Back to Me (Carolina Rebels 1) - Page 93

My knees weaken at the sound of a voice which is pure sin even with such simple and few words. I lift my head to see a man wearing a speedo. It’s the colors of the Canadian flag, which is kind of odd, and in the middle, barely concealing a tempting looking dick, is the maple leaf. There’s a medal hanging around his neck, too. When I manage to lift my eyes even higher, I see the bright blue eyes of a man with a beautiful grin, a slightly crooked nose that’s probably been broken at some point, and short blond hair.

Damn. He’s as good looking as his voice portrays.

“Are you?” he presses.

“Am I what?”

His grin widens. “Are you okay?”

“Oh. I’m fine.”

His gaze travels down my body, at first causing shivers, but then I wonder if my dress has moved, so I look down at myself. Nope. Dress is still covering me.

“You look hot.”

My head snaps up so quickly, it’s no wonder I don’t bump it on the wall behind me.

“What are you doing hiding in a hallway by the bathrooms?”

“I just needed a break. It’s crazy in there.” My freaking eyes keep dropping to the maple leaf. It’s just there! Standing out since it’s red on white and not to mention, there’s the fact that it’s doing a terrible job of concealing his dick.

“Not a fan of parties?” There’s a teasing in his voice that his seemingly ever-present grin confirms.

“Not really.” My eyes drop again. Man, I should get laid. This guy is toned and obviously has a good package. Maybe Sylvia was right. I should let loose. At least for one night. With the liquid courage coursing through me as my heart pulses so hard I can feel it everywhere from my head and down lower, I look into Baby Blue’s eyes. His mouth parts with another question, I assume. That seems to be all he does. Ask questions. That should stop. Before I can think this through, I launch toward him.

Baby Blue is surprised, but he grabs my hips. My hooker heels are amazing because they help lift me up to his height. When I press my lips to his, he kisses me back. His mouth parts and I slide my tongue inside, tasting alcohol. Suddenly, I’m pressed against the wall with my legs hooked around his hips and the maple leaf is getting acquainted with my lacy red boy shorts. His hands are holding my bottom and his fingertips dig in hard enough to cause an oddly pleasurable pain.

Fuck me now, he can kiss!

The pang in my chest at the realization that this is the best kiss of my life can’t be heard over the roar of my heartbeat.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispers against my lips before kissing me again. All I can do is nod because there’s no way I’m voluntarily removing my mouth from his. Baby Blue is walking and the next thing I know, he’s opening the door to a truck and setting me in the back seat. I walk backward on my hands as he crawls in after me. He kisses me hard, stealing my breath away.

I open my mouth to complain when he stops, but then he opens the center console in the front seat to grab a condom. That’s when I panic. I can’t do this! This is wrong. I don’t know anything about him, not even his name. I know nothing! Most importantly, he’s not my husband. This is a bad idea.

Baby Blue starts kissing me again. A loud moan resounds in the cab as his fingers graze over my panties. Shit. That moan was from me. The urge to leave floats away. I’m too consumed by a man wearing a Canadian speedo.

How is this my life right now?

“What’s your name?” he mumbles between kisses down his trail to my cleavage.

“Ivy,” I lie.

He chuckles. “Makes sense.” He lifts his head with that cocky grin. “Mind if I fuck you, Ivy?”

“Please,” I beg. God, who am I? There’s no time to think about it. Baby Blue has pushed down the speedo and put on a condom without me noticing. He pushes my panties to the side and enters me. His truck is quickly filled with moans and groans and grunts and pants. For a few blissful minutes, I’m not Elizabeth, or Lizzy, or a widow. I’m not the woman who avoids fun and happiness like it could kill me. I’m not the woman who has to be convinced for two weeks that I should go out and attend a Halloween party.

Unfortunately, I’m apparently a woman who after a few too many drinks can be easily persuaded to climb into the back of a truck and fuck a stranger. This thought doesn’t hit me until after our orgasms, which were way too good for sex in a vehicle.

“I need to go.”

“What? Why?” Baby Blue asks, but I’m already slipping out from underneath him and nearly falling out of the truck as I open the door and try to get away.

I adjust my dress, kick off my heels, grab them, and run to the other side of the building where I parked as Baby Blue calls out, “Ivy!”

God, what have I done? I rip off my mask once I get onto the road. I’m so thankful I left my keys in my car and didn’t carry anything inside with me. This is not who I am. My sob can’t be helped. I’ve betrayed him. That is definitely not what he would’ve wanted for me.

“I’m so sorry, Roger. I’m so sorry.”

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