Cuddle Bear, page 15
I was almost to Wick’s side when I caught him saying, “I would love to go to your house after the party, but my boyfriend would likely have a thing or two to say about that. Ah, here he is now.” He glanced in my direction and smiled.
Flustered, I only waved when Indy whipped around to stare at me with a pout, but then he grinned.
“Maurice!” Indy slapped a hand to his forehead and came forward to sling his arms around me in a hefty hug I wouldn’t have thought a man his size could deliver. He stood back and scowled. “Why didn’t you tell me you were dating Wick? You would not believe how much time I wasted flirting with a taken man. You’re so terrible.” He grabbed my arm and gave it a friendly shake. “I’m sorry. I wouldn’t have tried to step in where I’m not wanted.” He seemed to be including both of us in that last comment.
“It’s new,” I said, feeling awkward.
“Well, he’s cute.” Indy rested his head against mine and looked at Wick with me.
“Maurice is cute,” Wick said with a wink, then not-so-subtly reached out to snag my hand and reel me in to his side. I felt dumb for what I’d been thinking earlier.
Indy snickered and nodded, and my entire body burned at the compliment. This wasn’t how I’d expected things to work out, but they rarely went the way I thought they would with Wick. I was kind of glad to be proven wrong because I usually expected the worst.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I groaned and checked the screen. “Okay, we’re getting someone else to cater next year. They’re out of charcoal and asking people to go pick some up.” I held my breath and stared at the ceiling.
Wick cradled my left hand between both of his. “Let someone else go. They have their own people.”
“But—”
“No buts.” He raised my hand and kissed the back of it.
But, it turned out they sent five more messages because all the catering people were dealing with other disasters and I needed to go anyway. Wick relented when I glared at him. “I’m not ruining this party with all these clients.”
“Okay, then let me come with you.” He started toward the doorway, but I dragged him to a stop.
“No, you need to talk to people.”
He sighed and irritation passed across his face. “Okay.”
“Go dazzle Mrs. Sabbatini over there. She loves you.” I waved at her, and she smiled and waved back. Her long black dress fluttered with the movement, and for once her hair was down rather than in a bun.
Wick groaned. “She always tries to tell me about her niece Rosana.” But he headed in her direction anyway.
When I got back from my chore, I was exhausted and starving, so I got a plate of food and wandered around, hoping to find Wick again. Instead, I ended up with Lacey and Edgar outside under the stars while I practically inhaled barbecued pork.
“Who’s a good girl?” Lacey asked, and I laughed as the dog with her panted. I didn’t know who’d been watching her when they were inside earlier, but it didn’t surprise me that she’d decided to bring one of her pets. I wasn’t sure of the pooch’s breed, but it was a fuzzy white puffball and danced around on its tiny feet. Despite the crowd, it simply watched people talking nearby without a hint of fear.
“You have to show Wick this dog,” I said, and Lacey nodded, handing the leash to me. I began to sputter, but she stole my plate and started eating my food.
“She’s a pure angel. She’ll go anywhere you want, and she listens to basic commands. I thought for sure someone must’ve been missing her, but I haven’t seen any signs around the dog park, and no one has called the vet I took her to.” Lacey stuffed my food into her face like a gremlin.
“No microchip?”
She shook her head sadly, then perked up and covered her mouth with her hand and said, “But I’ll love her to bits. Her name is Snowbell.”
“Come on, girl.”
Snowbell followed me as I walked around looking for my lost boyfriend and avoided the gazes of the catering staff. I found Wick standing along the edge of the outdoor dance floor, which was crowded with people fueled by good wine. A tall man with red hair I didn’t know was facing Wick, and I didn’t like the expression on his face. He had a strong chin with a dimple in it and he could’ve fallen off a magazine cover. If I wasn’t mistaken, I thought Indy must’ve made his tan suit. He seemed to be taking a lot of joy in whatever he was saying, and Wick looked three seconds from decking him.
“Wick!”
He glanced up and smiled, the tension lines smoothing off his face. I went over to him and leaned in, forgetting we were in a crowded place, but he bent down and kissed me before I could consider maybe we shouldn’t.
“Oh, does this give you nostalgia or something?” the man asked with a chuckle.
“This delightful fellow is Walter Joyce. We went to high school together.” Wick said that about the same way another man might talk about a stint in prison.
Walter smiled and radiated confidence. “Wick used to have a little weight problem. Well, I wouldn’t call it little. You’re probably bigger,” the guy said to me, nodding. He returned his attention to Wick. “Is that why you keep someone like this around? I saw you talking to Indy Yves earlier and thought for sure you were the lucky bastard who’d finally snagged him.”
“Maurice is my boyfriend,” Wick said, tone ice cold.
My heart dropped because that’s exactly what I’d been thinking earlier: Wick and Indy were pretty together.
“But why are you with someone like this?” Walter laughed, then wobbled as if he was in a strong wind and brought up a nearly empty glass to his mouth. Maybe he’d been drinking more than eating tonight. “I saw Indy trying to crawl into your pants. Where did he go? I might talk to him.” He glanced around hopefully as if maybe Wick had Indy stashed in his back pocket.
“Maurice is my boyfriend and I care about him,” Wick said. “I would appreciate it if you would apologize.” He flashed a toothy smile at Walter.
“It’s okay,” I said, bending down to pick up Snowbell. “I wanted you to meet someone.” Wick barely glanced at the dog, though when he did his eyebrows ticked up for a second before he went back to scowling at the man who maybe, under different circumstances involving less alcohol, was his friend.
“Okay.” Walter laughed and rested a hand on Wick’s shoulder. “I’m not about to yuck your yum, but you have better guys to pick from.” He shook his head. “That’s all I’m saying. And I wondered if, since you used to look a little like that, you were doing some sort of charity work here.”
“That would be the definition of yucking,” Wick said, and his face turned a dangerous red.
This was exactly the kind of shit I’d tried to tell him would happen, and anger bubbled in my belly. “You know, if you want to be rude to the host, you can leave.”
“Who is being rude?” Walter asked. “Oh, that’s a cute dog.” He reached toward Snowbell, and I must’ve tensed because she began to growl.
“Good girl,” I murmured to her, then snapped at Walter, “You are being rude. And you’re too drunk. This isn’t the place to act this way.”
Walter chuckled and slammed the rest of his drink down his already soused gullet. I wasn’t ready when he dropped his glass and shoved me. “That’s rude. What I said before was nothing.”
Snowbell started yapping, and Lacey raced over, glaring at us as she took her baby from me.
“Touch him again and you will be removed from the premises,” Wick said, narrowing his eyes.
“By who?” Walter snorted.
Wick grabbed Walter’s arm and started marching toward the front of the house. They scuffled, and the guy shoved Wick off, moving on his own out toward the sea of vehicles. We’d attracted attention and quite a few people had turned in our direction.
“I’ll never use your company again! Enjoy your boyfriend,” Walter turned to shout, the same as a child throwing a tantrum.
“Go ahead, we don’t need clients like you,” Wick yelled back. There was a ripple of amused laughter from the people who had gathered to watch the spectacle.
Shelby came up to stand next to me, and she looked nice in a yellow sundress with her brown hair up in a ponytail. “Are you two dating?” She grinned. “I love that the office seems to be inspiring romance lately. Usually we just get stale coffee.”
“The coffee is not bad,” I said with a smile, not answering her question.
Bern wasn’t far behind her, and he came to stand on my other side. The snug fit of his blue suit made it clear he worked out and with his dark hair combed to the side, he would win hearts tonight. “Fenwick should’ve belted that guy.”
I snorted.
“Are you and Maurice dating or what?” Shelby called out to Wick as he stormed back toward me. He slowed and glanced around at all the faces pointed in his direction. He met my gaze, and I shrugged because I had no idea how to play this.
“Yes, we are seeing each other. Now, let’s go have drinks!”
There was a round of applause and more laughter as people drifted back toward the party, then fireworks burst in the night sky and people stopped what they were doing to turn and watch.
Worry twisted in my chest, but Wick curled his arm around my waist. He was moving loosely and I thought he was nearly at his limit for alcohol, but he was adorable and happy, and I tried to shove away my anxiety. Everyone here just heard from their boss’s own mouth that we were dating, and no one had pointed at us and screamed or fainted.
Maybe Wick was right on this point, and I was the one who was wrong. He turned and kissed me, and I held him tight. We might not have been together long, but I was beginning to feel like this was the most serious relationship I’d ever been in.
Boom! Wick jumped and glanced upward. “Oh, it’s the red stars, look!” I did stare, but not at the sky. His face was cast in a rosy glow, and I dragged him into another kiss that had him lightly rocking his hips against me as I sucked on his bottom lip.
“Do you still have that key to your room handy?” I pecked my mouth against his again.
He nodded and linked our fingers together as he started off toward the house. My skin prickled with anticipation—I’d never had sex when there were people around who might know what I was doing, and of course, Wick didn’t appear even the slightest bit concerned. He beamed over his shoulder at me, and I chuckled, because apparently there was one thing he wanted more than to see the fireworks, and it made me feel proud I was the attraction that could pull him away from something so fun.
When we reached the second-story balcony, we tried to appear as if we weren’t up to no good because there were guests at the small tables and taking up the couches, but with the way he hustled through toward his room with his hand tight around mine. . . . Well, let’s just say he would never make a good spy. The smiles I saw people exchanging with each other as we passed had me embarrassed—but also hyped up and ready to make him scream my name.
Part of me wanted everyone to know Wick had chosen me, not Indy, and not some other guy.
Once we were in his room, I grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket and dragged him in for another kiss. The door was still hanging open, and it took Wick several tries to get it closed because I didn’t let him go. He moaned as he ground his hips against me, his cock nudging my stomach eagerly, and my dick swelled to the point that it was uncomfortable trapped in my pants.
“I want to be in you,” I said between kisses, and he nodded, stumbling toward the bed, but I shoved him in the direction of the dresser. He let out a questioning sound but allowed me to move him around. When we reached the dresser, I put my hands on his ass and lifted him, and he gasped when I dropped him on the sturdy wooden furniture and pushed between his legs, spreading them.
“Shit, you’re stronger than I realized.” He grinned.
I laughed and kissed him again, dragging his hips closer so I could grind my dick against his, and he dropped his head back and whined, clawing at my shoulders as I humped. His cock twitched and swelled in his pants, and I fucking loved every second of being with him. Pleasure coiled in my groin and my brain went offline. The only thing that mattered was the way Wick whispered “please” and “faster” and bucked against me. I sucked a hard kiss on his neck, something I normally wouldn’t do, but tonight I didn’t care if there was a mark for everyone to see.
We weren’t hiding.
He’d hurled us into the limelight at work, so I might as well do what I wanted.
His hips stuttered, and he angled his head to give me better access to the sensitive spot below his ear. “Yes, fuck that feels good. More.”
I growled and sucked another love bite onto his skin, and he whined low in the back of his throat. That sexy sound put me over the edge, and I fumbled for the treasure box he stowed his supplies in, snorting as I accidentally tipped the container over. Condoms and an extra bottle of lube scattered across the dresser. I snatched up the lube and dragged Wick forward onto his feet.
“Pants around your ankles,” I demanded and opened the lube. It took too long to coat my fingers.
He nodded and fumbled to do as I’d said, and a million years passed while I waited. He turned and braced his hands against the top of the dresser, pointing his bare ass in my direction. I was struck stupid for a moment. He was magnificent, his muscles tight and round, and I wanted to sink my teeth into them. I slipped my fingers between his cheeks and found his hole, teasing it.
His mouth fell open. I loved watching the small changes ripple across his expression in the mirror—lines formed between his eyebrows and an almost pained grimace twisted his mouth, but I didn’t think he was hurting. I turned my fingers until I found the small bump of his prostate and gave it some love, and he moaned and shoved back against my hand.
“Fuck, I want in you.”
He hummed and smirked at me in the mirror, but a shudder racked his body as I tapped that spot in his ass I wanted to ram with my cock. “Do it.”
“Hell yes.” I eased my fingers free, then grabbed for one of the condoms. Cursing, I stuck the packet between my teeth as I unhooked my belt and let my pants fall to the floor to join his. I shoved down my boxers, and then I was fast to open the condom and slide it onto my dick.
Only I fucked up.
Something went wrong.
I stared stupidly as I shoved the ring of the condom down my shaft, but the top flapped all around, useless and broken.
“Who did I piss off today?” I grumbled.
“What’s taking so long?” Wick glanced over his shoulder and groaned when I tugged the ruined condom off, then snagged another one. Not long later I was pressing into the tightest, hottest hole I’d ever been in, and Wick’s smile transformed from amused to a sexy smirk that sizzled the air between us and made me hot all over. I loved watching him through the mirror as I shoved my hips forward and filled him. The pressure of his body squeezing around me almost made me shut my eyes, but I wanted to see him too much to allow it to happen. His hands scrabbled at the dresser, and I covered them with mine.
My hips seemed to snap all on their own, and I fucked Wick hard and fast, rattling the cologne bottles. One fell over and rolled, and we both winced as it hit the floor, but neither of us made any attempt to catch it. I kissed along his neck until I was to his ear, and he began to move with me, creating a vicious rhythm we both sank into. My pelvic bone was getting bruised from the way we hammered against each other, but pleasure tightened every muscle I owned.
“This is so fucking good.” I kissed his ear and strained for the peak, and he seemed to be in the same spot.
Wick squeezed his eyes shut tight and bit his bottom lip, and I reached around to grab his cock. He stopped moving and panted when I began to tug him, using his precum to slick up my palm, and his hole clenched around me. The sensation of struggling to fuck into him blew my mind because he’d already been tight. My body took on a mind of its own as I grabbed one of his hips and bent him farther to get a better angle to drill into him.
“I’m almost there. Fuck.” Wick dropped his forehead to the top of the dresser and moaned loud enough I wouldn’t be shocked if the people at the party heard him. Then his cum covered my fingers and knuckles and the sensation of him getting off—hot and wet and sticky—unleashed my own moment. I shoved in deep as lightning punched me in the gut and my cockhead pulsed.
Time was a wonderful blur for a bit, and as we were drifting down from our high, Wick began to laugh. I grabbed the condom and tried to be careful as I left his body because I’d never fucked anyone that roughly, and he had to be sore, but he only grunted. I peeled the condom off and stuffed it into an empty wrapper, then tossed it back on the dresser. He turned, and we nearly tripped each other with our pants around our ankles, but it was the best thing in the world to have his lips again, and I devoured his mouth. It had been fun watching him in the mirror, but I loved this best.
He pulled back and rested his forehead against mine. “What made you attack?”
Rather than answering him, I gave him a tight hug. “You didn’t like it?”
He chuckled. “I loved it. Whatever I did, I want to do it every day.”
“Just be yourself.” I gave his lips a peck, and in return he brushed his mouth to mine. Before I knew it, we were kissing again. It didn’t take long for us both to be hard once more, sensually rocking our hips together while dueling with our tongues. I could get used to this.
13
WICK
Starting my Sunday off with a teeny hangover wasn’t preferable, but in a way, I treasured the mild discomfort because it reminded me of the amazing time I’d had during my party—the twinge in my ass also kept the memories alive. I wasn’t sure how many times Maurice used his cock to force an orgasm out of me last night, but we’d been at it for hours and I had zero regrets. I probably should’ve personally bid my guests farewell, but considering all the thank-you texts I’d been receiving this morning, I would say no one was offended.
