Broken Dreams (Broken 2)

He placed his tip just at my entrance while he held me up. “Court? Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, here?”

I looked into his eyes and said, “I need you so much, Reed. Please.”

I bucked my hips into him, and the look in his eyes changed to nothing but pure lust. Seeing it turned me on even more, and when he pushed himself inside me, I had to attempt to hold back the scream I wanted to let out.

“This is gonna be fast,” Reed said as he began moving in and out of me, hard and fast.

“Yes! Oh God, yes, Reed,” I whispered as I dropped my head back against the wall. I bit down hard on my lip. I could feel the buildup, and all it was going to take was one more—

Reed pushed into me hard and deep, and I lost it. I grabbed on to him and began moving my hips along with him. My orgasm hit me so hard and so fast that I let out a whimper as Reed hissed through his teeth and came with me.

He stood there for a minute, not moving, while he caught his breath. He gently put me down and zipped up his pants, never once looking anywhere but in my eyes. My chest was heaving up and down, and I was desperately trying to catch my breath. Reed turned and grabbed a handful of toilet paper. He bent do

wn and lifted my leg as he began cleaning me.

“It feels so good when you touch me,” I whispered.

Reed stood up and turned to throw the paper out. He walked up to me and placed his hands on either side of my head as he leaned closer.

“This makes two wedding days when we’ve had sex in a public place.”

He held my panties out in front of me while I chuckled and hugged myself inside.

“We totally have Layton and Whitley beat!” I said as I raised my eyebrows.

Reed laughed.

I walked up and looked in the mirror as I fixed my hair. Spinning around, I took my panties and shoved them into his pocket. “Better keep it easy access…just in case.”

Reed let out a small whimper as I reached for the door and opened it quickly. I glanced back at Reed as I made my way out of the restroom and into the hallway. I ran into someone and turned to see my sister, Sissy, standing there with her mouth hanging open.

“Dear God Almighty. Did you…did you guys just…in the restroom?” She kept looking back and forth between Reed and me. She put her hands on her hips and said, “Here you ask me for help, and I bust my ass to get here and make sure all is ready, and you’re making fun with my sister…in a public restroom?”

I smirked at my sister as I grabbed Reed’s hand and started to move us past her. “Wasn’t nearly as hot as having sex in a nightclub in a dark corner,” I said.

Sissy let out a gasp as we kept walking. I did a little inner jump and fist pump.

“What? Seventy-five Hail Marys and a gazillion Our Fathers! You can’t say that and walk away from me! Court? Courtney!”

Reed dropped my hand and placed his arm around my waist and said, “Why do I get the feeling that being married to you is going to be nothing but an adventure?”

I peeked up at him with a coy smile and said, “Hold on, baby. It’s going to be one hell of an adventure.”

I rolled my eyes as Courtney let out another curse word. As if the noise from the plane wasn’t bad enough as I tried to read, Courtney kept sighing every five minutes. I glanced over at her, and she was pulling out yet another row she had just crocheted.

“What am I doing wrong? Shit. I don’t remember how to do a double crochet.” She pulled out the pattern again and whispered, “What in the hell does back loop only mean?”

I looked back down at my Kindle and tried to tune out Court as I got back into my story.

“Wait, I think I remember how to do the double crochet. I take the hook and—oh wait, do I? Or was that knitting? Shit on a brick, why did she show me both?”

I let out a sigh and turned off my Kindle. “Can I see it?” I asked as I held out my hand.

Courtney just looked at me and let out a small laugh. “You want to try crocheting? Please, Reed. I don’t even know what I’m doing, let alone know how to show you how to do it.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I knew what I was about to do could end up causing me grief in the future, and Courtney would have a lot of fun with it, but I had to. She was driving me crazy. I opened my eyes to find her holding up the blanket.

“Why are there holes in it?”