Page 79 of D’Vaughn and Kris Plan a Wedding

“Yeah. I told her after the dress fitting. She was disappointed but said she’d get over it.” She shrugged. “She doesn’t really have a choice.”

“Damn. So if you already shut her down, why has she still been getting too close for comfort?”

D’Vaughn giggled. “Because you don’t have a dang poker face. You showed her how pissed you get when she stands a little too close to me, so she does it on purpose cause she’s petty.”

“That’s fucked up.”

Lifting a shoulder, D’Vaughn just smiled and slid her arms up and around my neck. “I thought it was funny.”

“Mmhm. Is that why you let her get away with that?”

Raising her heavily lidded eyes to meet mine in the darkened room, D’Vaughn drew her bottom lip between her teeth. She knew exactly what it did to me when she pulled that move. Moving closer, I kissed the corner of her mouth, and then her cheek, before trailing my lips across her skin and leaving a lingering kiss below her ear.

“Why are you tryna start something when we’re in public and I can’t do anything about it?”

I squeezed her closer to me when she trembled in my arms.

“You started it,” she accused, “when you got all green-eyed. You know how I feel about your possessive side.”

Chuckling, I nodded. “So that’s why you let her get too close for my comfort? You wanted to see me get agg? And for what? Now you wet for nothing.”

Her lips parted and she blew out a soft breath, smiling as shook her head. “Not for nothing. Follow me.”

Stepping back, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward a dimly lit hallway in the corner of the room. I slipped into a sort of tunnel vision as I followed her wordlessly. There was something about the way that she instructed me to follow her that had my heart pounding. It was in her low tone; the twinkle of mischief in her eyes. The lights were low just like in the lounge, and the music was muted. Midway down the empty hall were four unisex restrooms with frosted-glass doors, two on each side, and at the end of the hallway was a low settee, bookended by large potted plants. D’Vaughn pushed me down and immediately lifted the front of her dress to her thighs as she climbed onto my lap. With her knees planted on either side of my hips, she bent down to take my mouth in a passionate kiss.

Reflexively, my hands found purchase on her body, landing first at her waist, before sliding down over her hips to settle at the back of her thighs. I was slowly inching my way up to her ass when she grabbed one of my hands and brought it between us, deftly maneuvering it underneath her dress. The moment that my fingers brushed the edge of her panties, my eyes popped open and I broke the kiss, leaning my head back to look at her.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

Her white teeth gleamed as she grinned down at me in that dim hallway that was lit only by electric sconces on the wall, which gave the dark walls an orange glow, and was empty except for the two of us tucked off at the end. From the look in her liquid brown eyes, I knew that I was about to give in to whatever she was requesting of me, exhibitionism be damned.

“Making good use of the wetness down there. What are you doing?”

With the hand that wasn’t underneath her dress, I cupped the back of her neck and brought our faces together, stopping when our lips were just a hair’s breadth away.

“Whatever you want me to,” I murmured before sealing it with a kiss as I slid my fingers beneath the elastic at the juncture of her thighs and sought out the slickened lips that I had now become intimately familiar with. She gasped and clenched around me when my fingers breached her, but that only lasted for a second before she sank down, taking in my digits as she sucked my tongue into her mouth.

As I dug my thumb into her clit, D’Vaughn quickly undid my belt and unzipped my pants. We were completely exposed, and maybe I should have been trying to stop her, but our wedding was in a week, and I was still feeling a little possessive after seeing Tanisha, and the last thing I wanted to do was stop her when she was in the zone. I scooted down on the cushion a little more to make it easier for her hand to make its way into my pants just as that thought became realized and made me pause.

Less than seventy-two hours were left before the final week of Instant I Do began. The six weeks were just about over. I had no idea what was on the agenda for the upcoming week, but something told me it would be jam-packed with opportunities for us to fuck this thing up, which meant less time for us to be alone together like this. Once that perspective hit me in the gut, time seemed to speed up, with the seconds whizzing by at lightning speed and the minutes reduced to milliseconds.

The deliberate smacking of her fingers against my clit made my eyes snap open. Her brows were knitted as she frowned at me.

“Uh-uhn,” she murmured. “I need you right here with me.”

Grinning, I licked my lips. “I’m here, babe.”

She shook her head. “No, you weren’t. You disappeared somewhere in your head, and I need you to stay focused. We don’t have a lot of time before someone eventually comes looking for us and I need you to make me cu—ah, shoot!”

Surging forward, I captured her bottom lip between my teeth as I started fucking her. She was right; we were on borrowed time and, by my calculations, barely had enough time for her to nut.

“Yeah,” I whispered, releasing her lip and kissing along her jawline. “Ride my fingers.”

She obeyed immediately, dropping her head onto my shoulder as she started rotating her hips back and forth.

“How does it feel?”

She mumbled something into my shirtsleeve, but between her muffled words and the increasingly rapid circles she was winding on my clit, I didn’t hear her.