Page 206 of Bridesmaid Undercover
I thrust harder…deeper…my orgasm tiptoeing up my back until it clutches around me, seizing me.
I still as I roar out my pleasure, my cock swelling right before I spill inside of her.
“Fuck, Everly,” I say as I catch my breath, my body trying to come back down to Earth, but that feels impossible as her pussy continues to lightly clench around my cock.
It takes us a few seconds, but when we’re both settled, I remove myself from her, pull off my condom and place it in her trashcan. I adjust myself back into my pants and when she tries to sit up, I stop her.
Instead, I grab her thong from the floor and slide it back up her legs. “I’ll let you keep these this time, but next time, they’re mine.”
After I adjust her dress, and she sits up, turning to face me, I catch her heady eyes. “Who says there will be a next time?”
Did I wish this would have fixed our problems? Yes.
Did I know it was a slim chance? Absolutely.
But that doesn’t mean it’s not the first step. She wants to be desired and wanted. Well, what we just did showed exactly that.
I smirk and take her hands in mine before helping her up to a standing position. I straighten out her dress for her and then tip her chin up with one finger. Moving in close, I whisper, “If I have anything to say about it, there will be a next time.” And then I press a soft kiss to her lips.
It’s short, but it’s just enough to hold me over.
I step away and head to her office door. I’m about to tell her to enjoy the cronuts when she follows me with the box. “You’re forgetting these.”
“They’re yours, Everly.”
“I don’t want them.”
“So, you’ll take the orgasms but not the cronuts?”
Her eyes narrow. “What game are you playing, Hardy?”
“I’m not playing any game—you’re the one being difficult.”
“Difficult?” she says with a raised voice. “You’re the one who hurt me and then you just come in here thinking you can…you can play around with me and make everything better?”
“I don’t, actually,” I say as I turn to face her. “I came here to show you what you mean to me. What I did the other morning was not only wrong, but pretty much unforgiveable, I get that. But I’m not too proud to make sure you know that I’m sorry, because I am. And that I want you, because I do. The cronuts were a gift, the orgasms were to help you feel just as desired and worthy as you deserve.” I want to tell her that the orgasms were to thaw out her iciness, but I understand that she’s in self-protection mode. Still, she needs to know I’m not done. “Maybe next time I run into you, you won’t be as icy.”
Then with that, I walk out of her office with the taste of her still on my tongue and another plan brewing in my mind.
Hardy:Can you invite Everly to your wedding? I know it’s last minute, but maybe say you need help with something.
Polly:What did you do?
Hardy:Let’s just say the morning after wasn’t my finest moment.
Polly:Oh Hardy.
Hardy:I know, okay? I don’t need to hear it. I’ve already beaten myself up about the whole thing. I need some help and I would really appreciate it if you could get Everly to the wedding. Maybe she can be a second bridesmaid.
Polly:You know, George, Ken’s cousin, was bitching the other day about not being a groomsman.
Hardy:Perfect, add him to the mix and then hire Everly, I’ll pay for it. Does she need a dress? I’ll pay for that too.
Polly:Maple is just wearing a formal black dress, so Everly can do the same.
Hardy:Great! Then it works.
Polly:For you, but now I have to explain to the moms why I’m changing things two days before the wedding.
