Devoted - The Complete Series: A BWWM Romance Boxset (6 page)

The band kicks it up with a lively tune for the next song, and a few couples start to peel off the dance floor. If Kendra and Matthew can hear the music, it doesn’t show since they’re still softly swaying against each other in a love-laced trance.

“You know, I was never very good at asking the pretty girls to dance.” I swirl around, and Bradley is standing next to me, close enough that my arm grazes across his chest and my body tingles. “But I thought I’d regret it if I didn’t come over here and ask you before I have to leave.” He smiles, and I try to picture him struggling for anything with any woman at any age, but I’m coming up blank.

My head is still pounding, and my feet are tired, but there’s no denying that I want to dance with him… horizontally… in bed. However, this will do for now. “I’d love to.” I smile back and watch the tiny lines at the corners of his eyes grow deeper as he beams back at me.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Bradley extends his arm and leads me to the floor. Just as we turn to face each other, the band breaks out in a roaring version of the bird dance.
Are you kidding me? Why do they play this at every wedding reception? Does anyone like this song?

My question is quickly answered as the floodgates open, and we’re quickly engulfed by a crowd of enthusiastic arm flappers. Bradley looks at me and shrugs, breaking into a twist then clapping along with the group. I’m staring at him, unmoving, with total disbelief when he grabs my arm, and we start twirling around in a circle. A smile spreads across my face despite myself. I guess it’s a classic because it’s actually a lot of fun.

The music blends into another slow song and Bradley holds my wrist, pulling me in against him. His shoulders are wide making my hand look small resting on it. At first glance, I didn’t realize how built he is. I’m 5’6”, so almost 6 feet in these heels, and he is easily 4 inches taller than me. As his hand wraps around my waist, I rest my head against his chest and close my eyes, breathing him in, wishing he could hold me like this for the rest of the night.

As the song fades out, Bradley gently tugs my hand, leading me back off the dance floor. Well, it was fun while it lasted.

“Can I get you another glass of wine?” Bradley nods at my empty glass sitting beside my clutch on the table.

“Don’t you have to go?” I don’t want to sound like I’m pushing him out the door, but he did tell me he had other plans.

“Priorities. The way I see it, I can walk out of here and tend to an issue that will still be there in the morning. Or I can stay and dance with you until the morning. I’m not much of a dancer, but I’d love to show you all my sweet moves if you want to stay.” He laughs, “Let’s see, you’ve already seen my signature dance with the bird song there. But I’ve got some pretty impressive foot shuffling and a cabbage patch.” He moves his hands like he’s stirring an invisible witch’s brew, “that will blow your mind.”

I laugh as he shuffles around like he has a bug in his shoe.
Maybe it’s true what they say about white guys on the dance floor
. He stops and grins at me as his hair flicks down on his forehead, giving him an irresistible boyish charm.

“I don’t know if I can keep up!” I tease, tilting my head. “Those are some pretty advanced dances, I mean did you take a class or something? You must be a professional.” We laugh, and I realize that my headache along with all my tension from the day have both evaporated.

“I did study at Juilliard, so it’s understandable that you’d be intimidated.” His eyes twinkle. “How about we get a couple glasses of wine, and I’ll teach you what I know?” He touches my elbow, and my eyes are glued to his thick lips.

“I’d like that,” my voice is lower as my eyes stay glued on his mouth. His perfectly kissable mouth.

The band breaks out into another cheesy classic, YMCA, and I roll my eyes. “Ugh, who chose this music? I’m putting this on Matthew. There’s no way Kendra ok’d these songs.”

Bradley grins. “Awww, c’mon it isn’t that bad. Let’s go dance, it’ll be fun.” He starts shuffling with his hands pulled in tight to his chest like he stole all the best moves from the junior high prom.

“You must be kidding.” My feet are rooted;
I have to draw the line somewhere.
“There’s no way you’re getting me out there.”

“You know, they say that on your deathbed it’s the things you don’t do that we regret.”

“Yeah, somehow I don’t think anyone went out clutching their chest and crying that they didn’t do enough cheesy dances.” I laugh as my shoulders soften along with my resistance. The shine on Bradley’s eyes is more intoxicating than this wine. It’s refreshing to see someone so full of life that it’s bursting out of them like an aura. Refreshing and sexy. Maybe I’ve watched too many TV dramas or based my ideas of rich people too much off Matthew Blackwell, but Bradley just seems so grounded compared to how most rich guys are. I bet he isn’t from New York.

He tugs my hand playfully, and I can’t resist. Within seconds, we’re mixed in with the enthusiastic crowd flailing our arms around like cheerleaders missing their pom-poms to the YMCA. Normally I’d feel foolish dancing like this in front of a man like Bradley, but with him it just feels fun.

The music melts into another waltz, and he pulls me into him and tastes my lips, kissing me softly. The tension in my body from his unexpected movement floats away as our tongues collide in their own dance. When he pulls back, it takes me a few seconds to realize that we’re standing still in the middle of a dance floor full of swaying couples. I thought we were dancing too, but it was just the room swirling around me from the head rush. He looks down at me, his eyes are telling me that he wants me as much as my body is begging me to go home with him. Wordlessly, we walk off the floor, knowing that we’re going to head out to someplace more private. Someplace where we can kiss more…
naked
.

Chapter Eight:

Bradley

The coat room is musty. The racks of unclaimed jackets and overcoats surround us, reminding me of the forts I used to build with my brother as a child. It was incredible how long we could occupy ourselves with nothing but our imaginations and a blanket draped over a couple chairs. It’s so warm in here, I feel like stripping off this heavy suit and leaving it in a puddle on the floor. That gives me an idea.

“You know,” I pull Brianna into me so tight that you couldn’t slip a sheet of paper between us, “I say to hell with damned social graces, I want you right here, right now.” My eyes flit in the direction of the large empty desk outside the door that is currently unattended by the coat check girl that was there earlier.

Pressed skintight against my stiffening cock, I feel her thighs squeeze together, and her nipples become pebbles inside the thin fabric of her dress. For a moment, I consider tearing the gown from her body, but my better sense kicks in and reminds me that she still needs to leave the coat room once I’m done with her. The thought of fucking her in such a risky, public place has me rock hard. Between the wine and Brianna’s sultry smile, it’s all I can do to stop myself from pouncing her like a starving lion.

She bites her bottom lip and my cock throbs with blood, begging me to push her to her knees and make her wrap her lips around me. I manage to pry my eyes away and check the room once more to make sure we’re still alone. Hidden behind two, sprawling racks of coats we’re well concealed, despite the wide open door. Pushing her back against the wall, I devour her mouth in a fiery kiss as I push her billowy skirt up her legs and over her hips.

Brianna moans into my mouth, opening her stance a little, allowing me to easily thrust my hand into her soaking panties where my fingers are instantly coated with her nectar. I slide my finger across her eager slit and plunge it inside her quivering pussy, feeling like I might explode as she grips her inside muscles against me. She’s
so
tight. All of my restraint disappears, and I unstrap my belt, pulling open my pants in a flurry. “Face the wall,” my voice is gravel across my vocal chords.

Brianna looks uncertain as she peers over at the door, but I don’t have the patience for second guessing now. Grabbing her hips firm in my hands, I flip her in one effortless swoop, pushing her against the wall. She gasps loudly, but doesn’t refuse my advances, instead she pushes her hands against the wall like a criminal about to be patted down by an officer and wiggles her supple ass at me like a cat twitching its tail. Pulling my cock from my boxers, I hook my arm around her waist and pull her ass toward me until her back is flat like a tabletop and her eager pussy is waiting for my cock. Grabbing her thong, I twist it in my hand until the elastic and lace give way, exploding across my fist in a painful snap. “Ow! Hey, those were expensive!” She complains, looking over her shoulder back at me.

“If you keep making a fuss, I’ll have to put them in your mouth,” I growl. Her eyes widen, but she arches her back and grinds her firm ass over my thick cock in approval. I grab the base and sink myself inside her quivering pussy in one long thrust, filling her with my girth as she moans so loud that I’m certain anyone standing within ten feet of the door can hear her. Making good on my threat, I ball her black thong up and push it toward her lips. I’m not surprised when she willingly opens her mouth like she knows as well as I do that she needs to be restrained.

I give her ass a sharp slap, and she bears down on my cock as I slide it inside her down to the hilt. This time, she grunts around the fabric in her mouth much quieter than before. Although her body is telling me what her restricted moaning can’t, she wants it hard. Holding each of her hips like a handle I pull almost all the way out and plunge into her core again and again. Suddenly my concentration is shattered when I hear a drunken couple stumble in the open door, giggling. Brianna wiggles away from me at the same moment that I pull back from her, both of us silent as we fumble to cover ourselves quickly.

Her eyes are frantic, searching the room wildly for the intruders as she tosses her skirts down over her round ass. Tucking my cock under my belt, it’s all I can do to stop myself from groaning with disappointment as my balls constrict and scream at me to finish the job. The couple inside the door are kissing and rubbing against each other like a couple of teenagers on prom night. Once Brianna smooths her hands over her hair and dress, I give her a nod and hold out my arm that she delicately holds in her small hand.

“I think I’ll have to come back tomorrow to find out where your coat went. There’s just no telling where it’s gotten to,” I say loudly and watch as the couple comically pull away from each other.

“Ok, there’s no point in wasting anymore time looking, I guess. Let’s just go.” Brianna agrees, following my lead. As we stroll past the couple, the young man nods at me while his date refuses to look up from the floor. Walking out the door, I realize that Brianna must have left her torn panties on the floor by the back wall and imagine with amusement seeing the janitor’s reaction as he picks up yet another discarded memento from a passionate tryst.

Chapter Nine:

Brianna

“I have to say goodbye to Kendra first.” I laugh as Bradley reluctantly lets me squirm out of his arms tangled around me. My entire neck is buzzing from the feeling of his lips dragging over my skin. I know he’s eager to get outta here and pick up where we just left off. I can’t believe how hot he just made me, I’ve had sex in more semi-public places than I care to count, but no one has ever fucked me like that before. If I didn’t care so much about Kendra, I’d be ducking out of here too, my pussy is already aching for more.