My (Mostly) Fake Wedding - Penelope Bloom Page 0,6

the way they had all looked at me when Lance’s fiancée confronted me at the rehearsal dinner.

Chris reached around me and started to rub a delicious circle around my clit while he pounded me from behind.

And the burning shame I still felt about what happened in Texas faded, even if it was only for this moment.

This was moving on. This was what it felt like to get over Lance. To leave him in my rearview mirror for good and stop being so pathetic.

Chris stopped suddenly, then spun me to face him. I could see my own wetness glistening on his condom-clad length, and it was a visceral reminder of what I was doing.

Fucking a stranger.

Having meaningless sex on an airplane.

Probably preparing to have the most awkward walk of shame in a few minutes because everybody was going to know exactly what we’d been doing in here.

“I want you to look at me while I make you come,” Chris said. He stepped closer, then hooked his arms under my legs and hoisted me upwards with my back against the wall. With my legs spread, he lowered me down onto himself.

At first, I couldn’t look into his eyes. It was too intense. Too intimate. This was supposed to be casual, and there wasn’t anything casual about the way he was looking at me—the way his eyebrows were drawn together as if he was seeing straight through me. Studying me.

I tried to clamp my mouth shut against the moans that wanted to come, but they spilled from my lips all the same. I rolled my head to the side and closed my eyes, but Chris put a firm hand on my chin and turned my face toward his.

“Look at me.”

I obeyed him, and the rush of warmth from his continued thrusts seemed to double in intensity. I ran my hands down his muscular torso, relishing the soft, warm, hardness of his body. I squeezed his chest but there was almost no give to him. He was a rock with warm eyes. A rock with hands like silk. A rock that somehow was threatening to make me feel, even when I’d sworn to put that part of myself to rest.

I felt the orgasm rush up in me, overwhelming all thought. My body convulsed until I felt vulnerable, but Chris just pinned me between his big arms and took me through it, guiding himself more slowly into me as the final aftershocks passed through me.

I let my forehead fall against his chest, gasping for air. “Thank you,” I said.

He pulled himself out of me, and I could see from the tip of his condom that he’d come too. I felt a momentary rush of relief, because some insecure part of me had worried that I wouldn’t be enough for someone like him.

Chris hesitated for a moment while we both stood there—him hard and glistening, and me weak kneed and soaked.

“What?” I asked.

He shook his head. “It’s nothing. Thank you too.”

We both smiled a little awkwardly, and all the explosive chemistry of a few seconds ago seemed to dissolve into the air. It was for the best, I guessed. We both had made the terms of our little hookup crystal clear. He was mysteriously off the market in a few hours, and I was vow-bound to stop handing my heart to people who only knew how to break it.

I picked up my shredded panties and held them up for Chris to see. “You realize I don’t have a backup pair on the plane, right?”

“My logic left the building when you started taking off your clothes.”

I gave a small smile. I guess that was an acceptable apology.

We both left the restroom to dozens of pairs of accusatory eyes. I knew my hair was wild, even though I’d tried to tame it in the bathroom mirror. In my defense, it had been wild when I boarded the plane, too, but I doubt anyone made that distinction. Chris had just slid his hat back on, but we were both a little sweaty. Even though nobody could possibly know I wasn’t wearing panties, I felt incredibly dirty walking by so many people when I was still practically dripping wet and throbbing from what we’d just done.

We sat back in our seats, and Chris once again looked like he was about to say something. He faced me, then turned away again and plugged his headphones in again.

Just like that, the Chris Rose chapter of my life closed.

So why did I have