For Seven Nights Only - Sarah Ballance Page 0,61

blow her mind, she couldn’t imagine a torture better than the anticipation with which he filled her then. With one hand he cradled her face, those callouses deliciously rough against her skin, and slanted his head, falling deeper into her with every breath they took.

God, she needed him. She didn’t care if she was at her sister’s wedding. The door was locked, and the boat already rocking. “I don’t suppose you have any condoms on you?”

“Are you kidding me? They’re practically flotation devices.” He reached into his pocket and came up with a packet.

Despite her question—to say nothing of his track record—his answer surprised her. “You brought condoms to a wedding?”

“Haven’t you heard that weddings make women horny?”

“You hoping to get lucky with one of the bridesmaids?” she asked as she tore open the packet and applied the last lesson.

“I already did,” he said. “Especially if she’ll be my girlfriend.”

He punctuated that with a soft kiss and eased her dress higher until it circled her waist. “Straddle me,” he said. “So we won’t mess up your dress.”

“This is insane,” she said. “My sister’s wedding.”

He gently placed his hands on her hips and rocked her against him. “My woman.”

“Are you sure? Because I will hurt you if you’re playing me.” She smiled but hopefully not too widely, because she was dead serious.

He didn’t. “No one else ever had a chance. You and me, babe. No one else. You know, the boat sets a pretty nice pace.”

“You set a better one,” she murmured as he increased the rotation of her hips. She braced her foot on the floor and ground harder, making him gasp.

And then the gentle pace that was supposed to keep her hair, makeup, and dress intact was over. She rode him hard, and he drove into her from beneath until something cataclysmic happened and the earth shattered. “I think we rocked the boat,” she muttered. “I bet the cake is laying over sideways because of what we just did.”

“I doubt that. And did you say cake?”

She rolled her eyes. “I just had sex with a man who is wearing a huge, neon orange life vest and a suit at my sister’s wedding.”

“Because I’m your sex guy,” he said. “And why, exactly, is the emphasis on the suit part of that equation?”

She shook her head and laughed. “I don’t know. You do realize we’re going to have to go back out there?”

He caught her hand and pulled her in for a kiss. “You do realize I’d go anywhere for you?”

She leaned in to the kiss. In to her sex guy. In to her relationship guy. “I think it’s safe to say you already have.”

Epilogue

Two months later

“These booths are getting smaller by the minute,” Sawyer said. He edged closer to Kelsie, grinning wickedly at the more intense body contact. Liam sat next to Sawyer, while Ethan had dragged a barstool from the counter to take up space at the end of the table. Crosby and Estelle were across from them, with Estelle’s brother, Grady, looking a bit trapped between his sister and the wall.

Liam snorted and held up his empty beer for the waitress. It was Friday night, and Foam’s For You was packed. Way too packed for them to pull up an extra table, and probably too packed for Liam to have a decent shot at getting a refill. “That’s what happens when you add entire people.”

“I think we need to petition for a larger booth,” Crosby said.

“Yeah, all the issues at large in the world,” Estelle said, rolling her eyes, “and you want a bigger booth.”

“I vote for a smaller booth,” Sawyer said. “That way I have a very good reason for Kelsie to sit on my—”

“People eat here,” Crosby interrupted.

“My lap,” Sawyer said. “And why would you want more room? Estelle have you by the balls?” As if that much wasn’t obvious. She had a brand new rock the size of a marble on her left hand. Spring wedding, Sawyer would bet. Somewhere in a garden, since Estelle was a landscape designer, although Crosby had said something about a fire escape. As long as it wasn’t a boat, Sawyer didn’t care.

“Estelle has had him by the balls from day one,” Liam said.

Grady snorted.

“I think Kelsie wins the ball-slinging award,” Crosby shot back. “I mean, she actually got Sawyer to settle down.”

“Sawyer hasn’t exactly settled down,” Kelsie muttered. “He ordered a sex swing.”

Sawyer nudged her with his elbow. “Tell everyone, why don’t you?”

Kelsie rolled her eyes. “You don’t think