I tapped on her hip, signaling her to stop before I came. “Oh God . . . Malcolm . . . I feel myself throbbing.”
Not sure how much longer we could stay in here, I told her to stand. She held onto the wall as she steadied herself.
I picked her up as she wrapped her legs around me while I slowly lowered her onto my cock. “Damn, baby you feel so good.”
It didn’t take me long before I was pouring every ounce of my cum into her body. When I sank down to the ground, I held her so she wouldn’t be on the floor. We both dragged in air while trying to steady our breathing. The door handle moved and we both froze.
“Aw shit. Who locked it?” someone said from the other side of the door. Paislie jumped up and quickly put her panties and jeans back on while I tucked my guy back in and zipped up my pants.
Putting my ear to the door, I lifted my eyebrows and slowly unlocked the door. Barely opening it, I peeked out to see no one was around. We both quickly ran out of the closet and to the elevator like we were fleeing for our lives.
The second the elevator doors shut, we both lost it laughing.
Life with Paislie was amazing and I couldn’t wait to see where she wanted her last orgasm since I only managed to give her two.
The feel of Emmit smacking my back, had me about spitting out my beer.
“You ready?”
With a grin, I replied, “I sure am.”
“You do know how long your wedding ceremony is, right?”
I rolled my eyes and nodded. “I’m well aware of how long it will be.”
“I’m thinking Addie and I will have enough time to sneak out and get in a quickie before anyone misses us.”
My mouth fell. “You’re my best man; you don’t think people will notice you gone?”
With a wave of his hand, he chuckled. “They’ll all be asleep.”
“Fuck you, Lewis. I don’t even know why I asked you to be the best man, you bastard.”
The front door opened and Paislie came running out. “Look what was printed in The Dallas Morning News today.”
She held up the paper and smiled. The picture was of me, Paislie, Emmit, Adaline, Landon, and Hailey all in front of the house with another picture of the vineyards.
The caption read:
Two former NASCAR teammates find life in the slow lane peacefully blissful.
I took in a deep breath and let the cool April air fill my senses. Paislie had thrown bluebonnets out last fall and they were springing up everywhere with all the rain we had gotten this past winter. The smell was amazing.
I took a glance around and smiled. This place really was our home. Everything had been falling into place and I couldn’t have been happier. When we landed a huge deal with a local winery in the hill country, The Dallas Morning News asked to do an interview. Once she got past all the NASCAR questions, we really got to talk about our plans for the future, plus it was a great plug for the bed and breakfast.
“The phone for the bed and breakfast has been blowing up all day and at first I couldn’t figure out why until I realized it was the article in the paper. We are booked up for the next year.”
Emmit and I both looked at her with stunned looks. “What?” Emmit asked as I shook my head.
“Yep. One year out; I finally told Janet to start
putting people on a waiting list until I could talk to Addie about how she wanted to do reservations that far out.”
The smile on my future wife’s face caused my body to heat up. Damn, I’d give anything to take her right here.
Elizabeth walked out and it felt like someone poured cold water over me. My semi hard-on was gone in an instant.
“Paislie, the caterer is on the phone.”