Broken Dreams

by Kelly Elliott

  Gah, I just want to feel Reed’s lips on my body…everywhere.

  By the time the damn elevator doors opened, I was on fire and needing Reed more than ever, but Layton was still going on and on.

  I grabbed Reed’s hand and pulled him away. “Sorry, Layton. If you’ll excuse us, Reed has his husbandly duties to fulfill.”

  “Really, Court? I didn’t need that visual,” Whitley said.

  I turned around and walked backward as I smiled at Layton and Whitley.

  “Go take care of your wife, Layton,” I said.

  A smile spread across Layton’s face. “With pleasure, Mrs. Moore,” he said as he reached down and swept Whitley off her feet. He began carrying her back to their room as she laughed and kept telling him to put her down.

  When I turned around, I was pretty sure I had a goofy-ass grin on my face.

  Reed was just about to put the key into the slot when he lifted my chin. “What’s with the big smile?”

  “Layton called me Mrs. Moore, and it sounded so wonderful,” I said as I felt the stupid tears building in my eyes again.

  “Well, I’m glad to hear you love it so much since I intend on you keeping that name for the rest of your life. Now, let’s get on with these husbandly duties I have to fulfill.”

  Reed reached down and picked me up, and I let out a small scream. He opened the door and carried me in while giving me a sweet, soft kiss. The smell of all the roses in the room was intoxicating. He brought me into the bedroom and set me down on the edge of the bed.

  “I really love that wedding dress, but it has to come off now.”

  The flood of wetness between my legs caused me to let out a whimper. I couldn’t wait to feel him moving in and out of me, and I was more than ready for it. He got down and took off one of my shoes. He brought my foot up to him and began rubbing it before making his way up my leg. I instinctively spread my legs wider for him, and he let out a moan when his fingers made their way into my panties.

  Reed closed his eyes and said, “Damn…you’re always so wet and ready, Court.”

  I dropped my head back. “Only for you.”

  He pulled his fingers away too soon, and I let out a huff.

  He slowly moved his hands down my other leg and removed my other shoe. “I want to taste you on my lips.”

  I could hardly stand it. I wanted to reach down and touch myself, but then he reached for my hands and pulled me into a standing position.

  “Turn around, angel.”

  I slowly turned around, but I kept looking at him over my shoulder.

  He reached up and placed his hands on my shoulders as he whispered, “So beautiful.”

  I looked straight ahead and tried to keep my thoughts from going crazy. Something about Reed talking like that turned me on even more. He began unzipping my dress, and I felt the goose bumps all over my body.

  “This dress looked so amazing on you, Courtney…so incredibly amazing.”

  I closed my eyes and smiled. The moment I had seen the dress, I’d known I wanted it. I’d been lucky enough that a bridal store in Tahoe had the damn thing, and I’d gotten even luckier that they had it in my size. I’d only needed a few simple alterations on it. The dress was an Alfred Angelo embroidered lace princess-line dress. The dropped waist and high-low hemline hugged my curves in all the right places. I paired the dress with a pair of Louboutins that I’d worn after the ceremony. I’d accessorized the dress with white pearl drop earrings that Whitley had bought for me and a pearl necklace that was my grandmother’s.

  Reed let the dress drop, and when he let out a gasp, I wanted to hug myself. I was wearing a light baby-blue corset with matching baby-blue thongs. I slowly turned around, and the hungry look in Reed’s eyes had me wanting to do a fist pump.

  “I, um…I take it this is your something blue?” Reed said as his eyes moved up and down my body before locking on to my eyes.

  I knew the light blue in the corset would make my blue eyes pop even more, and when Reed sucked in a breath of air, I knew I was well on my way to driving him crazy.

  “Your something new?” He took his index finger and traced along the top edge of the corset, barely touching my breasts in the process.

  My breathing became slightly unsteady as I said, “The earrings.”

  He leaned down and kissed along the exposed part of my breasts, which Whitley had said were practically pushed up to my chin.

  “Something old?” he whispered against my skin.

  I sucked in a breath of air and replied, “The, um…the necklace. It was my grandmother’s.”

  He slowly began unclasping each hook on the corset, and I had to admit defeat. Here I was, wanting to drive him insanely crazy, and he was turning the tables on me.

  “Something borrowed?” He pulled my corset down, cupped one of my breasts, and brought my nipple into his mouth.

  He sucked on it so hard that I let out a whimper.

  Shit on a brick. My breast is so tender.

  I let out a long, soft moan as I ran my hands through his hair, pushing his head down. I needed his lips to ease the throbbing between my legs.

  He stopped and looked up at me. “Courtney…”

  I was so lost in the passion that I could hardly think. “Yes?”

  “Your something borrowed, baby?” he said in the most seductive voice.

  “Oh God…Reed…please. Please touch me.”

  He continued to unclasp the last few hooks, and once the corset fell open and dropped to the floor, I let out a sigh of relief.

  “Thank God. That bitch was so fucking tight.”

  Reed laughed against my sensitive skin, causing a chill to run across my whole body. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in my panties as he blew hot air against them.

  “Please,” I begged.

  He placed his hands on my stomach, and I snapped my eyes open and looked down at him.

  “You haven’t told me your something borrowed yet, Court.”

  “Um…my, um…it’s…”

  The way he was rubbing his hand on my stomach was causing my mind to race in a million different directions. I was so turned-on, but just this sweet, small gesture had me almost dropping to my knees to tell him how much I loved him.

  “Wait, what was the question?” I asked as I looked into his beautiful blue eyes.

  They were almost the same color as my corset right now.

  Reed smiled and kissed my stomach, never taking his eyes from mine. “Something borrowed?”

  “Right. The hair comb in my hair. Whitley wore it in her hair when she got married.”

  As soon as I finished talking, he ripped my lace thongs off and pushed me back onto the bed. I didn’t even have time to recover from how fucking hot it was seeing him rip off my panties before his face was buried between my legs, and his tongue was moving in and out of my body.

  Holy fucking shit.

  Reed was the only man who had given me oral sex, and right now, I was so damn happy about that. To know this was one thing only he would ever give me filled my body with such passion. I grabbed on to his hair and held him as I began thrusting my hips against his face.

  “Yes! Oh God, yes!” I screamed out as my orgasm hit me.

  I wasn’t sure what Reed was doing differently, but he did something that made it feel like an orgasm hit on top of my current orgasm.

  “Oh my God!” I yelled out as I almost came off the bed. “What? What…are you…doing? Don’t stop! Reed…oh God.”

  My head was thrashing back and forth, and I was experiencing the longest, most intense orgasm of my life. Everything was clenching down, and my legs even felt like they were tingling. I never wanted it to stop, but at the same time, I almost needed it to stop because it was so intense.

  It took a few moments or so to even realize that Reed had moved me up the bed, and he was now making love to me. He was moving so slow and gentle when I finally came back to my senses. I wrapped my legs around him and lost myself again in his swe
et passion. He covered my face in kiss after kiss as he whispered how much he loved me. The slower he moved in and out, the more love I felt between us. I’d never imagined it would be this wonderful, this amazing, and this breathtaking.

  “Reed…” I whispered.

  He quietly said my name as he poured himself into my body.

  When I opened my eyes, the room was completely dark. Reed and I were wrapped all around each other, and the sound of him breathing made me smile. Then, I thought about my orgasm and Reed making love to me. I tried to work myself out of the tangled mess of arms and legs without waking Reed up. Somehow, I managed, and I tiptoed into the bathroom. I took one look at the bathtub and let out a low moan.

  “Oh God, to soak in that would be heaven,” I whispered.

  “Do you want me to start it for you?” Reed wrapped his arms around me.

  I smiled and shook my head. “What time is it? We should check to see if Layton and Whitley have called.” I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. I just wanted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

  Reed’s eyes locked with mine, and we both smiled at the same time.

  My smile faded some as I thought about the question I’d wanted to ask Reed since I told him last night I was pregnant. “I know we’ve moved fast, and now, we’re married and going to have a baby and all. Are you upset that we didn’t get more time to be together, just you and me?” I asked.

  His smile faded for one brief second before it reappeared, and this time, it was bigger. He slowly shook his head. “I’m not going to lie. I would have loved being just a couple for a little bit longer. There were so many places I wanted to take you and things I wanted to do with you. I think the key will be making sure we spend time alone together after the baby is born. I don’t mean like taking off for weeks at a time, but we just need to make sure we get in some…alone time.” He raised his eyebrows.

  I let out a giggle. “Well, ya know…it takes nine months, and I’m not that far along, so I bet we have a good eight months to enjoy each other.”

  Reed threw his head back and laughed. “Damn, I have a hell of a lot to show you and do with you in the next eight months.” He tapped the tip of my nose with his index finger.

  He was just about to lean down to kiss me when the phone in the room rang.

  “Shit!” Reed turned and made his way to the phone.

  After I used the bathroom, I headed out into the living room area where Reed was still on the phone.

  He looked up at me and asked, “Are you hungry, baby? Do you want to get dinner first?”

  I nodded my head like a crazed person. I was starving.

  Reed hung up the phone, stood up, and made his way over to me. “Apparently, Whitley is hungry enough to eat Tink, so she needs food immediately.”

  I let out a laugh. “It’s all that sex they’re having. Jesus, I’ve never heard of two people who have sex as much as they do.” I spun around and headed into the bedroom to get dressed.

  “Gross, I didn’t need that image in my head. I’m still trying to get the image of them in the truck out of my head.”

  I stopped and turned toward my husband. “In the truck? Having sex? When?”

  Reed slipped on a pair of jeans as he tilted his head as if he was thinking hard. He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe right after they got together. Oh yeah, it was the day Layton gave Tink to Whitley.”

  I let out a gasp and put my hands on my hips. “What? She had truck sex with Layton, and that bitch didn’t tell me about it?”

  Reed looked at me like I was crazy. “Um…I guess so? Does it matter?”

  I walked my naked ass over to my suitcase, flung it open, and looked for the perfect dress to wear. There it is—my favorite strapless blue dress, the one that fits me like a glove. Oh…I think I’ll go sans panties as well. I hugged myself and smiled as I thought about how Reed was going to flip when he saw me in this dress and my cowboy boots.

  Now, back to the matter at hand. “Yes, it matters. She’s my best friend. She should have told me she had sex in the truck and that you caught them. You know what this means, don’t you?”

  Reed pulled a green T-shirt over his head and looked at me.

  Holy shit.

  It was tight on him and showed every inch of his muscles. I moved my eyes up and down his body, and when they landed on his messy dark brown hair, I sucked in a breath. I loved when he had that just-fucked look to his hair. I licked my lips as I looked back at his chest. He had the perfect muscular body.

  Oh Lord, and his tattoos drive me crazy. On more than one occasion, I’d traced them with my fingers and my tongue.

  “Court? Hello? Earth to Courtney? Where are you?”

  I let out a sigh and said, “Lost in your hotness.”

  He laughed as he slipped on his cowboy boots, stood up straight, and winked at me.

  Bam, just like that, and he was ready to go, looking all hot and shit.

  Damn him.

  He walked up to me and cupped each of my breasts, and I let out a gasp.

  “Oh my gosh, they’re so sore.”

  As he began sucking on one of my nipples, I totally lost my train of thought. He sucked one hard and pulled back until he made a popping sound with his mouth. He peeked up at me as he was about to move to the other nipple.

  I quickly shook my head and pushed him away. “Okay, stop. I need to think, and I can’t think with you being all sexy and everything.”

  He held up his hands as he stood up straight and then moved to sit down on the bed. I pulled the dress over my head and went to say something, but Reed cut me off.

  “Whoa. Hold up for a second. You don’t have a bra on.”

  Confused, I looked down at the dress and then back up at him. “So? I never wear a bra with this dress.”

  Reed stood up and started going through my suitcase.

  “What are you doing?” I asked as I tried to push him away.

  “I’m looking for a goddamn bra. Your nipples are showing through that thing.”

  I looked down and smiled. “That’s because you just turned me on by sucking on them, you dipshit.”

  His mouth dropped open. “Well, I plan on turning you on a lot tonight, so no, I don’t want other men seeing my wife’s nipples.”

  Oh, wow. Oh my. Hearing him call me his wife did things to me.

  I slowly smiled as I began playing with my nipples through the fabric of the dress. “So, you wouldn’t want me to do this while we are at the club?”

  His eyes widened, and he licked his lips. “Court, you better stop, or I’m going to take you right here.”

  The rush of wetness I felt between my legs caused me to moan. “God, I’m so horny all of a sudden,” I purred as Reed took a step closer to me. Then, I remembered what I was going to say.

  I held up my hands and yelled, “Stop!”

  He immediately stopped and said, “What?”

  “I remembered what I was going to say. You know what this means—Whitley having public sex in Layton’s truck and not telling me? I need to one-up her.”

  Reed looked at me, confused. “Huh? What do you mean, one-up her?”

  I looked at him with a serious face. “We have to have public sex…in a better place than she did.”

  “What?”

  I nodded and quickly took off the dress. I reached into my suitcase, pulled out a strapless bra, and put it on. When I glanced over at Reed, he was standing there with his mouth hanging open. I slipped the dress back on, hoping he wouldn’t notice that I hadn’t put on panties.

  “So, be on the lookout tonight for a good place.” I made my way into the bathroom where I sprayed on some perfume.

  When I walked back into the bedroom, Reed still had his mouth hanging open. He closed his eyes and shook his head.

  “No. Absolutely not. No way.” He ran his hand through his beautifully messy hair.

  “What do you mean, no way? Yeah, we are. We are having public sex tonight, and you will enjoy
it, damn it!” I said as I slipped on a pair of high heels, deciding I needed to sex it up for him if I was going to make this work. I quickly swept up my hair and pulled down a few strands, so it looked almost the same as it had during the ceremony.

  Reed walked over to me, grabbed my arm, and spun me around. His beautiful blue eyes were searching my face for any signs that I was kidding. When he didn’t find any, he let out a sigh. “Courtney, I’m not fucking my pregnant wife in public. No way in hell is that going to happen.”

  Aww…he looks so cute when he’s frustrated…if only he knew how wrong he is. Play it cool, Court. You got this.

  I slowly put my finger in my mouth and bit down on it as I looked at him with sad puppy eyes. “Reed, come on. You don’t think it would be sexy as hell to have sex in public? We don’t know any of these people.”

  For one brief second, I thought I had him convinced when his eyes filled with lust, and he looked my body up and down. Then, he closed his eyes and shook his head quickly as if he was trying to clear an image from his brain.

  “No! No, Court, I don’t think that would be sexy as hell.” He turned, grabbed his watch, and put it on as he mumbled something about me being crazy, and it was a good thing he loved me so much.

  I smiled and gave myself a quick hug, thinking about how I was going to get him so hot and bothered tonight he would be begging for me. He turned around and looked at me, waiting for me to agree.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “Fine, if that’s the way you want to be.” I reached for my clutch and innocently smiled at him.

  “Thank God. Jesus, Court, you freaked me out there for a few seconds. I’m glad you came to your senses.”

  He placed his hand on the small of my back, causing goose bumps to invade my skin. I smiled as we made our way out the door.

  Oh, Mr. Moore…clearly, you don’t know your wife very well.

  The club in the hotel was unbelievably packed with people. Layton was guarding Whitley like a hawk, and it didn’t help that Whitley was in a dancing mood.

  I glanced over at Whitley and Courtney talking. I couldn’t help but smile when I thought back to dinner when Courtney had tried like hell to play with me under the table. She looked at me and smiled as I smiled back at her. I knew what she was up to.