Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I reach down and find her clit while I continue to thrust into her. She moans beneath me, the sound music to my ears.
“Henry,” she gasps out, her voice a mere whisper. Her body starts to tighten around me again.
I increase my pace.
“Let go, Tabitha,” I demand, my voice hoarse with desire.
Her walls clench around me as she comes undone once more, her cries filling the room. It’s all I can do not to lose control right then and there, but I want to draw this moment out. I want to savor her, savor us, for as long as possible.
She shudders beneath me, her breath coming out in shallow pants. The sight of her lost in ecstasy is enough to drive me over the edge. With a few more thrusts, I spill into her, the world blurring around me as intense pleasure overtakes me.
I collapse beside her on the bed and turn her to face me, both of us panting heavily. My heart hammers against my ribcage and sweat coats my skin.
“Tabitha…”
She shushes me with a finger on my lips. “No words,” she murmurs, cuddling closer to me. “Just hold me.”
Except I can’t.
Now that I’ve released, my sense has returned.
We’ll be missed at the reception. I can’t stay and hold her.
And for the first time, I wish I could.
I want more than just a quick romp with Tabitha.
“No,” I say.
Her eyes pop open. “No? This was just another wham-bam?”
I laugh. “Yeah. We have a reception to go to, remember?”
She shakes her head. “Now you’re concerned about Angie’s day? You left, and then you came back.”
I smirk. “I didn’t hear you complaining.”
Her eyes flash with anger. And God, are they even more beautiful when they’re filled with rage.
“I wasn’t expecting you to invite me to take a ride on the Henry-mobile again,” she says, her voice filled with sarcasm.
I swallow. “You enjoyed it.”
“Maybe I did. But that’s not the point.”
“Then what is the point?”
She pulls her skirt down and adjusts her clothes. She glances at me before heading for the door. “The point, Henry, is you need to figure out what the hell you want. And when you do, you’d better hope to God I’ll still be around to listen.”
She exits my room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I run a hand through my hair, pondering her words. What do I want? Do I want Tabitha, or am I just looking for a temporary distraction from my reality?
One thing is clear. I can’t keep stringing her along. It’s not right, not fair to her. She deserves better.
And another thing is clear, and she knows it. We have to get back to the reception. Hell, I have to give a toast soon.
I quickly fix my attire, ensuring all the buttons are done up correctly and my shirt is straight. Taking a deep breath, I head out of the room to join the party.
Out of habit, I scan the area for Tabitha, even though I know she’ll be a bit longer.
She’ll go to her room to fix her hair and makeup before she comes out.
I see her date, Stephen, talking to my sister Sage.
God…
Do I need another reason to hate the guy?
I grab a plate and head to the table where appetizers are set up. My brother waylays me.
“Hey, we were looking for you. Where’d you disappear to?”
I blink. “I just needed a minute.”
He looks me up and down, his brow furrowed. “You’d better take your seat. They’re getting ready to serve dinner.”
I cock my head. “Already?”
He narrows his eyes. “Uh…yeah. You were gone for a while.”
Shit. “Okay.”
I’m part of the wedding party, so I’m seated at the long table set up in front, right next to Jason. Then Angie and her huge-ass wedding party, including places for all their dates, which includes Jesse as Bree’s husband, Dave as Maddie’s husband, and—fuck it all—Stephen as Tabitha’s date.
Would her date like to know she was just fucking me and coming under my tongue?
At least I’m far away from both of them at the long table.
Thirty-Five
Tabitha
I fix my hair and makeup as best I can. I don’t have the skills that Willow and Ginger have, but I’ve taken a good shot at it.
Now, I hope I can erase the just fucked look off my face.
I hold my head high, leave my guest room, and rejoin the party.
Guests are beginning to take their seats for dinner. I didn’t get any appetizers. Not that I feel hungry. But man, I could sure use a drink.
What is it about being here that makes me want to drink?
I enjoy an occasional social cocktail, but I’m certainly not a heavy drinker by any means.
I find my seat all the way at the end of the long table where the wedding party is seated. As far away from Henry as I can possibly get, since he’s on the other side, next to Jason.