One Last Shot (Pub Fiction #3)

by Gillian Jones

  “Now,” he pulls me back into a hug. “Let’s get that coffee before I decide we’re gonna be friends with benefits.” The bastard gives me a knowing glance, his hands patting my bum.

  “Bathroom. Where’s the bathroom?” I say, jerking myself out of my Matt trance.

  Chapter 17

  Matt

  I really should brush my teeth, but I can’t seem to muster the desire to rid myself of Claire’s sweet sugary taste just yet. My Sugarshack.

  And just like that my cock twitches to life at the memories from this morning. Fuck, this girl is gonna be the death of me. “Friends”, my ass. Pulling down the waistband of my trackpants, my rock-hard cock springs out into my hand. I reach for some lube, warming the cool gel in my palm before gliding my hand up and down the shaft to jerk myself off, replaying Claire’s visit for the third time since she’s left…

  I’m about halfway down the hall after showing Claire the washroom when I hear it.

  No, when I hear her.

  Is she moaning? I wait for a moment but hear nothing else.

  Thinking I must be hearing things, I continue to the kitchen. Then I hear the sounds that’ve been plaguing my favourite dreams and jerk off sessions for years.

  Claire’s in my washroom, masturbating.

  Like a stealth ninja, I make my way back to the spot where I’ve left her. I can’t believe my ears, she is moaning. Bracing myself on the door to listen more closely, my pulse starts pounding in my ears in clear recognition of that sweet sound. My cock instantly jumps at the images I conjure of Claire on the other side of the door, rubbing one off. The thought that it’s because I’ve gotten her so riled up makes me tighten my grip on the doorframe to the point it makes a cracking sound. As soon as another less subtle moan escapes from the opposite side of the door, I’m a fucking goner. There’s no way I can stand here without seeing my girl finger-fucking herself. It’s when I hear my name fall from her lips that any and all resolve I may have had is shot, and within a nanosecond I’m barging through the door.

  “Oh Jesus, Matty!” Claire’s husky voice stops me in my tracks. She’s standing, one leg propped on the closed toilet seat, head hanging back, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes closed.

  At the sound of my loud gasp, her head jerks in my direction, eyes snapping open at the intrusion. The pure erotic pleasure in her steely blue eyes as they meet mine, while her fingers continue to move over her sweet spot while she’s getting herself off, is enough to almost bring me to my knees.

  “I’m here, baby. Fuck. Let me do this for you. All you had to do was ask.” I say, moving directly behind her, lowering my mouth to whisper into her ear. “I’ll always do this for you.” Without a fight, she allows me to reposition her so she’s facing me. “You’re so fucking sexy right now I can barely breathe. You smell amazing, best air freshener ever.” I nip at her neck. “Fuck, I need to figure out how to bottle your smell, Claire.” I take her bottom lip between mine, giving it a gentle tug.

  As she wraps her arms around my neck, I take the opportunity to pull off her small green tank, leaving her in just an inky black bra. In a swift move, I inch down her body, dragging my teeth along the way. The appearance of tiny goosebumps along with her shallow breathing tells me she likes it. I push her gently from my kneeling position, forcing her to press her back against the wall for support. Support she’s gonna need.

  Looking up, I see she’s looking straight down at me. Watching. Waiting. Calling me on.

  “You always did look hot on your knees, you know. Still looks good,” she says and tilts her head, resting her hand on the top of my head, pulling me a bit forward before releasing a tiny smirk.

  “I’m going to fucking devour you, Sugarshack. Can’t wait to taste you. Now turn around. Gimme that ass in my face.”

  She complies, and lifts her hands above her head. “You’re stunning, Claire. You’re so fucking beautiful. I’ve dreamt of you so often.” I trail kisses over her lower back before moving down to that unbelievable ass of hers.

  “Oh, Matty,” she calls, looking over her shoulder as I slide down. I run my hands along her legs and glide my tongue over each delicious cheek, each luscious mound, and she starts to buck at the attention I’m giving her.

  “Spread your legs wide, baby.” I grab her sweet ass, separating her cheeks. Claire tilts her hips up, then writhes as I trail my tongue along her pussy slit from top to bottom before moving myself into a better position in between her legs. Sliding my finger over her folds, her wetness coats me. “So fucking wet for me.” I make a pop sound as I lick my finger from bottom to top. “Your taste is so mouthwatering, I’m fucking salivating thinking of getting my mouth on you. I’m gonna make you come so hard, Sugarshack,” I say as the sounds of her wetness permeate the air, her juices helping my fingers slide so easily as I thrust them in and out of her sweet cunt at an unrelenting pace. Inserting two fingers, I move them in perfect sync, her pussy walls gripping my fingers as they slide in and out. Yeah, this girl is greedy. Her moans drive me crazy as she tries in vain to get my face where she craves it most. I continue my assault, driving her closer to the brink, then finally run my tongue down her ass to her clit, causing her to buck and grind down on my hand.

  “Oh, my God. Fuck, Matty. I’m coming, I’m fucking coming! Oh my fucking fuck!”

  With that I pull back. “Matt. No. Please don’t stop. I…please, don’t stop. Keep it going, it’s so good.” Her voice trembles.

  “I know, baby. But I need you to turn back around, need to see your face while you come. Really come. ’Cause I’m just getting started.” Once she’s leaning back against the wall, eyes securely on me, I pull up her leg and drop it over my shoulder. “Perfect. That’s what I want, baby.” I’ve just given myself an all-access pass. Fuck, she smells and tastes so goddamn good. My cock is raging behind the material of my joggers, dying to get in on the action. I adjust myself before taking one last look up at Claire’s lust-filled face. “Lose the bra. I wanna see those tits shaking while I fuck you with my mouth.”

  Not always one to be compliant, for once Claire does what she’s told, and I gloat at the victory as her fabulous tits spring free. She tosses her bra, landing it on my head.

  “You think you’re funny?” I toss it behind me. “Fuck, look at you. All hot and ready for me like this. You want my tongue now? You want me to give you more of that relief you’re chasing?” She moans, tugging a longer strand of my hair. “Do you know how fucking incredible it is finding you like this? It’s made my fucking day, Claire. Made. My. Fucking. Day.” I punctuate each word, trailing my nose softly along the path from her stomach to her pubic bone.

  “Matty. Please,” she huffs out, barely audible, her hands now twisting in my hair.

  “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

  “Enough talking, Matt,” she says, tugging my hair back, forcing me to look up, “just eat my pus—”

  Before she gets the word out, I’m on it. I run my tongue over the inner part of her thigh, a spot which I know is her most tender. I kiss it, lick it, and make tiny circles on the smooth patch of skin with the tip of my tongue, offering a preview of what’s to come.

  “Stop teasing, Matty. Finish. I need to come again,” she begs. I love making Claire desperate with anticipation and want. I can feel her body tremble as I move from thigh to thigh. After a few passes, and after getting her dangerously close to where I know she wants me most, I stop. She moans and my dick jumps with excitement; I’ve got her where I want her. Shifting her so her leg is secure, I trail my tongue up from her ankle along the inside of her leg, holding her gently while I lick up to the soft crease where it meets her pussy. Then I nuzzle my face into the heart of her sweetness, inhaling that sweet strawberry scent I’ve craved over the years since she’s been gone.

  “So fucking edible, so bloody delicious.” I brush my lips over her swollen clit, not pressing down, only adding to her torture.

  “Please, Matty. I can’t take i
t.” She tugs on my hair harder while bucking forward, straining to get me closer to where she wants me. Reaching around, I grip her ass as I move my lips right on top of her slick wet slit, and begin kissing her there.

  “Ah, shit,” she cries, her body spasming then going lax as I kick up my attack. I separate her lips and begin to vibrate my tongue between her folds, causing her legs to shake as I repeat the movements over and over. Reaching up, I grab her nipple, pulling the hard bud, making myself moan. “You’re making me so fucking hard, Claire. God, you taste so fucking sweet. Missed this.”

  “Yes, fuck, Matty, right there,” she tells me as I’ve spread her wider, my tongue fucking her and driving at her exposed clit. I flick it with my tongue, applying the right amount of pressure, knowing it will make Claire go off like a fucking rocket. I start sucking it now, pulling it in and out of my lips like it’s the juiciest piece of fruit I’ve tasted, driving her wild. “Yes, that, that, Matt. Fuck, harder, yes, yes!”

  She’s undulating, barely able to stand, and in one fluid motion I release her leg, managing to catch her, able to guide us to the floor and continue lapping up every last drop of her orgasm as she bucks and moans beneath me. I take all she gives me, while she’s willing to give it. I move her to rest on me, hoping she isn’t too pissed when she finally comes to.

  “I think I banged my elbow on the toilet during the flop and turn,” Claire giggles after a few minutes of silence, her head resting on my stomach.

  If I could only convince her that we’re better off together than apart, all would be right in my world. But, of course, Claire Knox is the most stubborn girl to grace the face of the earth.

  Reaching for a towel now to clean the jizz off my stomach, I’m getting pissed off again. After the washroom fun, things got awkward between us and quick. Claire erected her walls again almost instantaneously, telling me again how this wasn’t what we should be doing. Just like the night at Pub Fiction shouldn’t have happened.

  “Matt, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let that happen. I don’t want to lead you on. I want us to be friends. We can’t keep letting this happen. I don’t want more.”

  She said we needed to be friends without benefits, despite my suggestion. Hey, I had to try. I’ll take all I can get, but man, I really do need all of her.

  “We need to date other people, I can’t go back to the past. We’ve changed. I’m happy with my life now. I don’t want to complicate it with messing my heart up again.”

  That one stung, even though I know she doesn’t mean it like she thinks she does.

  Sure, Claire didn’t bolt like I thought she might, she actually stayed for coffee but it wasn’t to spend time with me, it was to ask for space and give me the ground rules of how things were gonna be from now on if we had to be around each other until the wedding was over.

  “You can dream the fuck on, baby,” I mutter, tossing the used towel in the hamper on the way to the shower. “This just means it’s time to up my game.”

  Chapter 18

  Claire

  “You look stunning, Kat,” I toast. “Ryker is going to lose his ever-lovin’ mind when he sees you. I’m taking bets that you don’t make it halfway down the aisle before his caveman ass is running to meet you, bowling your dad over to get to you. Then he’ll dry hump you right there to be extra sure everyone knows you’re his. Cheers.”

  We break out in laughter, knowing it’s a possibility. Ryker Eddison loves my best friend more than I ever could have imagined. It’s a love that moves mountains and makes my chest ache, knowing I can’t have it…even if secretly, deep down, I just might want it.

  “I would like to think that my future son-in-law can keep it in his pants long enough to make you his bride,” Mary laughs, raising her mimosa in the air, “but, then again, I’ve seen how crazy he is about you. And I agree, honey. You look beautiful.”

  “To Kat!” we all shout, raising our glasses and taking a sip of the bubbly Champagne-and-orange-juice mixture.

  As we’re hugging and fussing over Kat’s hair and makeup one last time, there’s a knock at the bridal suite door. I place my glass on the table and answer it.

  “Hey, Justin. Wowza, don’t you clean up nicely. Hubba, hubba!” I compliment, checking out his black tux with the steel blue vest and tie which compliment our dresses.

  “Thanks, sexy. You too.” He lets out a slow whistle, his eyes scanning my mid-length bridesmaid dress with its subtle slit up the right leg, coupled with a bit of a low-cut front that displays just the right amount of cleavage. The subtle metallic finish of the fabric adds that extra touch, making me feel like a bit of a movie star. The silver heels I’ve paired with it might help, too.

  “What are you up to?” I ask, noticing a small box and two envelopes in his hand.

  “Ryker, sent me over to give this to Kat.” He hands me the small silver-wrapped package with tiny envelope. “And this is for you,” he says, handing me the second sealed envelope. I’m about to ask who it’s from, but when I look up he’s already making his way back down the hall.

  Closing the door, I give Kat her gift before sitting on the edge of the bed to open my envelope, which is addressed to: “The Maid of Honour.”

  I can hear Kat and the girls gushing over the sapphire bracelet Ryker had apparently sent Kat as her “something new”. I wanted to join in on the excitement, but my eyes were glued to the note I’d pulled out of the envelope:

  My sexy Sugarshack,

  I know you want space to think and I do intend to give it to you. But know I hate it. I haven’t seen you in days, and I hate knowing you’re here but need space from me, from us. I know today might be hard for you, making you think about your parents, but know I’m here with my sexy shoulders if you need em’ to lean on.

  I wanted to tell you that even before seeing you I know you’re looking beautiful and want you to know my eyes will be on you and only you.

  I need a favour tonight. Save one dance for me, and I don’t mean the lame ass bridal party one—that’s a gimme. I want one for just us, where I can hold you tight and pretend I’ve got everything I want.

  You.

  I only want you.

  See you soon, beautiful.

  Matt xx

  I swipe at the tears as they cascade down my cheeks. “Asshole ruined my makeup,” I mutter, shaking my head and catching the black mascara on the back of my hand. I smile in spite of myself, unable to get the image of Matt out of my mind. Fuck, I do really love that makeup-wrecking jerk. The bastard is going to tear through my resolve if he keeps this shit up, trolls be damned.

  “Everything okay, Claire Bear?” Kat questions, bouquet in hand, standing in front of me. I notice the room’s empty, it’s just her and me. Shit when did that happen? “It’s time,” she beams, “but if you need a minute or want to talk, we can. I’m always here for you, you know that, right? Ryk can wait another few minutes. We’ve got our whole life.” She moves to crouch in front of me, laying the white lilies beside me on the bed. She really does look perfect and I can’t help laughing a little, thinking of Ryker once he notices her sweetheart neckline.

  “Nope. I’m all good, I promise. It’s just Matty being his amazing self again. Nothing I can’t handle.” She eyes the envelope, and me, skeptically.

  “Okay, if you’re sure?”

  “I am. More than. Now let’s go get your ass hitched before Testosterone Pete busts through the door looking for you.” We both laugh, knowing it’s a distinct possibility.

  “I have to tell you, Kat, you really are beautiful and I’m so happy for you. I still can’t believe my bestie, my sister, is a real grown up. You’re gonna be a wifey!”

  “I know. The strangest part is, I’m not even nervous at all. It just feels right.”

  “That’s because it is.” I stand, giving her a long hug.

  “Oh, and one last bit of advice from me to you,” I say. “You need to drive your hubby crazy tonight. Be sure to lean over like this in front of him as much as p
ossible.” I imitate the position, shaking my tits. “Poor Ryk doesn’t stand a chance with you in that dress. I bet you’ll quickly find yourself bent over the nearest surface,” I laugh, raising my eyebrows.

  “You bet, do you? I’m starting to think you’ve got a gambling problem.” Kat adjusts the front of her gown before taking the bouquet of lilies from my hand. I quickly fix her ballgown hem, puffing it all back out for her, before we exit the suite.

  Chapter 19

  Claire

  The outdoor garden venue is beautiful. Each row is lined with family and friends, the scent of daisies and lilies permeates the air, and happiness hums from everyone’s excitement to see Ryker and Kat exchange their vows today.

  On cue, we start to follow the cutest flower girl—Emmerson’s—lead. Her summer sky blue dress is adorable, even if the added bulk of her crinoline slows down the procession. Proudly, she makes her way down the grassy aisle leaving a trail of pink rose petals behind. Braunwyn, Kym and Brooke are next to follow in front of me, dressed in steel blue dresses similar to mine. Mr. Rollins waits behind us in the small greenhouse for his turn to escort and give away a glowing Kat, ready to share his little girl with the man of her dreams.

  A pang of hurt flutters in my stomach as I take in the scene, and a tinge of jealousy hits my heart with nasty claws, for in that moment I think of my own dad. Of how happy he and my mom would have been on my wedding day. My eyes and nose start to sting thinking that this is something I’ll never experience with them in this lifetime. The thought guts me. I’ll never have the chance to have my daddy walk me down the aisle to meet the man he deems worthy of his little girl. Matt’s handsome face infiltrates my mind at my wishful thinking. Fighting back tears for the second time today, I shake the images from my head. Today is supposed to be a good day, no, an amazing day. And it’s Kat’s day. Pull yourself together, Knox, today my bestie marries her other half.