Only You series #2
When I walked in on my girlfriend screwing another guy, I never would have thought I’d be sitting at their wedding less than six months later. But who am I to turn down a night of free food, booze and pretty bridesmaids?
But at the back of the room, at the rejects table, I’m captivated by the woman sitting next to me. She’s gorgeous and smart, and I can’t work out how she’s single. Until I realise she’s the groom’s ex.
This single mother and I are about to turn this wedding into a night our cheating exes will never forget.
Here's a taste of what's inside!
“Did we really just get kicked out of the wedding?” I laughed softly against Elodie’s lips.
She pulled back, her eyes slightly unfocused and her hair a tousled halo from where I’d been running my fingers through it. Her lips were already swollen from the fast and furious make-out session we’d been having in the back seat of the taxi.
“Bree wasn’t a fan of your singing, apparently.” She grinned, and I leant in to kiss her again, unable to get enough of her.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I mumbled against her skin.
City lights flashed by in a blur outside the window as I let my lips trail off the side of her mouth, along her jaw to the spot beneath her ear. I watched in fascination as her head dropped back and her eyes closed. My cock thickened behind the fly of my suit pants. “Come home with me,” I whispered.
She moaned quietly as my tongue circled the shell of her ear. “I want to, but I shouldn’t.”
“Okay.” I paused and sat back. “Is this,” I motioned between us, “still alright, though?”
Her fingers snaked into my hair, pulling my head to her mouth. Her lips were hot and demanding, sending fire through my veins. Her breasts rubbed against my chest until I wanted to ease her down on the back seat and cover my body with hers—driver be damned.
“I’ve got to get Nathan in the morning.”
My fingers skated over her hip and up her ribcage, my thumb stopping just below the swell of her breast. “Okay.”
“We only just met.”
I pulled away, my lips hovering just over hers, and smiled gently. “It’s fine. Really.” I meant it. I’d had an amazing evening with her, and if this was as far as it went, that was more than okay with me. “You’ll be worth waiting for.”
“We’re here,” the driver announced with a glance in the rearview mirror. I’d expected him to be leering at us after we’d just spent fifteen minutes going to second base in the back seat of his car. But he looked thoroughly bored, as if he saw this sort of thing every night. Maybe he did.
My lips brushed over Elodie’s. “This is me. Are you sure you’re okay to go the rest of the way on your own?” I’d wanted the taxi driver to take her home first, but she’d refused, insisting her place was further and that she’d be fine alone. I handed the driver a few notes, making sure to give him more than enough to cover Elodie for the rest of her trip home.
She nodded and glanced over my shoulder at my townhouse. “Yeah, I’ll be…” She bit her bottom lip as her eyes locked with mine. My heart thumped, seemingly only to push lust through my veins. I wanted her with every ounce of my being, and despite respecting her boundaries, I was damn disappointed this was ending here. But I could wait as long as she wanted. I was a patient man, even when my cock was so hard I was surprised it hadn’t exploded into pieces.
“Oh, screw it.” Her lips slammed into mine again.