full under mine. The sexy little moans of hers have me hard as a fucking steel. I grip her curvy hips and rock her pelvis into mine, then shove my leg between hers. She grinds on my thigh and I bite her bottom lip, tugging on it with my teeth. She whimpers into my mouth and it turns me on even more. My hands slide up her back; my fingers twist in her silky brown hair. I forcefully tug her head back as our tongues rub against each other. She needs to know I’m not some pushover. I like to fucking lead.
Pulling my mouth from hers, we both struggle to catch our breath as I release my grip on her long tresses. Her hand slips up between us to cover her lips, stunned by the kiss we just shared.
Fuck. That never should’ve happened. I wish it hadn’t because now I’m going to wonder what her warm, soft tongue would feel like on my cock.
“If you didn’t act like such a cold-hearted bitch, you’d know what it was like to make love. I'd take you back to my room and I'd show you.” I lean forward and grip her upper arms. “That’s what you do when you care about someone. But, you’re just a body I’d dip my wick in, because men don’t fall for women like you, Elle. You won’t let them, and I wouldn’t even bother trying. Instead, I'd fuck you like I hate you; over and over until you’d beg me to stop.” I let my hands fall away and take a step back. “That's what girls like you want, isn't it, Elle?"
I stare into her eyes and feel guilty for the stricken look I put there. I did what I had to do; I convince myself. Elle is her own worst enemy. She’s a man eater and I don’t plan on being her latest victim.
Chapter Two
Josh
Late April - Present Day
I raise my arm, crooked in the perfect position for Elle to hold so we can walk down the middle aisle toward the church exit. Our eyes meet for a second before she rolls hers away, annoyed that we must do this together. I’m not exactly happy about it myself. Being near her isn’t easy when I crave her like a fucking drug addict jonesing for his next fix.
“Okay, does everyone know what they need to do tomorrow?” Janny, the bride to be asks when all the couples have successfully exited the church. She glances around at each member of the small wedding party.
“I think they can handle it, baby,” Kyle, her soon to be husband says with a chuckle. He pulls her into his arms and whispers something in her ear, making her blush. It’s awesome to see them so happy together and believe me, I haven’t always felt this way. Janny used to be my girlfriend and she’s still my best friend. We weren’t meant to be as a couple, even though there was a time, I thought differently. Anyone who watches the two of them can see they’re perfect for each other. They’ve beaten seemingly insurmountable odds to get to this point. No one deserves a happily ever after more than they do and tomorrow when they get married, they’re taking a giant step in the right direction.
Derek Santiago, Kyle’s best friend loudly claps his hands together. “Does this mean we can move onto the eating and drinking portion of the evening?”
“Hear, hear,” I say. “I’m starving,” I rub a hand over my lean stomach and it growls in answer.
“Everyone head to our new place,” Kyle announces. They recently bought a house in Brookline after their condo tragically burned down in a fire. Fortunately, there were no fatalities, just some lost possessions which could be replaced.
We all pile into our respective vehicles. Elle jumps into the passenger seat of my seven-year-old Dodge Durango. “What’s the matter? Didn’t anyone else have room?” I question, knowing she’s not riding with me by choice. I overheard her say her car’s in the shop, but I never imagined she’d end up in my vehicle.
“Don’t make this worse than it already is,” she says, in a terse tone of voice as she stares out the passenger window. I wait for her to continue, but fortunately, she remains silent.
Starting the engine, I shift into drive and begin the journey to Kyle and Janny’s. The glow of the bright street lamps and various business signs light up the inside of the car