With that, I walked back to the party and didn’t stop, even when I heard Brielle’s hitched sob.
I wouldn’t be swayed by her tears.
They were no longer important to me, and I didn’t care if she cried.
There was only one woman that I cared about enough to handle that bullshit I’d just handled, and the difference between Brielle and Pru was that Pru wouldn’t ever put me through it to begin with.
Chapter 13
Why fall in love when you can fall asleep?
-T-shirt
Pru
The day had come, and I’d sworn I wouldn’t cry.
I was a big, fat liar.
I could already feel the tears stinging my eyes, and we hadn’t even made it all the way into the airport yet.
Hoax was dressed in his desert digital camo, and he had a massive green bag slung over his shoulder.
He didn’t look strained at all, but the bag wasn’t light. Not in the least.
I’d tried to pick it up to help him take his shit outside, but I’d only been able to get it as far as the front porch steps because Bacon had been laying on the top step sunning himself, making the stairs impassable.
“Pru, baby?”
I realized that I’d spaced out, and was now standing in front of the security desk.
“I don’t understand why they won’t let me through,” I pouted.
Hoax dropped a kiss onto my mouth. “Because they have to follow protocol.”
I rolled my eyes. “But I want to stay with you for the next hour until your flight.”
He tugged on my ponytail and grinned. “What, exactly, would you talk to me about?”
I started to squirm as I thought about what we’d done a lot of over the last few days.
“Well, it is still baby making weather outside.” I paused. “They probably won’t let your flight take off anyway.”
His smile looked sad as he replied.
“It’s a military flight. They’ll take off unless the winds are too high. Rain and lightning won’t bother them.”
I frowned, wanting to say something more, but didn’t.
He was still being highly secretive about his job, and I didn’t want to bring something up he’d have to lie about. I tried to keep my questions to a minimum because I could definitely see how much he hated keeping secrets from me.
A boom of thunder shook the glass windows that were surrounding us, and I grinned.
“Too bad there’s not a private room here for us to use…” I teased.
His eyes flared, and he started to glance around curiously.
I shook my head and started backing away. “Oh, no you don’t.”
“Yes.” He tugged me in the direction of a handicap bathroom that looked to be only one stall. “I do.”
I put on the brakes, trying to dig my heels in, but in a feat of strength, he just picked me up and tossed me over his free shoulder.
Without actually causing a big stir and screaming, really bringing attention to the fact that we were headed to a private bathroom to do obvious things that we probably shouldn’t be doing in a public place, I was forced to hold my tongue.
But, although I was worried someone would catch us, a tiny thrill of excitement was coursing through my body.
Luckily, Hoax was flying out of the local airport, meaning there were about eighteen people in the entire place, most of them occupied doing other things.
However, Bayou and Brielle had been behind us at the front doors, prepared to wait to see him off—or at least his plane take off. There was no way that they were missing what Hoax was doing, and where he was taking me.
“Your cousins are watching us like we’re crazy,” I told him.
“We’re not crazy,” he told me. “What we have is new and we’re in love.”
I didn’t correct him on the ‘in love’ statement, because that was freakin’ true. It’d been mere weeks, but I was totally and completely in love with him. Hook, line and sinker. Head over heels. Shamelessly and irrevocably.
There was no getting out of it, either. I had a feeling that my attachment to the man would only grow.
The moment the door closed behind us, I found myself in a familiar position.
Back pressed against the wall, and his weight holding me upright, as he ground himself against me.
The thunder overhead boomed and he smiled.
“One more time for the road,” he growled.
I licked my lips and then nodded. “Has to be quick.”
He slowly started to ease his hands up my legs, and I’d never in my life been so happy that I’d worn a dress.
I’d wanted to look pretty as I sent him off, and by looking pretty I’d made this having sex in a public bathroom thing pretty easy.
His hands moved up until they came to a stop at the curve of my ass, and he grinned. “Thong. Didn’t think you’d torture me this way when I’m leaving.”
I leaned forward and teasingly bit his lip. “Panty lines, Hoax. They ruin a dress.”
He shoved my thong to the side, and suddenly his fingers were dragging along sensitive nerve endings.
“Maybe you should wear jeans while I’m gone.” He suggested.
I bit my lip and pulled back, my eyes alight with humor. “Yeah?”
He pushed one finger inside, and my mouth fell open on a gasp.
“Yeah,” his voice sounded rough. “I don’t want anyone noticing what’s mine when I’m not here to defend it.”
I shifted my weight, or tried to, and caused his finger to slide just a little bit deeper.
My breath caught.
“Why must you always torture me?” I asked, pressing kisses to his face.
His mouth. The tip of his nose. His bearded jaw. His eyebrow.
He tilted his mouth in my direction and I pressed my lips there, intending it to be a chaste kiss like the rest of them.
It wasn’t.
It turned out to be Hoax taking advantage and thrusting his tongue inside my mouth.
He fucked my mouth in unison with his fingers press inside my pussy. Soon, my mind was a swirl of pleasure and need.
I pulled away with a gasp, drawing a much-needed breath.
“Damn.” I panted.
His mouth went to my neck, sucking and licking, and I knew that I’d have multiple love bites tomorrow.
Something to remember him by.
The sound of his zipper going down was loud as hell in the quiet room, and I started to squirm, anticipation of his fat cock filling me full.
“Jesus, you undo me,” he said. “Sometimes,” he picked me up higher and moved me until his dick was at my entrance. “All I can think about is this.”
He filled me in one smooth glide, gravity doing the job with laughable ease.
I was so wet that it didn’t take much on his part to get me where he wanted me.
I experimentally clenched around him, trying to adjust to his invasion.
It wasn’t an easy thing. He was big, thick, and hard. There was no getting used to that.
But, did the size of him stop me from squirming and eventually bouncing without his help? No.
I couldn’t help it.
He felt good.
So. Fucking. Good.
“Christ,” he laughed, starting to lift me up. “You feel magnificent.”
I agreed with him. He felt good, too.
Too good.
I was going to miss him.
“I’m going to have to buy a dildo that matches your size.” I snickered. “It’s going to have to be a big one, too.”
He thrust up inside of me, almost too hard, and growled against my ear. “Nothing but me will be filling you ever again unless I’m the one to put it there.”
I shivered at the finality in those words. He meant every single word.
“But how will I keep myself satisfied while you’re gone?” I teased. “My fingers combined don’t add up to your girth.”
Then I wiggled my fingers against his neck, causing his muscles to tighten and then unclench.
He squeezed my ass. “Don’t care. You can use your measly fingers or your whole damn hand, just like I’m going to have to do, but nothing else.”
I dug my fingernails in slightly at the mention of him doing it, too.
The idea of his hand shuffling over the length of his cock? That was enough to send me over the edge.
I wouldn’t be swayed by her tears.
They were no longer important to me, and I didn’t care if she cried.
There was only one woman that I cared about enough to handle that bullshit I’d just handled, and the difference between Brielle and Pru was that Pru wouldn’t ever put me through it to begin with.
Chapter 13
Why fall in love when you can fall asleep?
-T-shirt
Pru
The day had come, and I’d sworn I wouldn’t cry.
I was a big, fat liar.
I could already feel the tears stinging my eyes, and we hadn’t even made it all the way into the airport yet.
Hoax was dressed in his desert digital camo, and he had a massive green bag slung over his shoulder.
He didn’t look strained at all, but the bag wasn’t light. Not in the least.
I’d tried to pick it up to help him take his shit outside, but I’d only been able to get it as far as the front porch steps because Bacon had been laying on the top step sunning himself, making the stairs impassable.
“Pru, baby?”
I realized that I’d spaced out, and was now standing in front of the security desk.
“I don’t understand why they won’t let me through,” I pouted.
Hoax dropped a kiss onto my mouth. “Because they have to follow protocol.”
I rolled my eyes. “But I want to stay with you for the next hour until your flight.”
He tugged on my ponytail and grinned. “What, exactly, would you talk to me about?”
I started to squirm as I thought about what we’d done a lot of over the last few days.
“Well, it is still baby making weather outside.” I paused. “They probably won’t let your flight take off anyway.”
His smile looked sad as he replied.
“It’s a military flight. They’ll take off unless the winds are too high. Rain and lightning won’t bother them.”
I frowned, wanting to say something more, but didn’t.
He was still being highly secretive about his job, and I didn’t want to bring something up he’d have to lie about. I tried to keep my questions to a minimum because I could definitely see how much he hated keeping secrets from me.
A boom of thunder shook the glass windows that were surrounding us, and I grinned.
“Too bad there’s not a private room here for us to use…” I teased.
His eyes flared, and he started to glance around curiously.
I shook my head and started backing away. “Oh, no you don’t.”
“Yes.” He tugged me in the direction of a handicap bathroom that looked to be only one stall. “I do.”
I put on the brakes, trying to dig my heels in, but in a feat of strength, he just picked me up and tossed me over his free shoulder.
Without actually causing a big stir and screaming, really bringing attention to the fact that we were headed to a private bathroom to do obvious things that we probably shouldn’t be doing in a public place, I was forced to hold my tongue.
But, although I was worried someone would catch us, a tiny thrill of excitement was coursing through my body.
Luckily, Hoax was flying out of the local airport, meaning there were about eighteen people in the entire place, most of them occupied doing other things.
However, Bayou and Brielle had been behind us at the front doors, prepared to wait to see him off—or at least his plane take off. There was no way that they were missing what Hoax was doing, and where he was taking me.
“Your cousins are watching us like we’re crazy,” I told him.
“We’re not crazy,” he told me. “What we have is new and we’re in love.”
I didn’t correct him on the ‘in love’ statement, because that was freakin’ true. It’d been mere weeks, but I was totally and completely in love with him. Hook, line and sinker. Head over heels. Shamelessly and irrevocably.
There was no getting out of it, either. I had a feeling that my attachment to the man would only grow.
The moment the door closed behind us, I found myself in a familiar position.
Back pressed against the wall, and his weight holding me upright, as he ground himself against me.
The thunder overhead boomed and he smiled.
“One more time for the road,” he growled.
I licked my lips and then nodded. “Has to be quick.”
He slowly started to ease his hands up my legs, and I’d never in my life been so happy that I’d worn a dress.
I’d wanted to look pretty as I sent him off, and by looking pretty I’d made this having sex in a public bathroom thing pretty easy.
His hands moved up until they came to a stop at the curve of my ass, and he grinned. “Thong. Didn’t think you’d torture me this way when I’m leaving.”
I leaned forward and teasingly bit his lip. “Panty lines, Hoax. They ruin a dress.”
He shoved my thong to the side, and suddenly his fingers were dragging along sensitive nerve endings.
“Maybe you should wear jeans while I’m gone.” He suggested.
I bit my lip and pulled back, my eyes alight with humor. “Yeah?”
He pushed one finger inside, and my mouth fell open on a gasp.
“Yeah,” his voice sounded rough. “I don’t want anyone noticing what’s mine when I’m not here to defend it.”
I shifted my weight, or tried to, and caused his finger to slide just a little bit deeper.
My breath caught.
“Why must you always torture me?” I asked, pressing kisses to his face.
His mouth. The tip of his nose. His bearded jaw. His eyebrow.
He tilted his mouth in my direction and I pressed my lips there, intending it to be a chaste kiss like the rest of them.
It wasn’t.
It turned out to be Hoax taking advantage and thrusting his tongue inside my mouth.
He fucked my mouth in unison with his fingers press inside my pussy. Soon, my mind was a swirl of pleasure and need.
I pulled away with a gasp, drawing a much-needed breath.
“Damn.” I panted.
His mouth went to my neck, sucking and licking, and I knew that I’d have multiple love bites tomorrow.
Something to remember him by.
The sound of his zipper going down was loud as hell in the quiet room, and I started to squirm, anticipation of his fat cock filling me full.
“Jesus, you undo me,” he said. “Sometimes,” he picked me up higher and moved me until his dick was at my entrance. “All I can think about is this.”
He filled me in one smooth glide, gravity doing the job with laughable ease.
I was so wet that it didn’t take much on his part to get me where he wanted me.
I experimentally clenched around him, trying to adjust to his invasion.
It wasn’t an easy thing. He was big, thick, and hard. There was no getting used to that.
But, did the size of him stop me from squirming and eventually bouncing without his help? No.
I couldn’t help it.
He felt good.
So. Fucking. Good.
“Christ,” he laughed, starting to lift me up. “You feel magnificent.”
I agreed with him. He felt good, too.
Too good.
I was going to miss him.
“I’m going to have to buy a dildo that matches your size.” I snickered. “It’s going to have to be a big one, too.”
He thrust up inside of me, almost too hard, and growled against my ear. “Nothing but me will be filling you ever again unless I’m the one to put it there.”
I shivered at the finality in those words. He meant every single word.
“But how will I keep myself satisfied while you’re gone?” I teased. “My fingers combined don’t add up to your girth.”
Then I wiggled my fingers against his neck, causing his muscles to tighten and then unclench.
He squeezed my ass. “Don’t care. You can use your measly fingers or your whole damn hand, just like I’m going to have to do, but nothing else.”
I dug my fingernails in slightly at the mention of him doing it, too.
The idea of his hand shuffling over the length of his cock? That was enough to send me over the edge.
