Page 85 of Midnight Curfew

Rising, I walk over to the new bride, interrupting her husband’s conversation with Mitchell Kenmont.

Her eyes immediately lock on mine. Is Dallas watching?

She almost smiles, no doubt happy to see someone her own age.

Taking her hand, I lean into her ear. “It’s my first time, too,” I whisper.

“I just want to touch you.”

That, I can handle in public.

Her nervous eyes flash to her husband, and I check with him, too. As is considerate, of course.

His unremarkable face with his dull, brown hair smiles at her, nodding once.

He may like other women, but he wants her to be happy. Aw.

I lead her to a couch in the center of the room, and Jerome and Micah join me. I want Dallas to watch this. I want him to see that life goes on without him, and no one thinks about him.

No one.

I slide my hands down her body, kneeling at her feet and gliding my fingers back up, underneath her skirt.

Her mouth falls open, and she fights a smile, holding my eyes as I pull down her panties.

I wish this got me hard. Women know how to dress, and they always smell good. They’re gentle, tender, and useful.

Soft, manicured, waxed, tanned, and painted. They decorate men.

If I can’t do her, I can’t do anyone. I need to make this happen. Sliding her heeled legs out of her panties, I sit her down on the couch and kneel at her feet. Hooking one of her legs over my shoulder, I trail my mouth up the inside of her thigh. Her pussy is waxed, which I like.

So many times, I fantasized about Dallas catching me touching someone else and pulling me back into his grasp. How many times I wanted him to see something like this and hate it.

Jerome comes down on her right, turning her mouth to him while he unhooks her dress at the back of her neck. The top spills down, Micah diving in to feast on her breasts. Jerome kisses her lips and I tease her clit.

Her moans come in a steady succession, her back arching off the couch as I suck her into my mouth.

She cups Micah’s head with one hand, slipping the fingers of her other through my hair.

But I feel his eyes.

This is for me, not him. He won’t get jealous. I know that now.

I do everything slow and tantalizing, though, for him.

A current flows under my skin, making my cock swell hot with blood. Shooting up, I tongue her nipple, Micah and I both sucking on a breast each.

Without taking my mouth off her, I roll up my sleeves and wrap my arms around her, pulling her up to me. The other two fall away, and I whisper to her. “Kiss me.”

She breathes out a little giggle, dipping her hand between my legs as she taunts my lips with little nibbles. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she groans.

We kiss, but all I feel is him. I want him to know life is going to be diamonds without him.

Watch me.

Watch me get married and bring my kids into that school and get on and off private planes and boats and golf courses.

Watch me for the rest of your fucking life.