Sweetest Sin: Bad Boy Bundle (44 page)

"Now what?" I whispered.

"She turned around and went back, oh, no wait."

"Wait what? What wait?"

"For a minute it looked like someone was pointing out here and I thought she was coming back. But she just walked back into the house."

"Are you sure?"

"Yea." He took in a deep breath and glanced down at me.

The mist from his breath danced and mingled with mine. I felt like such a tiny girl, smiling incessantly at a childish crush. Even the thought of the lightest touch was igniting my nerves.

"Hey, how's my car?" I asked, desperately hoping to be able to change the subject.

He smiled and gazed out toward the garage. "I'm not sure, to be honest. I haven't had a chance to look at it. But Grams said she had it moved to the garage so it wouldn't block up the driveway tomorrow. So I should be able to take a look then."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Sure, if you want. I might not be able to do much for you, though. A fucking tree fell on it. I'm guessing it's pretty much totaled."

"Thanks for that. I feel much better now."

Tim chuckled and looked back up at the house. "I think she finally gave up on looking for you. Looks like they're all posing for pictures now."

I turned around and pressed myself against the tree as I leaned out to see for myself. Sure enough, everyone was lined up inside. Flashes of light flickered as cameras did their jobs to capture the moment.

A moment I would not be a part of.

It didn't bother me. I knew Marti was going to be pissed that I wasn't in the picture, but at the same time she didn't really want me in the picture, anyway. She made no secret of the fact that the only reason she even asked me to be a bridesmaid was because our mother said she had to.

My mom's lame attempt at forcing Marti and me to get along.

Tim's hot breath warmed the flesh on the back of my neck. I turned my head slightly, just enough to see him looming over me. Staring down at the edge of my shoulder. His hand hovering just above my hair as though he were debating whether or not to move it.

I took in a deep breath, puffing out my chest and pushing myself away from the tree and closer into his hot body. My movement forced his breath out of his lungs, allowing a small moan to escape along with it. I loved that I could turn him on that easily. My thoughts kept traveling back to when he said that the scene on the motorcycle had been hot. Not inexperienced and childish, as I thought it was. But hot.

Slowly, I turned back around. Making sure every angle of my body rubbed up against him as I turned. I leaned back against the tree and bit my bottom lip. "You know, we agreed no more. Not once we got back to Grams's house," I whispered.

"God I know," he whispered. He planted his right hand on my waist, gliding it up my curve while his left hand gripped my shoulder. Slowly, he added pressure to his gliding arm. His hard cock pressed against my belly. Pulsing against me.

I couldn't stop myself from reacting. I dripped at the thought of how turned on he was. My eyes closed and I took in a deep breath as his hands slipped inside the jacket and worked their way around my waist. My flesh shivered at his warm touch. I lifted one foot, planting it back against the trunk of the tree and resting my knee against his outer leg.

"Technically, we aren't at Grams's house anymore," he whispered. His breath drew closer. His lips brushed against mine.

I quivered, fighting the urge to reach out to those lips with my tongue and draw him in even closer.

His hands gripped my waist. My skin tingled as he stretched his fingers across.

"Really?" I asked. I wasn't sure why I asked. That question sounded ridiculous. I knew what he was doing. It was obvious he was trying to get me to ask him to take me again. Trying to get me to beg. Again.

No way I was going to fall into that again. Not the same way I walked into it the last time.

His hand wrapped around me tighter. That hard cock of his pressed up against my belly as he pinned me between the tree and his body. How I wanted to wrap my hand around his shaft. To free it from his jeans and pump him into me.

Tim's hand slid up my dress and rested against my breast. My nipple hardened in his hand. I wondered how much longer we would stand there. Pinned to a tree pressing our foreheads together. Our hot breath mingling between our lips.

The only question that remained was who would make the first move.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Angela's hair smelled of a blend of sweat and flowery shampoo. I hated it. Yet I couldn't get enough of it. Every ounce of my being wanted to drink her in. To taste her. To let her taste me. I wanted to watch her writhe.

She bit her lip. Her breasts heaved with every hot breath. My thumb grazed over her nipple, making it harden in my hand and stick through the dress. Finally, I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. I plunged my tongue between her lips and sought out her hot tongue. And they danced. Oh, God, did they dance.

I hadn't even noticed I was holding my breath until she pulled away from me. Her eyes darted between mine. Lit ablaze under the moonlight.

"Wait," she said. "Is this really a good idea?"

"Are you kidding? This is a horrible idea. Dozens of people just inside the house. Any one of them could come out here and catch us at any minute. Not to mention, we have both told each other no more of this."

"Yea, but, maybe we just need one round just for closure. You know? I mean, that last one was so broken, it was hard to even tell whether that counted as one or two. Maybe we just need one more--."

I didn't let her finish her sentence. I didn't need to let her finish it. The cracks in her voice told me everything I needed to know. And the tongue in her mouth told me I wasn't wrong.

I found the open zipper of her dress and slipped my hand through. The chill in the air made her skin cold to the touch. Mist dropped from the sky as I reached into her dress and grabbed her breast. Her moans vibrated against my tongue. In seconds, I had her hoisted up against the tree and her legs wrapped around me. I leaned in closer, letting my shaft press up against her core as she rocked.

My hands gripped and squeezed her thighs. Gliding up to feel her juices as she dripped into her panties. The folds of her pussy were so warm. Much warmer than the rest of her skin. I wanted to wrap myself in there. To feel my manhood plunge into her warmth with all my might.

I wanted her to cum around my cock so hard she cried.

Her panties slid over easily, granting me even better access to her hot pussy. I coated my fingers in her juices as I plunged them in and out of her. Again. And again. Her thighs clutched tight around my waist as I worked on dropping my pants.

She threw her head back as I sank my shaft deep into her.

"Shhh," I whispered as her moans grew louder.

She stifled her moans by biting her lip. Her hips thrust against me. Inviting me in deeper. Harder.

I pounded into her leaning up against the tree.

"Oh my God," someone said from somewhere in the trees.

I stopped moving, staring Angela in the eyes. My throbbing cock buried deep in her pussy. Forced to stop moving.

She scowled and her hips continued to rock. Her eyes glazed over and I thought for a moment that she really might begin to cry.

"Marti," a man said. "Are you sure this is okay?"

His question was answered with more moans.

I glanced around a few seconds to see if I could find the source. To tell how far away they were. I couldn't see anything. Just more trees. Their moans started echoing around us. I turned my attention back to Angela. Her breathing was sharp and deep. Her lips quivered.

I pulled my cock out slowly and pushed it deep inside her. Making sure to fill every inch of her. The other couple moaning from elsewhere in the trees drowned out any noise Angela made. But I didn't want to take a chance. I cupped my hand over her mouth as she moaned.

All the moaning set my nerves on fire. My cock stood harder than ever before. Working in and out of her pussy.

"Suck my cock, slut," the man whispered from the trees. The slurping noises that followed hinted that they were met in agreement.

I was suddenly aware of just how close I was. I held my breath and stopped moving again. I stared at Angela. She was close. I know she was. Despite our loud invaders, her pussy was begging for release. Her muscles flexed around me.

"Fuck, I don't have a condom," I whispered.

She clenched her eyes shut and buried her face into my shoulders. "Fuck," she whispered. After several deep breaths she pulled me out of her and lowered herself to the ground before dropping to her knees. Before I could say anything, she twirled her tongue around the length of my shaft.

I leaned forward against the tree, nearly losing my balance. She wrapped her lips around he tip of my cock and sucked. I lost my thrust and nearly lost control over my moans. I glanced down. Her panties were still set askew and her hips rocked against the cool air.

"Fuck I'm about to cum. Milk me, Marti. Milk me and swallow it all."

I couldn't do it. That man's narration threw me. I reached down and grabbed Angela's shoulder, spinning her around so she was on her knees in front of me and I knelt down behind her. I swept my fingers from her hot pussy back to her ass. Releasing her gasp as I pressed my finger into her.

Her hips rocked as I swirled my fingers back and forth from her pussy to her ass. A few seconds later, she grabbed my cock and pressed the tip against her bottom. Her firm ass tightened up against me. I smeared more of her juices around me and pressed in further.

She backed into me, taking me all in. I glanced down. The sight of her perfect ass wrapped around my cock made me hold my breath. Her juices glistened along the flesh of my shaft as I pulled out. I pressed in again. Deep and slow.

I reached around and clapped my hand over her clit as my rhythm grew faster. She continued to thrust against me, grinding her pussy against my hand and shoving my cock into her ass. It didn't take long before she quaked in front of me. Her ass clamped down on my shaft and I couldn't hold back. My cum squirted deep inside as her pussy flooded.

Thankfully, Marti and her mystery fuck reached climax right around the same time. They screamed and moaned so loud I knew there was no way they could hear our whispered moans.

Angela lay in front of me, her elbows too weak to hold her up. I slipped out of her and rubbed her back as she caught her breath. She whipped her hair back over her shoulders and sat up. She adjusted her panties and straightened out her dress.

"We have to get back inside," she whispered.

"You go first," I nodded. "I'll go in a bit later."

Angela nodded and took a deep breath. "Maybe our rules are just too strict," she said. "Maybe instead of trying to tell ourselves no more while we're in the middle of everything we should be saying no more after this weekend? Once we part ways, that's it?"

I smiled and pulled up my pants. "Go," I said. "Before your sister catches you. You're already going to be in trouble for missing the photos."

Marti's groaning in the trees got louder. It started to resemble hissing more than groaning.

Angela nodded and trotted out of the trees. She stopped at the gazebo and straightened herself out some more before sneaking the rest of the way into the house.

"Wait," I heard Marti whisper to her lover. "Someone's out there."

I held my breath and stood still.

"You're crazy, Marti," he answered. "I don't hear anything."

"No, I swear I heard two people talking."

More silence. They were trying to find me just as I had been trying to find them earlier.

Minutes later, more groaning. "Come on," the man whispered. "If someone's out there, we'll give them a show."

"What if it's Cody?" Marti asked.

***

I wasn't sure how I did it. Somehow my weak knees managed to pull me from the woods and over to the house, inside and up the stairs and not one person saw me. At least, no one seemed to see me. I left Tim's jacket hanging on the back of a chair in the living room on my way through.

Next thing I knew, I was in the bathroom. Staring at the imprints on my knees of leaves and twigs. Tim's cum still drizzling down the back of my leg.

God, I felt like a slut. How many times was I going to jump on that man's cock?

I peeled the awful pink dress off of me and turned on the hot water. Steam fogged up the mirror and filled the room in no time. I stepped into the hot water and took in a deep breath, reveling in the weak euphoria that had taken over my body. I let the water cascade onto my hair and drip down my back. I had no idea how long I stood there with my eyes closed, relaxing in the water, but I jumped to attention when the door opened.

Damn it,
I thought.
I really need to learn how to start locking that damn thing.

"Who's in here?" Marti's voice cut through the steam.

I rolled my eyes and choked out the words. "It's me."

"Angela! Where the fuck have you been?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you missed the photographs."

"Oh sorry. I went for a walk."

"You went for a walk? It's just like you to go for a walk and ruin my photographs. You're so fucking selfish. You probably did it on purpose, too."

"Yes, Marti. That's right. I brought in the rain and got into a car accident and parked right where I knew a tree was going to fall on my car all as part of my elaborate plan to ruin your photographs by not being in them. Now if you don't mind. I'm in the shower. Can you maybe yell at me some other time?"

"Fuck you, Angela." She growled and stomped around the bathroom.

I shook my head and turned the water hotter, as if more steam would somehow drown out her voice.

"What the fuck is this?"

"What now?"

"This. On my dress?" She ripped the shower curtain aside and glared at me.

I covered myself as best as I could with my two arms and glared back. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"My dress, Angela. It's got leaves and twigs stuck on it! The zipper is pulled off the track. And it's soaking wet. What the fuck were you doing, hiking?"

"I told you I went for a walk."

"You're so full of it!" she screamed. "I fucking hate you. I can't believe mom told me I had to choose you to be a bridesmaid."

"Oh my God, Marti. You're such a baby. Would you just get out so I can finish my shower? That dress is fucking ugly, anyway. I did you a favor."

She grumbled and stormed out of the bathroom, being sure to slam the door behind her.

I stifled a chuckle and pulled the shower curtain back shut. It was the first time in as long as I could remember that I actually stood up to her. And it felt good. But it was also short lived. The bathroom door swung open only a few minutes later and my mother walked in.

"Angela, is it true you ruined Marti's dress when she was nice enough to loan you one?"

"Mom. It was an accident. Can you please shut the door? You're letting a draft in."

"I just don't understand why you would do that to your sister? It's her wedding day. Why can't you just be there for her?"

"I am here for her, mom. I went for a walk, that's all. I didn't set out to ruin her dress on purpose. Can you please let me finish my shower?"

"Well, I want you to apologize to her right now."

"Mom. I'm in the shower."

"Don't get smart with me, Angela."

"I'm not getting smart. I'm getting cold. Can you please leave and close the door?"

"Are you going to apologize to her?"

"Oh my God, Mom. Out. Get out!" I yelled. I couldn't believe she was in the bathroom like this. How old did she think I was?

With my shower effectively ruined, I turned off the water and stepped out onto the mat for a towel. Of course, I forgot to bring any clothes in with me. I was so caught up in sneaking in here unseen I didn't make any arrangements for what I would do after getting in here. Sighing in frustration over how low my night had fallen, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body. Then I pressed my ear against the door and listened.

Complete silence.

I exhaled and cracked the door open to take a peek. Still clear. Confident I was alone, I bolted across the hallway and over to my room. Closing the door behind me before letting go of my breath. I glanced over at the clock.

10:53.

It didn't seem possible that it would only be 10:53 in the evening. Not after how much happened.

My stomach rumbled and I wondered if it was worth the risk of running into my insane mother and sister just to sneak downstairs and grab a plate of food.

***

"Honestly, all this fuss over a dress," Grams said as she walked into the kitchen.

"What happened?"

"Oh, the usual. Marti and Angela are fighting as always. No bog deal. Did you get enough to eat, Timmy?"

"Yea. Thanks Grams." I lied. I was starving. Which she could probably tell just by looking at the full plate of food I was shoveling into my mouth.

"What is this?" Grams asked and grabbed a twig out of the cuff of my pants.

I chuckled a bit. "I went out for a walk earlier after the rehearsal," I said.

"Oh. I wish I would have known I would have gone with you."