Kissing Booth

by River Laurent

  “I think we could all use a drink,” I announce.

  Dani nods. Her jaw is clenched tight. She’s obviously not aware how deep under Charlotte’s skin she’s already gotten. But knowing her, she would never see herself in Charlotte’s league and wouldn’t believe it, and just change the subject.

  “Jack and ginger. Make it two,” I request from the bartender.

  Dani looks surprised.

  “You’ll like it. Trust me. If you don’t, by all means, toss it, but you look like you need something strong.”

  “Does it show?” She laughs shakily.

  I respond by pulling her into me to the point where our bodies touch in too many places. She’s so warm, sweet, and supple. She trembles a little, which only makes my blood pump harder. Faster. Until I can’t hear anything but the pounding in my ears.

  When I lean in, I brush my lips against her ear and can feel the shiver running through her. Holy shit, this is testing the limits of my control in ways nothing else ever has. “Remember what I said. How gorgeous you are. How you deserve to feel sexy.” My arm tightens around her waist in a vice. “And how I plan to keep you this close all night. Because tonight, you’re mine.”

  Her eyes widen and her mouth opens in a soft gasp.

  I smile slowly. She’s not quite as immune to me as she makes out.

  Chapter 26

  Dani

  What is he doing to me? Driving me crazy, that’s what.

  It’s not even fair. How can I keep separating what he’s saying and doing, and what we’re actually in this for? Because he is too darn convincing and it’s getting harder and harder for me to not get my heart involved. I sort of want to remind him that he doesn’t have to try so hard to make us look believable, but I also want to crawl into his lap and stay there.

  It’s complicated.

  Real complicated.

  Ugh…I wish he wasn’t so darn right about the drink too. It’s exactly what I need. Why does he have to be right about everything, always? If he were wrong every once in a while, it would make him seem a little more human, a little less perfect. To date, the only thing that makes him even the slightest bit relatable is the way he’s still hung up on his ex. Strange considering she happens to be the most dreadful harpy I’ve ever met.

  I look up at him from under my lashes. He’s saying something to Mark. Is that creature really the kind of woman he goes for? I wish I could get Mark alone for a few minutes and ask him. He seems like a good guy. Fun, charming, playful with gently tanned skin. And he looks like a west coaster too, with his blond hair and piercing eyes. Almost as handsome as Brock, but in a different way.

  My eyes look for and find Charlotte as she weaves her way through the crowd of guests, dragging Trent behind her and laughing that shrill laugh of hers. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was on his way to the dentist for a root canal tomorrow night, instead of getting married to the woman he loves. I guess that’s the way marriage goes for people like him and her. They run in the same circles and have to marry within the circle or they’ll feel as if they’ve married beneath them. Nevermind, they have nothing in common with each other as people or they’re not hot for each other.

  I turn my attention back to Brock. He’s nodding and there is so much intelligence in his face. Could he really be in love with her? It seems almost unbelievable. He seems too smart and sophisticated not to be able to see through her act. I mean he saw right through me on our first meeting. Maybe she’s really incredible in bed or something? Is that his Achilles heel? But are men really that stupid? Does sex blind them so much that they can’t recognize a twenty-four-carat bitch when she shimmies up to them and treats them like a piece of shit?

  “Catch you later,” Brock says to Mark and turns to me. “What are you thinking about?” he asks, touching my bare shoulder.

  I feel almost naked in this dress, no matter how sexy it is or how far his eyes popped out of his head when he first saw me in it, I’m not used to baring this much skin. “About how unreal this is,” I lie with a shaky laugh. “This time last week, I was cleaning apartments and planning to do the same thing for the foreseeable future. But here I am. In this fine hotel, this high society party, in this wildly expensive designer dress…with you.”

  “Life can turn on a dime,” he agrees.

  “I’m still not entirely sure why you have me here with you,” I confess. It must be the liquor loosening my tongue. I have to remember to take it easy, no matter how tasty it is. Drinking isn’t my forte. I lose my tight control very fast and the last thing I need is to get drunk and make a big mistake.

  “What do you mean?”

  I shrug. “I don’t think Charlotte believes you would be with someone like me.”

  “Trust me, I didn’t make a mistake. You’re so perfect you’ve got Charlotte dying to scratch your eyes out.” He allows his fingers to trail down my arm, raising goosebumps.

  I wish I could lean against him, absorb his touch, and ask him to take me upstairs. Oh, I want nothing more than to do that. There’s an almost discernable pain in my chest I want it so much. “But what difference does it make? It’s obvious she’s miserable with this guy.” I have to lean in close and murmur in his ear to be heard without giving us away, but it’s not exactly a hardship. His cologne alone is enough to make my inner thighs tingle.

  “You think so?” he replies, his voice deep and resonant, stirring the hairs on the back of my neck until they stand up.

  Does he have any idea what he’s doing to me?

  “You don’t see it?” I straighten and scan the room for her. I find her fast. It’s hard to miss her in her skin-tight white dress. Like we need the reminder that she’s the bride. The smile plastered on her face looks about as real as her hair extensions—admittedly, they’re pretty high-quality, but they’re clearly not the real deal. Nobody has hair like that, so thick and wild. That tamed-yet-untamed look. Actually, everything about her is a fake.

  “You think she’s pining away with love for me?”

  I turn back to look at him. One corner of his sensuous lips curls upwards. I would if I were in her Jimmy Choos. Then again, I wouldn’t let him get away from me in the first place. I stare up into his beautiful eyes. Again, I have a sensation of déjà vu. Which is really weird.

  One eyebrow arches. He’s waiting for my answer.

  Gosh, I wish I didn’t feel like this. I wish standing so close to him with his hand on my back and the scent of his cologne playing on my senses, didn’t turn me into such a fool. I wish I could be stronger than I am, but I don’t think I can. I’m only human, and he’s—him. The most irresistible man I ever laid eyes on.

  I clear my throat. “If she has half a brain in her head, she should,” I say. It has to be the drink. I would never say something like that if I were sober.

  “Dance with me.”

  “What?” Of all the ways he could respond, that was the last one I would’ve expected. The music is light, a sort of nondescript, inoffensive dance tune, and a few couples are already taking a turn on the floor.

  “Let’s dance. Isn’t that what people who are in love do?”

  I blink at him. Oh, God. In love? “Um…”

  “Come on. You can show me some of your dance moves.” He takes my hand and leads me across the room.

  I don’t dare protest or make a scene. Besides, the thought of having an excuse to be so close to him is exciting. When we reach the dance floor and he turns to pull me into an embrace, I stand on tiptoe to speak into his ear, “Exactly how much do we have to play this up?”

  His eyes flash when they meet mine, and the closest thing to an electrical current I can imagine runs up my spine. I’m his. He doesn’t know it. He can never know it. I even wish it weren’t true, because there’s no way this will end well. In spite of that, I would do anything he asked right now. Absolutely anything.

  “Let me show you,” he answers, and lets his body do all the talking as he holds me tight, pressing his hand into my lo
wer back and forcing our bodies together. I wind my arms around his neck to support myself and let him lead me as we begin swaying back and forth, our hips rocking in time.

  He lowers his head until his mouth skims over my shoulder, then up my throat. The pressure from his lips is so slight, it might just as well not be there at all. Maybe I’m imagining it because that’s what I wish he would do. I wish he would kiss me. And not just for show, the way he is now. I tilt my head back to get a look at him and one corner of his mouth quirks up in a sexy smirk.

  Daring me? Maybe.

  I press my face to the side of his neck when his hand slides down my back and just barely grazes the top of my butt. We never agreed to anything like this but it’s all so good, so right. I wouldn’t stop him for anything in the world. I can feel his pulse throbbing in his neck, just under my lips, and I want to sweep my tongue over that spot.

  The urge to do so is almost impossible to fight, especially with the buzzing, tingling feeling between my legs getting stronger every time our bodies rub against each other. I’m breathless, dizzy, holding on for dear life now, as he controls our motion. A bead of sweat rolls down his neck and disappears under his shirt collar and oh, God—I want to lick it off. I have to squeeze my eyes shut to block it out.

  But there’s no blocking out the touch of his hands on me, my dress sliding over my skin until I’m so completely lost in sensation I don’t ever want to be found. When I dare open my eyes again, he’s looking down at me and our mouths are only inches from each other as we’re both breathing hard and heavy— oh, yes, I’m lost. Falling. Wanting to fall even further…

  The song is over. So is our dance. He steps back, breaking the spell. Probably for the best.

  I need another drink. He takes my hand and we walk towards the bar where he gets us a drink. I drink mine like it is water.

  Brock’s eyes widen.

  “Can I have another?”

  Without a word, he turns to orders another one.

  I look around and to my surprise, my gaze gets entangled by Charlotte. We stare at each other. I just can’t look away from the hate in her eyes. Then someone calls to her and she tears her eyes away from mine.

  Wow! What the hell?

  “Are you all right?” Brock asks, handing me my drink.

  I can feel the heat from the alcohol and the sexual tension throbbing in my veins. Screw it! I’ll give her something to be really jealous about. I take his hand and pull him towards the gardens. Outside the night is balmy. I run my hand over the nape of my neck. It is already damp.

  “So…what are we doing out here, Dani?” Brock’s voice is soft, his huge hand on my waist.

  God, what would it be like to be on my back in his bed? I squeeze my thighs together as I remember how thick and long his erection was pressed into my belly. It’s enough to soak my panties. I’m on fire—for the taste of Brock.

  I turn around to face him. I don’t know what I’m doing. I just feel this crazy heat inside me, between my legs. I know I shouldn’t, but hell—this is Vegas. “Let’s pretend to make out in that shed there.”

  His eyebrows almost disappear into his hairline.

  No, I’m not the sane Dani I’ve known all my life. This Dani is fierce and powerful and knows exactly how to get what she wants. I’ll give him something to remember me for when he thinks he still wants her. I tell myself this, but I know it’s a lie. I want this for myself. This is for me to remember for when this weekend is over.

  Chapter 27

  Brock

  I let her drag me to the little shed where children play in the daytime. She pushes open the yellow and blue door then bending her head, she enters. I follow her willingly. Inside, it’s no bigger than a sauna room and almost as hot. It is lit only by the light filtering in through the two little windows. There’s mud on the floor. Basically, it’s hot and dirty, and fucking perfect.

  I’m as horny as fuck. I’ve never felt this kind of raw lust before.

  There is a bench along one wall. She pushes me towards it and kneels in front of me. Moisture pools under my arms, and a bead of sweat rolls down my back. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine we would be back in a schoolyard scenario. I stare at her in amazement. Her pupils are dilated and her skin glistens with sweat. The smell of her perfume mingles with the smell of earth and makes her seem darkly sensual. She has no notion of how incredibly sexy she looks crouched between my legs.

  My cock is so hard the ache almost makes me double over. “What do you want?” I ask her.

  Her little tongue comes out and licks at her lips. “I want to suck you.”

  Shit, I’ve never been so turned on by a woman saying that to me. Keeping eye contact with her, I undo my belt and trousers.

  When I free my cock, her gaze slides down. Her breath catches when she sees my dick. She licks her lips again. As if she can’t wait to taste it. “Oh, my,” she whispers.

  “Yeah.”

  She brushes her fingers along my jaw and rests them on my lips.

  I love the sensation of her soft skin. I curl my tongue around her fingers and suck them into my mouth. Her skin smells clean and fresh.

  She watches me, mesmerized. Then she leans into me and lets her forehead touch mine. Her fingers slip out of my mouth. Her lips touch mine as I pull her to me and wrap my strength around her. My kiss is bruising and my tongue unapologetic, as it thrusts into her mouth.

  She tastes of whiskey, ginger and something that is uniquely her. The taste of her drives me wild. Enveloped in my heat, she surrenders her mouth beautifully, welcoming my savagery. She’s mine and I want all of her. I savor the sense of power I get from her total submission.

  I’m addicted to her. I know that now.

  I hold her in place while my palms skim her curves. She moans into my mouth and I squeeze her hips. She slides her palms over my shirt and I deepen the kiss even more. My lips roam along her smooth jaw before dipping down to her throat. I can’t help it. My teeth clamp down on the base of her neck. She whimpers and a bolt of energy shoots to my cock. I know I wanted to take it easy with her, but fuck…

  I pull away from her.

  She’s panting and her eyes are burning with need.

  With a groan, I touch her face. Her skin feels hot and satiny. “Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?’

  “No, but I want to make you moan my name,” she whispers.

  She is unbelievable.

  I pull down the zipper of her dress and push aside the material. It is one of those dresses with an inbuilt bra. Her ripe full breasts spill out. Oh, fuck! I dip my head and take one rosy nipple between my lips. I suck it hard and her hips buck restlessly.

  “Oh Brock,” she groans, her chest heaving. Her head drops back exposing her creamy throat and breasts to me. I growl at the sight. With the last grip on my sanity gone, I lose track of everything but the swollen nipple in my mouth. Clinging to me, she moans sweetly as I carry on sucking. With my eyes, my fingers, my tongue and my body I tell her that she is mine. That I will explore her body to my heart’s content.

  I suck on her neck and she lets me. We both know there will be a mark there tomorrow to tell everyone that she is mine.

  She pulls away suddenly and dips her head down. Using both her hands, she clasps the base of my cock firmly. I feel her hot breath before the silky wetness of her mouth envelops me. I revel in the warmth and sweetness of her mouth, as she eases the head of my cock between her plump lips, and slides her tongue along my burning skin making me cry out. When she sucks my dick all the way in it bumps the back of her throat, she eases up a little to keep from gagging. But Goddamn, she dives right back down.

  I’m never letting her go anywhere again. She is mine now.

  “Yes. Right there, baby,” I encourage.

  She sinks down further than before, until I feel my cock head stroke her throat. She pulls up again, and I feel her relax her muscles before she glides down again. She gets a little further down.

  I savor ev
ery second, every sensation.

  I know she’s not going to get all of me in, but damn I love that she is trying so hard. Still sucking my shaft, she cups my balls in one hand, rolling and firmly stroking them. My heart is pounding and my cock pulses hard. I’m dying to come, but I don’t want this to be over yet. Hell, not ever.

  My hips buck, and she lets me thrust into her mouth and throat. Her eyes roll up to find me watching as I fuck her mouth.

  Whoa. I lose it then. I can’t take anymore.

  “I’m gonna come…” I warn, so she can remove her mouth if she doesn’t want me to come in it.

  Looking up at me she carries on sucking, up and down the length of me. She wants me to come in her mouth. The knowledge wipes out the last of my control. I rear back and she sinks down one last time, taking me deep inside her throat.

  Roaring her name, I reach out and pinch her swollen nipples as the first spurts of my cum coat her tongue. While I shoot the rest of my release, her eyes never leave me. My thrusts slow, then still, and she swallows it all, every last drop. I marvel at how beautiful she looks with my cock buried in her face. I never want this moment to end.

  She carries on sucking gently.

  God, I love this woman.

  I reach out to gently stroke her cheek. It gleams with a sheen of sweat. “Now it’s your turn. But we’re not doing it here.”

  I withdraw my cock from her mouth and zip myself back in. Then I help her dress.

  Chapter 28

  Dani

  I bend my head and come out of the children’s playhouse. I think I’m in shock. I have never done anything like that before. But something about Brock just makes me do these crazy things. Ever since I met him, I’ve been doing all these weird things that are totally unlike me. Now, all I can think of is getting to our suite and having my turn. Letting those big hands of his spread me open and taking that massive cock deep inside me.