Only One Kiss (Only One 1)

“Why was she standing all day?” I slip my hand into hers and bring it to my lips.

“I was standing all day,” Layla says once she gets to the car and looks back at us, “because you’ve defiled every surface in the house.” She bends to get in the car, and Candace laughs, getting in after her.

“We didn’t defile the whole house,” I say, getting in. “I’m Ralph, by the way.”

“Layla.” She leans forward. “Nice to meet the man who made this one sit on ice packs all day.”

Candace gasps, and I put my head back and let out the biggest laugh. We make idle talk on the way to the event, and when we get there, there is a line of cars waiting to let people out. There is a red carpet with photographers taking pictures as they walk the red carpet. “How are we doing this?” Layla asks. “Should we do a group shot, or do you guys want to do a couples thing?” I look over, not sure of the answer.

“Why don’t we do a group one?” Candace says. “Just so there are no questions about anything.”

Layla laughs. “Did you see his puppy dog eyes?” she asks Candace. “The man is smitten; everyone is going to see.”

“No, he’s not,” Candace says the same time I say, “Puppy dog eyes?”

We don’t have time to say anything else because the car stops, and the door opens on both sides. “You look good,” Candace says to me, leaning in. “I think I want you to do me against the wall wearing the suit.” She kisses my cheek and then gets out, leaving me looking down at my cock that is ready to do what she wants. I get out, and the three of us walk down the carpet, smiling. I stand between them, and then as soon as I walk into the event, I slip my hand in hers.

The first person we see is Manning, who is dressed in a suit and holding a glass of what looks like whiskey. “Hey, thanks for coming.” He leans down and kisses Candace on her cheek and then takes a sip of his drink. I see Layla head to the side to talk to a couple of people who she knows.

“This looks like an amazing event,” Candace says, looking around. Manning finally sees our hands together, and I see he has questions but doesn’t say anything.

“Manning.” I see his wife, Murielle, coming over dressed in the tightest dress I’ve ever seen, and she looks so fake, and I look down and then up. “There you are. They want to take our pictures,” she says and then looks at us and then side-eyes Candace. “Oh, hello.” She then looks at Manning. “I’m going to go freshen up my lipstick.” She turns and walks away.

“God, I hate her,” Manning says, taking a sip of his drink again. “Caught her fucking her trainer in the basement today.” He laughs, and my mouth hangs open. “The man is doing me a favor. If only she will sign the divorce papers.” He shakes his head. “I’ll see you later.” He walks away.

“She is such a bitch,” Candace says of her, and I shake my head, not knowing the story. We walk hand in hand pretty much the whole time, saying hello to a couple of people. We mingle and laugh when Miller comes in and tries to get Layla to take a picture with him. Candace pulls me onto the dance floor when a song she likes comes on, and I stand with my hands around her waist.

She lets me go, and I walk over to the bar to grab a water and stand here for over an hour laughing with the boys, and it feels good to let loose.

I look around for Candace and find her talking with five other women and make my way over to her. It’s time to take my woman home and find out what she’s wearing under that dress. I smile, thinking of all the ways I’m going to make her scream tonight when I hear words that stop me in my tracks. “I can’t wait to have my own kids.” Her voice comes out energetic and full, and I don’t move. I can’t move even if I wanted to.

“Hey there.” I’m slapped on the arm by Nico. “I’m heading out.”

“Yeah,” I say, blinking and trying to find words.

“Are you okay?” he asks, and I look at him. “You look a little pale.”

“Yeah.” I shake my head. “I’m fine. Just hungry.”

He laughs. “You never eat at places like this.” He looks around the ballroom. “That’s why you hit up a drive-thru as soon as you leave.” He smiles. “Have fun, and I’m happy for you, man.”

“Thank you,” I say, nodding as he walks away. Then I feel an arm slip into mine, and I look over, seeing Candace.