But again, I’m a triple-A asshole.
“No shit,” I drawled again. “I’m here. I’m getting married. So what?”
“But you’re getting married to my MOTHER!” she almost screamed this time.
“True,” I said, baiting her, stroking my jaw like I was thinking. “True, true. Good point.”
She snorted and whirled away then, the hem of her dress fluttering up around her knees. But even worse, Lacey looked like she was on the verge of another scream, and I couldn’t afford to let her family hear. Time to get this shit in hand. After a quick look around, I grabbed her arm and dragged the creamy female into the men’s room.
Um yeah, not exactly the most romantic place. Industrial tile scrubbed gleaming white, with metal stalls. Even in a five-star joint, a bathroom is a bathroom.
But at least it was clean and empty. And without another word, I dragged Lacey into the large handicap stall and slammed the door behind us, latching it tight.
“Now that we’re not standing around in a public hallway having a private conversation, tell me what you’re trying to say,” I said lazily. “Let it all out, baby, let it out.”
The brunette literally bared her teeth then, and I had to laugh. Shit, this girl was full of verve! I had to get into her, sooner rather than later. So I tried again.
“What are you so worked up about?” came my drawl once more. “We were two people last night, male and female. We hit it off. So what?”
She threw me an angry glaze, huffing with frustration.
“That’s not even it,” bit out Lacey, those caramel eyes sparking. “You shouldn’t have been with anybody last night! You’re an engaged man.”
Hmm, that was true, but clearly this little chickadee didn’t know the specifics of my arrangement with her mom. Should I tell her? Naw, better not. That was Amanda’s prerogative.
So I took it easy.
“There’s no need for you to get excited about who I fuck, princess. Although my cock appreciates your concern.”
Which wasn’t strictly true. I wanted her to be intimately involved with my hard love muscle, especially after that meal. Watching her eat and lick the fork sensuously, squirming in her chair and heaving with pleasure, had kept me hard for an hour. I practically had zipper marks all along my schlong from being so ready to fuck.
And I still wanted to get down. With her in particular.
Lust ran hot through my balls, making them sizzle, filling out my dick even more. And before I knew it, my big frame had crowded close to the brunette, forcing her against the cold metal wall. Those brown eyes dropped to the front of my pants, a gasp rushing from her throat.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she whispered.
I was halfway to giving her an apology for being such a horny old bastard when the female licked her lips, still staring at the massive ridge of my cock. Then it was game over. Fuck this shit.
Because I’m not god. I’m not an angel, or a saint, not by a long shot. I’m an alpha male who’s ready to drill, and this little chickadee had pushed me to my limit.
Grunting like an animal at the end of its rope, I pressed her against the wall and crushed her lips with mine.
Oh shit, it was amazing. Because I didn’t taste her mouth last night. I just went straight for that wet pussy of hers and then her ass. But now … holy shit, this was heaven. Her mouth was luscious and hot, like cheesecake and cream, a combination fit for the gods. Pressed back into the wall, the female wriggled against me and made desperate, needy noises in the depths of her throat.
But Lacey gives as good as she gets. Her fingernails dug into my stomach, clawing like she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Holy fuck, this little slut was right up my alley.
But I’m an ass man through and through. I never pass up an opportunity.
Dragging my mouth away from hers, I whispered harshly, eyes ravenous.
“Turn around, princess. Let me see that butt.”
And like a good girl, the brunette turned, putting her palms up against the wall. Oh yeah, that position was good. The “hands up, you win” posture was perfect because I was going to drill her right here. I yanked those panties off, and sure enough, but the little girl pushed that giant shelf out, luscious and tantalizing.
She was bouncy in all the right places, making my dick throb and twitch, drizzling pre-cum. I had to have her. Right fucking now.
Unzipping, I shoved my pants down, dick in hand and brushed her pussy hole with the tip of my dick faster than I could breathe her name. And now I had a name to go with the fantasy that I’d been indulging in all morning. Lacey. It was so right despite the fact that we were in the men’s room during my engagement lunch, getting ready to do the dirty.