Broken Dreams (Broken 2)

Oh Lord, and his tattoos drive me crazy. On more than one occasion, I’d traced them with my fingers and my tongue.

“Court? Hello? Earth to Courtney? Where are you?”

I let out a sigh and said, “Lost in your hotness.”

He laughed as he slipped on his cowboy boots, stood up straight, and winked at me.

Bam, just like that, and he was ready to go, looking all hot and shit.

Damn him.

He walked up to me and cupped each of my breasts, and I let out a gasp.

“Oh my gosh, they’re so sore.”

As he began sucking on one of my nipples, I totally lost my train of thought. He sucked one hard and pulled back until he made a popping sound with his mouth. He peeked up at me as he was about to move to the other nipple.

I quickly shook my head and pushed him away. “Okay, stop. I need to think, and I can’t think with you being all sexy and everything.”

He held up his hands as he stood up straight and then moved to sit down on the bed. I pulled the dress over my head and went to say something, but Reed cut me off.

“Whoa. Hold up for a second. You don’t have a bra on.”

Confused, I looked down at the dress and then back up at him. “So? I never wear a bra with this dress.”

Reed stood up and started going through my suitcase.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I tried to push him away.

“I’m looking for a goddamn bra. Your nipples are showing through that thing.”

I looked down and smiled. “That’s because you just turned me on by sucking on them, you dipshit.”

His mouth dropped open. “Well, I plan on turning you on a lot tonight, so no, I don’t want other men seeing my wife’s nipples.”

Oh, wow. Oh my. Hearing him call me his wife did things to me.

I slowly smiled as I began playing with my nipples through the fabric of the dress. “So, you wouldn’t want me to do this while we are at the club?”

His eyes widened, and he licked his lips. “Court, you better stop, or I’m going to take you right here.”

The rush of wetness I felt between my legs caused me to moan. “God, I’m so horny all of a sudden,” I purred as Reed took a step closer to me. Then, I remembered what I was going to say.

I held up my hands and yelled, “Stop!”

He immediately stopped and said, “What?”

“I remembered what I was going to say. You know what this means—Whitley having public sex in Layton’s truck and not telling me? I need to one-up her.”

Reed looked at me, confused. “Huh? What do you mean, one-up her?”

I looked at him with a serious face. “We have to have public sex…in a better place than she did.”

“What?”

I nodded and quickly took off the dress. I reached into my suitcase, pulled out a strapless bra, and put it on. When I glanced over at Reed, he was standing there with his mouth hanging open. I slipped the dress back on, hoping he wouldn’t notice that I hadn’t put on panties.

“So, be on the lookout tonight for a good place.” I made my way into the bathroom where I sprayed on some perfume.