She clenched around me, softer than the first time she came but somehow deeper, like her body was trying to swallow me whole. I made the mistake of focusing on those pulses and it snapped my hold on the orgasm gathering at the base of my spine. It was over, out of my hands, nothing I could do to regain control. And it felt so fucking good. Like my entire life had been nothing more than precursors to this moment, this woman. Even this barn.
Her name tumbled out of me over and over as I rutted into her, giving myself to some primitive need to fuck her like I meant it. My cock pulsed for an hour. It seemed that way. When the world came back to me and I could function again, I peppered her neck and bare shoulders with kisses. A few bites too, because she kept flexing her inner muscles and I kept thinking I was about to drop dead from it.
But right now, with my hands roaming over her skin and my cock mostly hard inside her, I regretted everything. There were hours left in this party and people were expecting to see her. I'd have to let her go soon and I'd have to spend the rest of the evening acting like the taste of her cunt wasn't lingering on my tongue.
I ran my hands down her back, brushing away the dust and bits of yellow paint that we'd shaken loose from the barn. She pressed her lips to mine. I could feel her smile. "I should probably get back to Emme," she said.
"I counted eight other bridesmaids. Does she need all of you at once?" I was being an ass, but in all fairness, I was still inside her. Life beyond the side of this barn did not matter to me.
"Four of them are Ryan's sisters and she loves them, of course, but she's not asking any of them to help her pee." I must've made a face about that because she added, "She needs at least two people holding the dress. Ideally, three."
I untangled her leg from around my hip and eased out of her with great reluctance. I tried to go slow, thinking that controlled movements resulted in less friction, but that didn't stop an almighty flood from streaking down her thighs.
"Oh my," Audrey whispered, her hands overflowing with blue fabric and bare from the waist down, eyes wide, lips parted.
I swallowed hard as I tucked myself back into my trousers.Fuck.
"Let me take care of this." I went to my knees and pulled the pocket square from my jacket. "I've got you."
Audrey shrieked when I ran the silky fabric up the inside of her leg, laughing and twisting away from me. "That tickles!" she cried.
I stared up at her, lost in the space between her bright, infectious smile and the pink, puffy folds just a few inches from my face. I could stay here until my days ran short and want for nothing.
I finished cleaning my release from her legs and stowed the cloth in my pocket, and then helped her back into the stretchy shorts. My phone buzzed a few times though I chose to ignore it. My kid probably needed to complain about Brenda's cooking again. He was a picky little tyrant when he wanted to be and he really didn't understand the Midwestern philosophy on casseroles and salads.
When I gained my feet, we made an attempt at smoothing out her skirt but there wasn't much hope for it. "You look like you've been fucked against a barn," I said.
She ran a hand through my hair, saying, "You too."
We stared at each other for a moment. I knew if I opened my mouth, it would be to suggest we try out the other three sides of this barn or see about a potting shed. And I knew that wasn't fair. Not only because I'd fucked her like I wanted her to wake up tomorrow and feel me in every overused muscle but because this was a big night for her friends. She deserved to have fun with them, regardless of whether I craved her on a level that was troubling.
A breeze off the nearby cove kicked up and Audrey rubbed her palms over her bare arms. "Here," I said, shrugging out of my jacket. I draped it over her shoulders. "I'll walk you back."
She led me through a different set of gardens this time, telling me stories about weekends spent here with Shay andJamie, Grace and Emme. We stopped near the house when she said, "I'm going to run inside and fix my hair. Grab a drink and I'll find you."
"Not so fast," I said, pulling her against my chest and dragging her lower lip between my teeth. I kissed her one last time, stroking my thumbs over her delicate cheeks. "I need to check on Percy. I'm going to give him a call and thenI'llfindyou."
"You always do," she said.
I grinned. "You noticed that?"
She straightened my tie and then smoothed a hand down my chest, stopping only when she hit my belt. I did not mind her hand settling there. "What? Like you were trying to be discreet with that entrance at the reunion? Or what about my wedding day?"
I considered these points. "I guess not."
"That's all I'm saying." She laughed, fussing with my collar again. "Go make your call. I'll meet you in the tent."
I kissed her forehead and then watched her slip into the house, hitching her skirt up as she went. I lingered there for a minute, not ready to slide back into reality. Eventually, I pulled out my phone and swiped it to life—and everything changed.
chapter forty-three
Audrey
Today's vocabulary word: gathered
Jude: something urgent came up
Jude: I'll call you in a few days when things settle down
