle, especially when it caused problems for Cody or his parents. Determined for that not to be the case here, I decided I was better off slipping out before Rhett woke up and never breathing a word about this to anyone.
Carefully, I slipped out from beneath the blankets and tiptoed around the room to find my clothes and shoes. I stared at the rumpled silver dress and wasn’t thrilled with the idea of having to wear it out of the apartment. Or on the ride home with a curious Uber driver. It pretty much screamed walk of shame. Then I remembered that I’d grabbed my bags from the church and my clothes from before the wedding were in them somewhere.
I crept toward the bedroom door to search for them, but something caught my attention. Turning to look, I noticed Rhett’s wallet had fallen from his tux pants. It had landed half-opened and the shiny wrapper of a condom packet stuck out from the top. The sight of it stole my breath. Oh my god. I’d had unprotected sex with Rhett Banks. God only knew how many women he’d been with. He had condoms in his wallet, but did he always use them? He hadn’t last night. Granted, neither of us had been thinking clearly at the time, but a sick feeling settled in the pit of my stomach.
Hurrying out of the room, I was suddenly desperate to get out of his apartment. I spotted my bags strewn across the space in front of the apartment door and rushed to them. I snatched jeans and a t-shirt out of a bag and shoved the dress and shoes in to replace them. I was dressed in a few seconds and was on the verge of panicking as I searched for my tennis shoes. A sound from the bedroom made me gasp and freeze. When I heard nothing else after a minute or two, I quietly tore into the bag again and almost broke down in tears when I found the shoes. I slipped them on as fast as I could and darted out into the hallway.
Racing for the elevator, I jabbed at the button multiple times and fished my cell phone out of my purse. It barely had ten percent battery remaining, but it was enough to request a ride. I rode the elevator down and practically sprinted from the building. Standing on the sidewalk, I finally sucked in a deep breath and blew it out slowly.
My thoughts raced as I waited for the driver to arrive. I considered my options and wasn’t thrilled with any of them. I knew it would be stupid to rely on blind trust that Rhett was clean. The idea of having to tell my doctor about this and get tested for STDs made me want to crawl into a hole, but it was the responsible thing to do. Thank God I was at least on birth control. I would really be freaking out otherwise.
The driver finally arrived and I jumped into the backseat with my bags. The young man started chatting with me immediately, distracting me from the thoughts racing through my head. I was almost disappointed when we reached my apartment and I had to get out and be alone with my thoughts again. I had to do it, though. After thanking the guy for the ride, I stepped out and dragged myself up to my tiny apartment. When I reached it, I let my head fall against the door, then bumped it against the wood several times.
I nearly fell on my face when the door suddenly opened. Strong hands caught me, and grabbed the bags from my arm. The shock that someone was in my apartment only lasted until the hands yanked me upright and I saw my brother staring at me with an amused expression.
“Forget your keys?” Jackson asked.
“No,” I snapped and pushed past him. “What are you doing here?”
“Left a few things at the church. Dad asked me to drop them by.” He tossed a small makeup bag on the coffee table, eyeing me. “Where’d you disappear to anyway?” His brow creased and things seemed to click in his mind. “And why are you just now getting home?”
“Thanks for bringing my stuff by,” I said as I brushed past him and made for the kitchen.
“Erica,” he said, his voice low and not very happy. “Did you go home with someone last night?”
I reached for a bag of coffee grounds, wondering how long I could fend him off. Not long, I quickly realized as his broad chest took up the space to my left.
“Who?” he demanded.
Busying myself with making coffee, I refused to answer him. It wasn’t any of his business. I didn’t question him about everyone he slept with. I
t would be a full-time job. He was as bad as Rhett in that regard. He had no right to judge me.
“Erica,” he snapped, the harsh tone of his voice making me flinch. “What happened?”
Maybe he saw the tremble in my hands, because he waited for me to finish starting the coffee before questioning me again. “Sis,” he said more softly then, “what happened last night?”
Forcing myself to face him, my shoulders dropped under his gaze. “I did something stupid.”
His brows rose, surprised but willing to hear me out.
“I slept with Rhett Banks.”
His jaw firmed. “And?”
“We didn’t use protection.”
Jackson’s face flushed red. “What the fuck, Erica? You know better than that!”
“I know!” I snapped. “It wasn’t a conscious decision, okay? It just kind of happened.”
“With Rhett Banks?” he demanded. “Why would you even let him near you? You know what kind of guy he is.”
I spun on him and glared. “A guy like you, you mean? Pot. Kettle. Black.”
His expression darkened and I knew I’d pissed him off. He deserved it and I refused to back down. “You’ve never made the same mistake?” I challenged.
“Never,” he seethed.
Unsure of whether or not to believe him, I was about to redirect the conversation when Jackson broke in.
“I’m going to punch him in the fucking mouth the next time I see him.”
Rolling my eyes, I turned my back on my brother. “It was my fault just as much as his. Neither one of us stopped to think about protection.”
“What did he say?”
I shrugged. “I left before we could discuss it.”
