Page 122 of Bridesmaid By Chance
I take the washcloth from him and then go into the closet, where I pluck another shirt from his pile. I then walk into the bathroom, shut the door, and remove my shirt. I stare down at where he marked me, fascinated.
The whisper of that one singular word pulsing through my veins.
Mine.
Mine.
I believe him.
I fully believe everything about the one single word.
I’m his. Right now, in this moment, as I wear his wedding ring, I’m his. And he might not give me all of him, but he sure as hell is claiming all of me.
I set the washcloth down, and instead, I turn on the shower. I tie my hair up into a bun and slide into the shower, where I rinse off using the delicious-smelling soap that the hotel provides. When I’m done, I dry off, throw on some lotion, and slip his shirt over my head. I take a moment to stare in the mirror. My cheeks are still flushed, but that’s the only sign that I just felt Hudson Hopper, felt how close he could be, felt how good he could make me feel.
I nibble my lower lip, envisioning what his five o’clock shadow could do to my skin, what his mouth and teeth could mark.
I need it, desperately.
And if I have to wait, if I have to keep taking these small steps to get there, I will. Because he’s what I want. Everything about him. I need him in my life, and I won’t rest until I have him.
I turn off the light and open the door. His light on his nightstand is on, but instead of looking at his phone, his hands are behind his head, and he’s waiting for me.
I feel his eyes track me as I round the bed and then slip under the covers. He turns off the light and turns toward me. I keep my back toward him and wait…
And wait…
And then his hand wraps around my stomach and he pulls me in close to his chest.
“I thought I fucking told you this is where you sleep.”
I smile to myself. “Sorry, must have forgot.”
Sloane: OMG OMG OMG we dry humped last night and it was the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced and I will forever and ever and ever want to dry hump with him.
Stacey: I’m about to go to bed and this is the freaking text you send me?
Sloane: I’m sorry but I couldn’t keep it in. I went down to the lobby for some coffee so I could get away from him. I swear he’s stalking me like prey now. He had a little taste and now he wants the main course.
Stacey: What do you mean?
Sloane: I mean he woke up this morning and he has not taken his eyes off me. He’s always on his phone, always typing away, but it’s different now. It’s like he’s waiting to pounce and it’s thrilling. And the dry humping, omg! Gah, and I saw his dick and I know you don’t like dicks, but Jesus, Stacey, even you would like this one. So big and long and thick and I rode that cock hard last night, through his briefs, and it brought me to completion.
Stacey: This is all…too much. I don’t think I want to know about thick dicks.
Sloane: Stacey, this is HUGE! Just like his penis.
Stacey: Dear God. You realize this is bad, right? You weren’t supposed to cross this line?
Sloane: I know but I can’t even remember how it happened. Oh yeah, he wanted me to masturbate in front of him and I was trying but then I wanted so much more. And that’s when I started riding him but I couldn’t find the right spot and then he flipped me to my back and pulsed against me. I’m surprised he didn’t plow a hole through the wall from the force. Oh, and then he came on my stomach and whispered “mine” in my ear. My nipples are hard just thinking about it.
Stacey: God, that’s the great thing about being with a woman, you don’t have to worry about a man marking you up with his freaking semen!
Sloane: I love it. I want him to mark me all over my face.
Stacey: And I’m done with this. Good night.
Sloane: Wait, I’m not done. I have questions, I have stories. I want to tell you how great my orgasm felt.
