Thorn in My Side (Bunch-A-Blooms 2)

“Are you sure?”

“Never been more certain in my life.”

She smiles and nods. “Alright, Boyfriend. I need to get dressed, so we can meet the others for the Barbecue at Petunia’s.”

“Later.”

“No, we need to leave.”

I capture her lips. “Later. After we celebrate,” I say against her lips. I part them with my tongue and toy with the fringe of her shorts. She leans back against me and wraps an arm around my neck. I suck her tongue into my mouth and slip my hands into her shorts. She moans as I toy with her wet pussy. I gather her moisture and circle her clit. She closes her thighs and circles her hips as I continue to sip from her lips. Her legs twitch, and I continue to rub.

“I’m going to make you come just like this. I want your pussy aching for me.”

“It always is,” she whispers.

“You always say the sweetest things.” I roll her swollen bud between two fingers, and she arches her back and cries out.

“That’s it, love, let go for me.”

Her breath hitches and I know she’s close. I circle faster and close my eyes as the sounds of her pleasure wash through me. She trembles and I wrap my other hand around her throat. I stroke the side of her neck with my thumb as she fragments. I remove my hand and suck my fingers, greedy for her taste as she slumps against me and catches her breath.

“Still worried about being late?”

“What barbecue?” she mumbles.

I grin as I lift her into my arms and carry her into her bedroom. We spend most of our time together here. It’s closer to her work, and I crave the warmth of the atmosphere. With the others gone the space is too full of silence.

We enter the lilac paradise of her room. From the paint on her walls to the throw rugs over the wooden floor and the comforter. I toss her onto the center of the bed and follow her to the center of the bed. She giggles as I roll her onto her back and take her mouth. She toys with my hair and I bite my way down her neck. I could spend days between her legs, but I know we’re short on time. We strip down between kisses and caresses, and I get her on all fours. I drive home and thrust, pulling her to me.

“Luk.” She rises onto her knees and clutches me around the neck, returning everything I’m giving her as she thrusts back matching me stroke for stroke. I feel the pressure built up inside me, and I reach down to coax her complexion with my fingers. Her body trembles and her back bows as she screams. I sink my teeth into the flesh between her shoulder and her neck as she pulses around me, sending me over the edge. I fill her to the brim and lick at the abused flesh to soothe the sting from my teeth. I collapse beside her, still joined.

We separate reluctantly, and I roll onto my back.

“We should get into the shower,” she says sleepily.

“Maybe after a quick nap?”

“But the barbecue—”

“Can wait, love. They know you have a wedding coming up. I’m sure being fashionably late won’t ruin anyone’s plans.”

She smiles at me sleepily. “You’re right.”

“Love it when you say that.”

She swats my chest playfully, and I pull her to me, rubbing her back until I hear the tell-tale steady breathing. She’s a stubborn thing, my woman. I rest my head on hers and admit that I’m in over my head. I’ve never felt this way about a woman and for once I don’t know the next step or how to manipulate things to come out in my favor. She snuggles, burying her face into my neck and I find, with this woman not knowing is part of the adventure.

Olive

I can’t believe it’s over. I smile as I watch Rachel and Joseph slow dance. We made it. The vows have been said, the tables are set, and I’m officially just another wedding guest. The wedding went off without a hitch. From the life-sized book to the flower-covered moss purses carried by the bridesmaids, it was a nuptial no one would forget. Even now the tent is a vision. Pink tulle lines the roof of the

tent, becoming a stunning background for the large branches Petunia wove pink and white peony and tea roses in. Floating candles hang down adding light, and wow factor. It gives all the photographers plenty to work with. I’m amazed by the constant camera flashes, and interviews that went on throughout the day.

Suddenly, Luk’s behavior didn’t seem over the top.

“We made it,” Luk says, walking up behind me.

“I don’t know about you, but I want to sleep for a week.”