Undenied (Unspoken 3)

They both headed back into the living room to see Thad, Jeremy and Michelle’s newborn son being passed around. Ellie sat on Jake’s lap holding the baby, and they both were extremely gooey-eyed over the wiggling lump.

Ellie made eye contact with Wes, and he raised an eyebrow at the soft joy on her face. Her eyes twinkled merrily, the look of a woman with a secret she couldn’t wait to share. Wes smiled back, satisfied to see her so happy.

He sat next to Gracie and Luke on the couch, popped open a beer then glanced back over at Ellie and Jake. “So, guys, got something you want to share with the rest of us?”

Jake glared suspiciously at him then raised an eyebrow in Ellie’s direction. She shrugged then laughed.

“I didn’t say a word.”

“You don’t have to, girlfriend,” Gracie piped in. “It’s there to see on your face. We’re all just wondering how long you’re going to leave us in suspense.”

Ellie blushed, a rosy, ecstatic glow lighting up her face. Jake smiled back at her with such tenderness it made Wes feel a little gooey himself. In a twisted, marshmallow kind of way.

“We’re having a baby,” she announced.

The room erupted in a chorus of congratulations, backslapping and hugs. Wes sat back and smiled, enjoying the smiles and laughter of his group of friends. They’d all found happiness and the love of a good woman, or so the country song went. And, well, the love of a good woman was hard to find, so he certainly didn’t begrudge them that. Even if they had all turned into pussies.

Chapter Six

So she’d skirted out of the wedding a little earlier than she should have so she could go shopping for sexy lingerie. She hadn’t planned on hooking up for some wild sex while she was here, so she hadn’t packed for the occasion.

Payton stood in the bathroom of her hotel room, fiddling with the tie of her satin flyaway negligee. All ego aside, she knew she looked hot. The tie cinched her breasts and plumped them up to their best advantage, and the flyaway portion bared her belly and the tiny lace underwear that hardly covered her pussy at all.

She grinned at her reflection. No blindfold tonight. He was going to see it all, and she wanted it to be an experience he wouldn’t soon forget.

Promptly at nine, a knock sounded at her door, and she went to answer, foregoing the coy hide-and-seek act she’d played the night before.

As soon as she opened the door, he swept in and pulled her into his arms. Their lips met, collided in a fury of heat and passion. He backed her toward the bed while she yanked at his shirt.

She fell backwards onto the mattress, staring as he tore his shirt the rest of the way off. His shoes went flying and hit the opposite wall seconds before his jeans and underwear made fast tracks down his legs.

He had that hard, lean look of a hungry male as he loomed over her, his gaze blazing a trail over her body.

“Just the underwear,” he said. “Take the underwear off and leave the rest.”

“You do it,” she said mischievously.

With a sexy growl, he reached for her hips, snagged his fingers in the strings and ripped downward. The material gave way and he tossed the remnants over his shoulder.

His eyes gleamed, and he gave her a predatory smile as he lowered his body to hers.

“Love the outfit,” he murmured.

She sucked in her breath when he touched his lips to the swell of her breasts pushed together by the negligee. He proceeded to nibble at the plump flesh, burrowing his mouth between the mounds.

He delved deeper, his goatee scratching against her skin, sending tiny goose bumps to her nipples until they puckered and formed taut points. As he pulled back, he caught the tie with his teeth and yanked, loosening the top until it fell away from her breasts.

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p; Unwilling to wait for the attention she wanted, she buried her hand in his short-cropped hair, and finding little purchase, she slid her fingers to his ear to pull him toward her nipple.

She felt him smile against her skin before he lazily rolled his tongue over the sensitive bud. She moaned, voicing her approval, encouraging him to continue.

He sucked the nipple farther into his mouth and lightly grazed his teeth over the tip. She arched, feeling the shock all the way down to her pussy.

“I want you now,” she said, tugging at his shoulders.

“Do you?” he drawled. “It would seem I have the advantage here.”

She framed his face in her hands, forcing him to look directly at her. “If you want to keep that advantage, it would be in your best interest to give me what I want.”

Laughter rumbled out of his chest, vibrating against her clit which only served to heighten her need. “I do love a bossy woman.”

“I can be very rewarding,” she purred, arching her breasts higher.

“In that case,” he said as he backed off the bed, “come down here and show me just how rewarding.”

She lifted one brow as she regarded his wide-legged stance, his cock straining upward. He grasped the base, and he worked his hand slowly down then back up again.

She was always up for a little payback.

As he bent to dig in his jeans pocket for a condom, she slid off the bed, gliding to her knees in front of him. As she settled down, she shrugged out of the negligee, letting it fall to the floor. She placed her hands behind his knees, running them up, slowly, until her fingers splayed out over his firm ass.

She rose up on her knees until the head of his cock bobbed just an inch from her mouth. Blowing softly, she watched as he flinched in reaction. She kneaded his behind, moving closer to the cleft. Then she trailed one finger down the seam then back up again. His knees nearly buckled, and she smiled.

“Tease,” he muttered. He tossed the condom on the bed then wrapped his fingers in her long hair, gathering it in his palms until his knuckles brushed against her scalp. He tugged on her hair at the same time he rocked toward her.

She let her hands fall from his ass and moved them to his front. She curled her fingers around the base of his cock as he strained forward. She opened her mouth the barest of inches, circling just the head with her lips. Holding him there, she ran her tongue over the small slit then underneath to the taut seam. She traced the edge of the soft skin, enjoying the velvety smoothness.

He bucked against her, trying to seat himself farther into her mouth, but she held him firmly, continuing her slow exploration.

A drop of moisture seeped onto her tongue and she lapped at the slit, spreading the small amount of pre-come over the head.

“Payton, please,” he groaned.