by Vivian Wood
A couple of ladies burst into spontaneous applause, making my cheeks burn.
“Give him another pie!” an older lady hoots.
I demur, wiping the cream from my face. “I just wanted to open the gates!” I exclaim, red-faced. “Now please, throw some pies at this man.”
“It is for a good cause…” Luca says to the crowd, laughing.
After that, we have a good steady business. Lots of ladies come up to our booth and have me snap photos of them as they chuck whipped cream at Luca. So many, in fact, that we run out of pies in just over two and a half hours.
Which is good, because Luca has to leave shortly after that for work. Before he does though, I help him clean the whipped cream off of himself. I wipe a smudge from his eyebrow, thinking to myself that I’m glad that he came today.
Luca looks at me, taking my hand and bringing it down to cup his jaw. “Have you forgiven me officially yet?”
My lips curl upward. I brush my thumb along his jaw, looking him in the eyes. “I suppose so.”
He bites his bottom lip, his eyes shining. “Good.”
He kisses me one more time, then stands to leave. “There is a late-night party at the bar tonight. We’re all dressing up in costume. You should come, if you want.” He gives me a once over, his eyes lingering on my body. It seems like his gaze heats up my bare skin. “I’d like it if you were there.”
Then with that, he turns and heads out, carrying his leather jacket so that it doesn’t touch his whipped-cream covered body. I sit on the corner of my booth table, watching him and sighing.
I shouldn’t go to the bar later and yet… I know I will.
25
Luca
The bar is busy as fuck around eleven p.m. People are dressed in whatever costumes they feel like: Owen came as the vice president, Bradford is dressed in short-shorts and a tied up gingham shirt as Daisy Duke, and I’ve donned a set of fake pointy teeth as a member of the Lost Boys. Everyone else is in costume too, standing in the bar right now as a mix of clowns, sexy nurses, and a weird number of adult bumblebees.
The party is a success, maybe almost too much of one. It gets so hectic that I step behind the bar and start filling drink orders, my head down, bobbing along to the dance music we have on in the background.
But really, in the back of my mind, I’m just wondering where Cate is. I’m pretty sure she’ll come, but I’ve been wrong before.
Especially about girls who pique my interest in the exact way that Cate does. My thoughts sour for a moment as Madisyn pops into my head.
I was really into Madisyn and she played me like a well-strung violin. Cate seems different than Syn, but… maybe I just pick women that want something from me. After all, I’ve kept Cate close by offering her money…
Bile hits the back of my throat. Could I have set myself up for failure here?
Cate slides behind the bar, hip checking me. “Hey!”
I glance up at her. My eyes widen when I see what she’s wearing.
A tiny red plaid skirt, an oversized white men’s button up that’s tied up at her waist, gray knee socks. I can see a flash of her belly button… and I can almost see her ass in the short tartan skirt. And the kicker is that her dark hair is in two neat plaits.
“You’re a Catholic schoolgirl?” I blurt out, unable to take my eyes off of her.
She blushes. “Yeah. I mean, Luna helped me pick it out.” She toys with her shirt. “I hope you don’t mind, I borrowed your dress shirt.”
I give her a steely look. “Hold on.”
For three quarters of a minute, I have to focus on finishing the drink order in front of me. I look at the ticket again, cracking two beers and pouring out a measure of tequila.
Then I push the drinks across the bar to the waiting patron. He tries to give me his card but I wave him off. “It’s on the house. No charge.”
“Oh, sweet. Cheers!” he says, but I’ve already turned away. I find Cate pulling a rack glasses out of the dishwasher.
Coming up behind her, I grab her hips and pull her ass back against my hips.
She shoots me a look. “Are we not working, then?”
She straightens up so I lean down, whispering in her ear. “God, I hope not. Because I’m going to have trouble paying attention to anything that doesn’t involve your legs, your tits, and your ass.”
Her cheeks go pink. “Is that right?”
“Unquestionably,” I murmur. My lips graze her ear and she shivers as she looks up at me.
“What will we do, then?”
Her words are a suggestion, or maybe a challenge. But I’m not ready to give up and go hide in my office with her. Not yet.
For the next little bit, she’s my wife. I want to show her off some.
Plus, I have a good feeling that dancing and drinking may have a certain kind of effect on her. Pressing her against my body as we move on the dance floor might be a new kind of foreplay, if I do it right.
And I intend to do it perfectly. I kiss Cate’s ear and then spin her in my arms. “Let’s get a drink first. Then I think the dance floor is calling.”
Cate looks surprised. “We are going to dance?”
“As surely as we are going to fuck later.” I smirk. “Here, let me get us drinks.”
I pour her a glass of champagne and grab a whiskey for myself. Then I take her hand and lead her out from behind the bar.
As soon as we move toward the dance floor, the beat of the bass vibrating in my ears, we run into Luna.
Literally run into… her blonde head turns and her eyes widen a bit as she takes us both in, her gaze lingering on our clasped hands. She’s dressed as a witch, wearing a little black dress and clutching a drink in one hand and a broomstick in the other.
“Look at you two!” she says, smirking.
“You look…” I narrow my eyes on her dress. “Like you’re wearing as little as you can get away with.”
Luna rolls her eyes. “And you are what, some sort of guy wearing dark clothes so that you didn’t have to try anything out of your comfort zone?” She chuckles. “Please.”
Drawing myself up to my full height, I pull Cate a little closer. “I’m one of the Lost Boys.” I gesture to my mouth. “See the teeth?”
Luna pulls a face and looks to Cate. “Honestly, how do you even live with my brother? He thinks he’s too cool for school.”
Cate goes red, glancing at me. “I mean… we’re not, like…”
She tries to tug her hand from mine, but I hold onto it. “Luna is just being silly. I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it.”
Luna smiles. “It’s true, I was just talking trash.” Someone catches her eye from across the room, a tall dark haired guy in medical scrubs. “Oh, that’s my boss. I need to ask him about the schedules for next week. Catch you guys later…”
Cate raises her eyebrows at Luna’s receding figure. “That was very odd.”
I start to pull her toward the dance floor. “I’m not really worried about it, to be perfectly honest.”
Cate favors me with a look. “No?”
I shake my head, pulling her into my arms and moving slowly with the rhythm. “Nope.”
She smiles up at me. “Well, if you’re not worried…”
She sways with me, sipping her champagne. I drop my free hand to her back and press her up against my body, smiling as I take a drink from my glass. She snakes a hand around my neck, her fingers warm against my bare skin.
It feels good to be this close, to feel her tits rubbing against my chest, her abdomen and thighs brushing against my cock. But what feels better than that is the way that she looks at me just now. Her head thrown back, a smile tugging at her lips, her eyes sparkling.
Damn. If she looked at me like this more often, I would probably do anything she asked. I would go into battle for her if she asked me right now. I’m like a lovelorn teenager or something.
She finishes her glass of champagne and breaks away from my body to put the empty glass down
on a table. I shoot the rest of my whiskey and do the same. Then my hands are free to pull her close, her little body soft against mine.
She stares up at me with those dark eyes, her brow smooth and unworried. “You’re a good dancer.”
I grin down at her, gripping her waist. “You sound surprised. I’m good at nearly anything I put my mind to.”
Her lips quirk. “Yes, you do seem to be good at a lot of things.”
Bending down close to her ear, I whisper. “I’m not the only one who is good at things. I think we’re both very skilled in certain areas.”
Her breath stops for a second. She turns her head, looking at me, her expression practically dripping sex. “Oh yeah?”
“Oh, yeah.” I chuckle. “And you know what they say… practice makes perfect…”
Cate surprises me by pushing up onto her tiptoes and kissing me. It’s no coy kiss either; long and deep, it invites me to do much more.
My hands find her waist. I sigh against her lips, growing frustrated that I can’t just bend her back and strip her right here.
Cate leans against my torso, reaching up to be kissed. My office isn’t that far away. We can have a modicum of privacy there, enough that even Cate probably won’t have anything to say.
I turn her around, ready to start walking her back towards the office. I look up, glancing directly into Madisyn’s crying face.
“Oh, Luca!” she sobs. Completely ignoring the fact that I’m holding Cate, she latches onto my arm, seeming to have trouble standing up.
And fool that I am, I let go of Cate to steady Madisyn. Cate steps back, her expression guarded. I look down at Madisyn, who flattens herself against my body with a howl.
“He’s such a bastard!” Madisyn cries.
“Err…” I try to create some distance between the two of us, but Madisyn acts like she’s suctioned to my body. “Get off of me, Syn.”
Madisyn just starts bawling harder and clinging to me more insistently. “He did me wrong, Luca! Reggie cheated on me! You should go beat him up…”
Making a face, I force Madisyn to step back. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about, Syn.”
I glance toward Cate. She’s biting her lip with a frown, just beginning to turn away. “Cate, don’t go anywhere.”
Cate shoots me a glare and then heads back toward the bar. I need to get rid of Syn, as soon as possible. Otherwise, I’m afraid that Cate will leave the party altogether.
Or worse, she’ll pack her shit and leave my house.
“Madisyn, what the fuck?” I complain. “You just alienated my…” I stop, fumbling for what Cate is. “Stop cock blocking me.”
Madisyn wipes at her mascara which is running down her cheeks. “But Reggie cheated on me! And I know that you are still hung up on me—”
A sharp bark of laughter escapes me. “No, I’m not. Now if you’ll excuse me—”
Madisyn digs her nails into my arm. “You aren’t over me. No one is ever over losing the best thing that’s ever happened to them. And I am definitely that for you.”
She tries to kiss me then, ignoring my body language. “Madisyn, stop!” I push her away, anger boiling up from somewhere deep inside. “I don’t want to kiss you. And by the way, you weren’t the best thing I’ve ever had. If anything, you leaving was better.”
She screws up her face, rage showing in her eyes. “Luca, you better be careful how you talk to me. I swear, one more word and I won’t take you back…”
Her chest heaves. She looks like some kind of demented clown, trying to clutch at my arm.
I shake my head and start to back away. “You’re not listening. I don’t want you, Syn. I’m happier without you. Now I’ve got to go and find my… my wife.”
Madisyn grimaces as I turn and walk away. “Don’t you dare leave, Luca! Luca!! I won’t come back…”
I put my head down and keep moving through the crowd of partiers, looking for Cate. I spot her dark head disappearing into the back hallway and I speed up.
I have to catch her before she tries to leave.
26
Luca
“Cate!” I call out. I walk down the darkened back hallway, spying her as she pushes the door to the parking lot open.
She turns around in the doorway, her dark eyes fiery. “What? What could you possibly say to me right now?”
“I didn’t want that,” I say, gesturing to the front of the bar. “I had no way of knowing Madisyn would be here.”
Her lips pull into a frown. “So what, she just showed up?”
I sidle closer to her until I close the gap between us. She shivers and licks her lips, gazing up at me. I widen the opening of the door by placing my hand over our heads. “I swear. I didn’t want her to. I told her to fuck off.”
I scan her face, trying to guess what she’s thinking. Her brow is knitted. She’s sucked her lip between her teeth and stares at me.
I can hear my heart beating in the silence between us.
“Luca,” she exhales at last. “I need more than this.”
I reach out, gently grabbing her hip and pulling her body towards mine. “More than this?”
Cate puts her hands up and pushes at my chest. “Yes, Luca.” Her eyes bore holes into my face. “I thought that something purely physical would be enough, but it isn’t.”
I see just the beginning of tears forming in her eyes. Gripping her waist more firmly, I try to placate her fears.
“This isn’t just physical,” I say.
Her breath leaves her in a huff. “It isn’t?”
Shaking my head slowly, I back her up, pushing the door wide with our bodies. “Nope. It’s a lot more than that and I think you know it.”
I expect her to ask more questions. Or maybe I’m dreading the moment when she asks me to define just what our relationship is, I don’t know.
But she doesn’t say anything.
Her dark eyes are large and mesmerizing, her face sweetly heart shaped. I cup the side of her face in one hand, pushing back some of her wild hair. Her lips are luscious and inviting, and they part ever so slightly when my gaze drops to look at them.
I don’t honestly know whether I move first or she does, but we both surge forward. My lips find hers, hesitating at first. But once I get the taste of her in my mouth, the scent of her in my nose, I go wild.
Then there is nothing gentle about the way that I grab her, hauling her up against me. I’m already hard for her, imagining the sweet satisfaction that I’m about to find at the apex of her thighs. My tongue seeks hers and she opens her mouth to me, urging me on.
Cate makes this sound, a mewling sound, but more guttural. The sound makes the fine hair on the back of my neck stand up and my whole body tingles for a second. I pull her body up against mine, rubbing her tits across my chest. She moans and wraps her legs around my torso.
Fuck, she feels so good. Far better than I could ever imagine. I carry her back towards my car, trying to figure out how I’m going to get her back to my house. It seems impossible to put her down and calmly drive somewhere else, but I can’t just have sex with her here in the parking lot, either.
She starts to kiss my neck, sucking hard on my earlobe. My eyes roll into the back of my head for the briefest moment and I stumble. Cate seems totally unworried about our surroundings.
Maybe she’s completely oblivious to my thought process about how I can fuck her the fastest. But when I get to my car, pressing her against the driver’s side door, she looks up at me. Her eyes are filled with the same impatient lust as mine.
“Take me right here, right now,” she demands, her voice low and throaty. “I need you, Luca.”
Lust fills my veins like lead. Her words are the balm I’ve needed for so long; it feels like it’s been eons since I’ve been inside her, instead of weeks.
Still, I shake my head. “No. Not here.”
“Yes,” she whispers in my ear. She grabs my hand, pulling it down her body, until I’m touching the front of her
panties. They’re damp, soaked by her need. Her words turn pleading. “Now. In the car. I need you inside me right now.”
At the same time, she reaches down between us, feeling the outline of my cock through my pants.
Fuck. It’s hard to think, hard to speak. Especially when she pleads so sweetly for me to fuck her.
I pull out the keys and unlock the car. She puts her feet down and wriggles a little bit to try to pull on the door handle.
“Uh uh,” I say, my eyes burning into hers. I step back, leaving her looking at me with a note of shock on her face. She thinks I’m turning down sex, which is almost funny. “If you need it as badly as you say, get your ass in the back and fold the seats down. I need room to work.”
Her eyes widen a bit, but she hurries around to the very back of the car, opening the gate. I don’t give her any space or time. I’m right on her heels, watching her as she puts the seats down.
As soon as she makes the back seat flat, I give her a little push. “Get inside,” I order.
I get immense pleasure out of watching her miles of fantastic legs and ass as she scurries into the back of the Porsche. I climb in the back, pulling down the gate behind me.
It’s still a little crowded, being that I’m almost six and a half feet tall. But when she gets herself turned around, biting her lip and looking up at me, I suddenly feel that same urgency as I felt earlier.
And when Cate starts to undress, pulling her shirt up over her head, that urgency takes over. I pull my shirt off too, lying down.
“Get your panties off,” I growl. “I want you to ride me, right fucking now.”
She looks at me with those wide, innocent eyes and starts to unzip her skirt.
“No. Leave it on,” I tell her. “And take the panties off. Don’t make me tell you again.”
I unzip my own pants as she shimmies her panties down her legs, kicking them off with her shoes. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my boxer briefs, shoving them and my pants down to the middle of my thighs.
My cock springs free, long and thick, the tip of it already slick with precum. Cate’s hand is on my cock instantly, her fist closing around it.
