Bad Boy's Bridesmaid: A Secret Baby Romance (13 page)

I would this
time.

No excuses. No
shame. Nate was the most gorgeous man I’d ever met, and it’d be a crime to
waste any opportunity to savor him.

He delighted my
breasts, switching back and forth as he took such pleasure in the simplest of
kisses. I never thought Nate would enjoy giving as much as taking, but my coos
and groans only hardened his cock more. It strained against his jeans, and I
wished he’d let it free.

But he worked
with purpose. Deliberation. Concentration.

His kisses
trailed over my waist, lower and lower, until he reached the panties that hid
my most sensitive area. The last time he’d delighted me, he overpowered me,
quick and fast, forcing me to the peak before I understood what’d happened.

Nate breathed
over the crest between my legs. The heat rocked me, and I bit my lip before I
begged him for more.

“I’m being
selfish,” he warned.

I bucked my
hips, hoping he meant he was too hard, too frustrated. God, I wished he needed
to take me then and now.

“It’s okay. I’m
ready.”

“I know you are.”
He slowly peeled my panties down, teasing himself as the hint of my slit revealed
to him. “Since I last had you, all I can think about is devouring you again.
This…” He pulled my legs apart and stared at the dark petals quaking for his
touch. “This is as much for me as it is for you. If I don’t taste you right
now, I might go insane from your scent.”

His tongue
danced over my pussy. Nate lapped, slow and steady, tasting my secrets. I’d
kept my slit soft and smooth, and he rewarded me with a kiss upon the silken mound.

He stared at me,
grinning as my hips chased his mouth. “This is the most beautiful pussy I’ve
ever had the privilege of tasting.”

Oh, he made
being a player sound like such a perk for me…and, it was. Nate understood my
body in ways my showerhead had yet to figure out. This was something more than
hard-earned skill.

Nate
knew
me now.

He’d watched how
I squirmed. He tasted how I responded. He held me as I bucked.

He’d learned
what I liked, and everything changed.

I groaned
against the slight pressure of his lips. His hot breath. The slip of his tongue
just deep enough into my folds to test my slick excitement.

He had me
panting without even touching my clit. He did it on purpose. It would be a
long
time before he gave me that
simple pleasure
.

His kisses
focused on my inner thigh, teasing the soft skin around my slit, and dipping
low to earn my frustrated murmur. Nothing eased that deep, trembling pulse inside
me. I wetted for the only man who had ever brought me to that pleasured peek
before, and I couldn’t wait for him to do it again.

“Nate…”

“
Shh
.” He
savored me with a long lick. “I’m just getting started.”

I wasn’t above
begging, but the words caught in my throat. I gripped the blanket and offered
more of my hips.

He wasn’t
playing fair. I tried to distract myself. I stared at the sky. The stars
sprawled across the horizon, and the sweet, damp air soothed my flushing skin.
Everything delighted me more. I couldn’t escape the delicate pressure searing
into my core.

I sweated. My
whimpers turned pained. This was it. The best and worst eternal agony. I
wouldn’t survive if he stopped or ended it. I surrendered and fell limp.

Nate gave a
voracious growl and launched upon my center.

His tongue
seized my swollen nub, suckling my clit with a fury that stole my voice and
left me shattered, breathless, and amazed by the sheer power he wielded over me.

“I want you to
come.” Nate’s order was rushed and pained. He growled over my clit, and the
vibrations rattled into my core. “The instant you come, I’m taking you.”

“Yes,
please
.”

“I can’t believe
it’s been this long, baby.” He savored my slickness and greedily lapped
everything I offered. “Swear to me, right now, right here. You’re mine. I can’t
go months without having you again.”

His words
pleasured me as much as his tongue. I groaned. Nate didn’t stop.

“You are
everything pure and sexy that would drive an honest man to his knees and a
bastard like me to the brink of hell. You have no idea how much I want you.”

And he had no
idea how much I wanted him, but with promises and vows and futures I couldn’t
give and he wouldn’t want.

I nodded,
half-delirious with a crazed desperation. I tensed too much. I couldn’t hold
back or refuse or deny it any more than I could have forced him to stop his
teasing. I cried out and stared above as every star in the sky burst and
exploded with me.

I quaked,
shivered, and melted, but Nate was there. He kicked down his jeans and leaned
over me with a determination that might have been frightening if I hadn’t
wanted that fierceness.

I had no time to
prepare. The pleasure wound through me, wrapping me in the fracturing shrapnel
of my control. Nate poised himself at my entrance.

And pushed.

The overwhelming
fullness wasn’t just the thickness of his cock steadily invading  y core.

I rose with a
breath but couldn’t come back down. My heart frantically beat, and I realized
then Nate was the only man who would ever control me with such authority.

And he was the
only man I ever wanted to possess that power.

My body had shred
itself upon the delicate lapping of his tongue, but I had no time after the
crash to recover. His cock drove inside me. Not fast. Not desperate.

He filled me
because we couldn’t live apart for even a second longer.

I stared into
his eyes, losing myself in the mysterious hue of forest green captured in the
moonlight. He buried himself inside me, taking the tightness he had claimed
before.

The first time,
it had pinched and surprised me. I spent too long trying to adjust, to
understand how something so primal could feel so delicious. This time, I had
the answers. It felt good because it was
Nate’s
cock,
his
touch,
his
kiss.

The slow thrusts
built in me, and I focused on every throbbing motion to savor how I reacted to
the wonderfully perfect heat that passed between us.

He was bare now.
Not that it mattered much then, but it did now. I felt him. Each thrust impaled
me with a hard cock, but his skin was velvet soft and slid within my wetness so
perfectly. Every vein, every ridge pushed against the tightness as I clenched
around him.

Another orgasm
built within me—deep and secret. Nate fell over me, and I raised my hips to
welcome more of his length. His lips silenced my groans, too loud to let pass
into the silence of the perfect night, sheltering our pleasure.

This wasn’t
fucking. It wasn’t anything
close
, and the thought should have scared me
more than the moment I realized I was pregnant.

But it didn’t.

It felt right.
Natural
.
We fit so perfectly it was a wonder we had ever parted before.

Nate groaned
against me, tensing just as I did. God, everything about us was in sync. Our
breathing gasped together. Our heart beat the same jagged pulse. And our
desire?

It built within
me, ready for the moment Nate crested with his.

I clung to him,
soundlessly begging. My head fell back, and he held me still so he could bite
the sensitive spot on my neck that nearly sent me over the edge without him.
His thrusts quickened, harsher but not rough.
Never
rough. His touch and
kisses promised only perfection.

And he gave it.

He grunted and
slammed inside as deeply as he could fit. I tightened against his cock.

And we were one.

His heat coated me
as I collapsed into the same shattered excitement that had stolen me before. I
fell limp against his hands and surrendered.

I cried out only
once, calling his name and nothing more in my last, desperate grip of sanity.

The rest of
everything I had to say, every secret, every dark and confusing emotion, I
tucked inside and hid. I held onto him instead and buried my head in his shoulder.
Nate did the same.

We rolled onto
our sides, safe and warm on a blanket in the most beautiful place in the world.
I counted stars again, just to ensure they still rested in the sky. His breath
returned to normal. He pulled me close again. I sunk into his arms, turning to
seek comfort in the strength of his chest.

I didn’t know
what to say.

Nothing I
thought was right or honest or could explain how I felt.

And so I held
tight to him, protected and warm. Then, once our bodies stirred again, we moved
together in pleasure once more.

I made love to
him all night, except love wasn’t something to
make
. It was a curse to
inflict and a struggle for us both.

As much as I
denied it, I’d never escape the truth that passed every moment I rested safe in
his arms.

I was falling
for him.

And it was the
worst and best thing that might have happened to me.

Some men said
chivalry is its own reward.

I always thought
they were full of shit.

I told myself I
was in it for the reward. That I left my bed at one in the morning to help a
group of stranded girls on the off-chance that Mandy would make it worth my
while.

Christ, was I an
idiot.

I raced to their
car because the thought of them trapped on a deserted highway in the middle of
nowhere made my skin crawl. I wasn’t leaving Mandy to be rescued by a sketchy
midnight tow-truck driver.

It didn’t matter
if she sat or spat on my face, I wanted to make sure she was safe.

That wasn’t like
me.

But…chivalry did
get me a night wrapped in the arms of the most beautiful girl in the world.
Maybe there was something to it.

It worked once,
so I tried again. I woke the Barbie Hangover House with breakfast.

Mandy, ever the responsible
one, had packed a cooler with sausages, bacon, eggs, English muffins, and orange
juice. I hated to wake her. She’d finally collapsed at five AM, and she snuck
into the house to sleep on the couch. I still had her sock in my pocket, but we
lost her panties in the lake.

If it were up to
me, she wouldn’t have gotten dressed. Probably would’ve been an awkward breakfast
with her fellow bridesmaids, but hell, they were women. They understood what it
was like to get fucked every which way from Sunday.

Unfortunately,
most of them learned from me.

Mandy rolled off
the couch, plopping onto the floor. She groaned, stood, and bolted to the
bathroom, nearly tripping over herself to close the door.

Why was she so
insecure? I’d have fucked the hell out of her, bedhead and all.

She emerged a
few minutes later looking exhausted. Probably my fault.

Entirely
my fault.

I kicked the
dining room chair out for her and sat a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon on
the table. She shook her head.

“Not a breakfast
person. Thank you though.” She scooted the plate away with the edge of her
finger and didn’t look at me. “I figured you’d have left by now.”

Maybe, if she
had been any other girl. “I wouldn’t miss a chance to butter your muffin.”

Her eyebrow
arched. “What?”

I offered her a
plate with the toasted English muffins. “What’d you think I meant?”

“God only knows.”

“Want to find
out?”

“You should
behave.”

“Why? There’s no
fun in behaving.”

I leaned close. She
stilled as I brushed my lips against hers, but a thud from one of the rooms
spooked the hell out of her. Mandy jumped away.

“Nate—last
night…I don’t know what happened, but…”

“Greatest night
of my life.”

I reached for
her again. She avoided me and lowered her voice, watching for the other
bridesmaids.

So we were doing
this on the sly? Fine by me, but the thought of getting caught just got me more
excited.

“I know it was fun
for you,” I said. “Hate to say I outdid myself, but…”

“I’m not sure
what happened.”

“We had sex.”

“Well…I know
that much, but…” Mandy twisted her fingers in a napkin. “I shouldn’t have asked
you to stay. It was selfish, and I wasn’t thinking—”

“What part of
greatest
night of my life
don’t you get?” I edged closer. “I would have asked to stay
anyway, and you would have said yes. We both knew what we wanted.”

“I know. I
wanted it then. But now? You know I’m not the
simple pleasure
type.”

But I was. That
much was true.

Mandy bit her
lip. What the hell was it was about her that made her seem so soft, so
vulnerable, so utterly irresistible.

I could be
honest. “I don’t think it’s ever gonna be simple with you.”

“I don’t think
it is either,” she said.

“I’m not afraid
of complicated.”

She didn’t
believe me. “That’s not you, Nate.”

“How do you know
what’s me?” Hell if I
even
knew what I wanted. “Maybe I like complicated
with you.”

“You have no
idea how complicated it could get.”

“Try me.”

The doors to the
spare bedrooms opened. Mandy flinched away from me like she was caught with my
cock in her mouth.

A man could
dream.

Hungry, cranky,
hungover bridesmaids spilled into the living room and kitchen, swearing off
liquor and men and everything but chocolate. The bathrooms crowded with them
throwing up memories of last night, and only Lindsey seemed halfway normal.

Then again, she
stumbled into the fridge and giggled.

Still tipsy.
That explained it.

The Bloody Mary would
stem her headache until after breakfast at least. Mandy stepped aside as
Lindsey unloaded a second cooler full of beer, mixers, and liquor.

Lindsey set a
bottle of tequila on the counter. She swirled the amber liquid.

“Did I bite the
stripper?” She stared into the distance.

Mandy nodded. “Yep.
Right on the tush.”

Damn, these
girls knew how to party. Lindsey shrugged.

“Ah well,” she
said. “It happens. Let’s get down to dancing!”

Mandy didn’t
seem keen on the
tush
biting or dancing. Lindsey sucked down half of her
liquid breakfast and nudged her sister with an elbow.

“Mandy, gonna
show Nate some of your moves?”

The images in my
head were not fit for a strip joint let alone a wedding. “I think I’ve seen
most of them already.”

Mandy awkwardly
crossed her arms. “I can’t dance.”

“Sure you can.” I
flexed my own hips. “You know how to bump and grind.”

Lindsey snacked
on a piece of bacon, turning to rummage through the cooler. Mandy poked a
finger into my chest, her eyes wide.

“Don’t start,”
she whispered.

“Start what?”

“
Anything
.”

“Baby, I never
stopped.”

“Yeah, that’s
what I’m afraid of.”

Lindsey poured
Mandy a Bloody Mary. “Now, you’re gonna need the most help to learn this
routine. It has to be
perfect
, so get focused.”

Mandy didn’t
drink. “Then shouldn’t I be sober?”

“You’re even
more awkward sober. Believe me. You need a drink.”

If I was
sticking around to watch this, I’d want a drink too. And probably some popcorn.

The girls
descended on breakfast like a pack of ravenous hyenas, laughing and braying and
snapping at the others for being too loud with their headaches. It took them
five minutes to destroy the meal I prepared and an hour to get ready to dance,
which didn’t make much sense since most of them just tossed on yoga pants and
put their hair up.

But, until last
night, I only fucked women; I didn’t try to understand them.

Mandy was the
first one I attempted to figure out, and she made chasing her into a goddamned
competitive sport. I didn’t know if I was supposed to tackle her, drift behind
her, or score. Not like she’d tell me what the hell to expect either.

“Okay, girls. I
need you all in a line.” Lindsey clapped her hands. “You better stretch too.
This isn’t going to be quick, and it’s certainly not going to be easy. You’ve
been warned.”

Lindsey’s idea
of a bachelorette weekend party included a mandatory dancing boot camp. Some of
her plans weren’t bad. I liked watching Mandy squirm in embarrassment while she
pranced in tiny boy shorts emblazoned with rhinestones slapping the word
MAID
on her ass. She tugged the clingy material down, but they hardly covered her
little bridesmaid booty.

It might have been
nice if the girls weren’t seven sticks of dynamite waiting to blow—both me and
what fragile progress I’d made with Mandy.

Lindsey chose
her college friends as her bridesmaids—Carmen, Peaches, Caitlyn, Amy, and…red
head. I didn’t remember her name. That was a problem, especially since I had
slept with her five months ago.

Well, I slept
with most of the bridal party over the past few months. It hadn’t been a major
concern before—they all knew it was just one night of fun. But what was amusing
before suddenly became dangerous. The bridesmaids wiggled, shimmied, teased,
and baited me with every shake of their tits or twerk of their asses.

And Mandy
noticed.

Not sure if I
should have worried about that. She wanted complicated? She got it.

Lindsey ordered
me to move the furniture. I shifted the couch and TV into the hall so they’d
have room to dance. Then the bullshit started.

Caitlyn squeezed
my bicep and giggled about how
strong
I was. Not sure what I saw in her
before…then again I couldn’t see much around her double D rack. But she didn’t
rock curves nearly as well as Mandy.

Peaches—I was
certain that wasn’t her real name but damned if I had bothered asking—blew me a
kiss when the girls lined up to dance. Red head mimicked blowing something a
little differently.

Thankfully Mandy
didn’t see Amy grab my ass.

These girls
stalked me, half-starved and drooling for meat.

“Where are you
going?” Lindsey planted her hands on her hips as I attempted to sneak out. “We
need you to watch.”

Mandy nearly
spilled her water. “No, we really don’t. Not when we’re learning.”

“Shame is an
excellent motivator.”

“If that were
the case, I’d have mastered the steps by now.” Mandy waved a hand at me. “Go,
Nate. Shoo.
Be gone
.”

As she wished. I
took a step. Lindsey pinched my arm.

“You’re not
going anywhere.” Lindsey pulled a camping chair from a closet and sat me in it.
“You have to tell us if we’re in sync. I can’t see the entire ensemble,
especially during Thriller.”

“So you’re
really doing the Thriller dance?” I laughed.

“Why?”

“Seems cliché.”

I missed Mandy’s
frantic arm motions warning me to avoid the confrontation at all costs. Lindsey
screeched. The girls’ flirty pouts turned to legit irritation.

Great. Seven pissed
off, underfed, hungover women sneered at me.

I cleared my
throat. “But I’m sure your dance will bring something new and innovative.”

“Damn right.” Lindsey
turned to her girls. “Okay, we’re going to work on the flash mob portion.
Mandy, this is all you. When you hear
The Funky Chicken
, you’re the
first onto the dance floor.”

Mandy looked
ready to puke. “Are you
serious
?”

“Do you have a
problem with that?”

“Yes! Twelve
hours ago you
banished
me from the wedding! Now I’m starting a flash mob
to
The
Funky Chicken
?”

“Serves you
right for leaving the wedding party.”

“Lindsey, can’t
anyone
else do it?”

“It has to be
you. Once the party sees
you
start to dance, they’ll know something
special is about to happen.”

“Or something
super embarrassing.”

“Which is why
they’ll all watch!” Lindsey slapped Mandy’s hand down as she scratched her
elbow. “Stand up straight. You’ll do
The
Funky Chicken
, all the
bridesmaids will migrate onto the floor in a circle, and then we’ll transition
into the
Cha Cha Slide
.”

The girls
giggled. Lindsey singled out Amy. “What are
you
laughing at? Your Cha Cha
makes me want to Gag Gag. We need to be
identical
out there, but we only
have two days to learn a seven minute, fourteen song medley.”

Mandy groaned. “
Seven
minutes? Why don’t we just learn one three minute song and do it well?”

“Damn it,
Mandy!” Lindsey stomped her foot. “That would completely overshadow the bride
and groom doing the final number from Dirty Dancing.”

Even if I didn’t
have any more sex, this little information was worth the trip. “The
what
now?”

Lindsey stuck
her finger in my face. “It’s a surprise. Tell anyone and I’ll gut you, Nate.”

“Does Bryce know
about this dance?”

“He’ll be fine
with it.”

I laughed. It
wasn’t the reaction Lindsey wanted, but I couldn’t imagine the former
linebacker channeling his inner Patrick Swayze.

Lindsey shushed
me and positioned her girls “off-stage” while she tapped play on her iPhone.
The speakers echoed
The Funky Chicken
over the cabin. She pushed Mandy
forward.