“Fuck me,” I manage to whisper hoarsely as I struggle to recover from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
He drags my underwear off viciously, spreading my legs to make way for his thick body. When I have my strength back, I grab his face and pull it down to me, kissing him passionately as he rubs his cock against me.
I brace for it, recalling how much it shocked me last night.
He takes it slow as if he’s accustomed to girls struggling with the size of him. When he’s in all the way, he pauses and lets me adjust before moving. It’s a weird place I’ve never been with another human being. A tense and straining moment, a true understanding of the calm before the storm.
He lifts his hand to my chin and tilts my face so we’re looking at each other. One fiery gaze locking on the other. He thrusts and we both moan, staring. I see myself in his eyes. His pupils are dilated like a shark’s, and suddenly I see it—I’m his prey. All along, I thought I had the upper hand, but he was letting me think that.
His lips twist into that grin, suggesting he’s also aware of my revelation, as he begins pumping into me, slamming me. The angle is weird with my legs hanging so I try to lean back but the table’s too small.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he says as he lifts me up.
I do as he says and he spins and carries me to the bed, laying me down carefully. He hovers over me, his ragged breath meeting mine. We’re staring again when he thrusts back inside me. The angle is perfect and my back arches as I dig into the bed, grabbing at sheets as he fucks me until we both orgasm loudly with our eyes locked on each other’s.
“Goddamn,” he whispers as he rolls over to face me. “Where the hell did you come from?”
“I already told you, Port McNeill. Typical Mainlander,” I reply, trying to catch my breath. “You guys always ignore everything us Islanders say.”
He laughs which is nice. No one else in our world would get the joke.
I’m nowhere near recovered when a knock at his door jerks both our heads in that direction. “Lori, you in there?”
“It’s Brady,” Lori whispers. “He won’t go—”
“It’s okay.” I lean in breathlessly and kiss him once. “It was nice meeting you, Lawrence. And I’m sure I’ll see ya around.” I climb out of the bed and hurry to my door, scooping up my clothes on the way.
When I close the door, I lock it and tell myself, Enough.
Just as Sukii says, “What happens at the wedding, stays at the wedding.” And I need this to stay here, where Stan and Victor never find out about it.
18 The setup
Lori
Fucking Brady.
He had to come get me for brunch and interrupt.
I can’t believe how upset I was waking with her gone.
I made her coffee and thought the second round would satisfy me, but all it’s done is make me want her more.
What is this sorcery?
“And I just want to thank you guys for being here and being so awesome.” Sami lifts her mimosa and speaks to us all, “This has legit been the best week of my life, besides having Eli.” She eyes the sleeping baby in her mom’s arms. “Cheers, everyone!”
We all toast and sip our orange juice and champagne.
“So I guess this is it. We have to go back to the real world,” Nat says as she dumps maple syrup on her bacon, hash browns, and eggs, the Canadian way; something I introduced her to.
“You better spill.” Brady leans in. “We all saw you guys leave together. You chased her fucking golf cart. What did she say to you at the bar?”
“Dude, stop,” Carson winks at me. “When Lori’s recovered, I’m sure we’ll all get some details.”
“She didn’t come for breakfast. Does she have a sore bottom, young Lawrence? Is that why you ran after the golf cart? She said you could play the back nine?” Brady laughs at his own joke.
“When has Lori ever given any of you honest details about his sex life?” Rich comes to my aid which I appreciate. “He’s always joking about fucking, but can you remember a genuine kiss and tell? No, he’s a gentleman.”
“When has Lori banged a girl worthy of my notice?” Brady asks, earning a hit in the arm from Nat.
But I say nothing.
“Cap’s noticeably missing too.” Brady’s eyes widen. “Did you have an orgy with Cap and the brunette?”
Offering nothing but a smug grin, I slowly sip my coffee, staring Brady down. My silence is killing him.
Nat knows it and winks at me.
“Come on, man!” Brady says loud enough to earn a scowl from Matt. “You sprinted after her golf cart. Sprinted, in those bullshit shoes Sami made us wear. And doesn’t your thigh hurt when you run right now? You almost died from sprints with Cap the other morning.” He points his fork at me but I offer nothing.
Carson laughs and nods. “Well played, Lori.” He nudges me.
Nat bursts into laughter.
“You assholes.” Brady throws in the towel and starts eating again. “Did she sleep over? Is that why you’re all tense and weird? You accidentally let her sleep over?”
“Breakfast is your favorite. Why aren’t you eating, Lori?” Sami interrupts.
“I’m not hungry,” I say loudly back and then lower my voice, “I ate a lot last night.” I offer a wink to Brady and get up from the table as everyone loses it.
“Come back here and tell me more!” Brady demands, but I wave over my head and walk to the rich side of the room to pay my
