Scandal: The Lies We Tell (Volume 1) (6 page)

      “Does she know?” I glanced over Nick’s shoulder to where Carrie was dancing with her father and felt a wave of sympathy for the poor girl.

    “Not a clue. Craig wants to keep it that way.” Nick looked equally bothered by the situation.
“Plus apparently Craig’s new marital status is a big turn on for Brad.”

    “Is it weird that the kilts ended up being the most normal part of this wedding?”

    Nick managed a small smile. “I could’ve predicted that.”

    “So not that I’m complaining, but how much time to we need to serve before we can leave without drawing attention?” As much as I was enjoying being in Nick’s arms, the wedding had become a perverse form of torture.

   Nick studied me carefully and his arm tightened around my waist. “We should probably finish the song.”

   “We should
.” I ran my fingers up the back of his neck and pulled his head down, kissing him forcefully.

   Nick pulled back and cleared his throat. “You’re right. Let’s go.”

   We were both anxious to forget everything and resume our original quest for an empty bedroom. Fortunately, back at the house we had plenty of options. The second the front door closed behind us we were on each other, kissing and grinding like horny teenagers. I stripped away Nick’s jacket and tie, throwing them carelessly across the room.

   Nick unzipped my dress slowly and slid his fingers beneath the shoulder straps to slide it from my body. I stepped out of the silky fabric and kicked it away. We stumbled down the hall together, our bodies entwined. My room was closest bedroom and we burst into the room in a storm of heat and passion.

Nick’s hands explored my body as I pushed against him. We carried on this way for some time as he acquainted himself with my topography. He unhooked my bra and I felt a surge of heat as his mouth fastened on my breast. I slipped my hand down the fly of his pants, brushing my hand against the bulge inside. His hands went over my breasts, caressing and teasing gently, and his mouth trailed after his hands.

Before I knew it, his pants and shirt were off and my panties quickly follow
ed. This time when I reached for him, there was no fabric in the way and I was able to grab his penis firmly in my hand. He was fully erect and he moaned eagerly at my touch.

Nick lifted me in his arms, our skin caressing each other teasingly, and laid me down on the bed. He hovered over me for a second and I took the opportunity to appreciate his strong, solid bo
dy. Then he lowered himself and his long, warm body pressed full-length against mine as we kissed over and over in a heated frenzy. His fingers probed me, fluttering hard against my nub in a way that made me press harder against him. He stroked a finger in and out, spreading the wetness that was building inside.

When he was satisfied that I was ready, Nick pulled back briefly to slip a condom into place and then looked me in the eye until I nodded.
He pressed against me again, making a hungry noise as he slid inside me easily. My fingers dug hard into the muscles of his arms and he pushed as deep inside of me as he could get. Then he pulled out, nearly all the way until I let out a gasp of protest. This time he pushed hard into me and his rhythm picked up, faster and faster until I wasn’t sure I could keep up.

I spread my legs wider, allowing Nick to go even deeper and I could feel the climax building within. It came quickly, a sudden wave of heat and pleasure as I rippled around him.
Nick had been waiting for me and with one last thrust released inside me, one violent shudder before collapsing on top of me.

Neither of us moved or
spoke for a long time. Nick was heavy, but I enjoyed the feeling of his body pressing down on me. He was warm and solid and I felt safe. I ran my fingers up and down the soft skin on his back and marveled at how comfortable I felt with this man I had known for less than a week.

Eventually Nick rolled off of me but he didn’t go far. Propped on his side, he trailed a hand over the bare skin on my stomach
. “Thanks, Charley.”

“For the sex?”
I laughed and poked him in the ribs. “You’re welcome.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

I pretended to be offended. “So the sex wasn’t thanks worthy?”

“I figured the orgasm I gave you would be thanks enough,” Nick joked. “What I meant to say was thanks for coming with me this weekend.”

“I see.” I turned on my side until our faces were inches apart on the pillow. “I had a nice time, despite what happened at the wedding. Thanks for inviting me.”

“So no regrets then?”
Nick’s hand was still stroking my body and his hand was closing in on my breast.

“No regrets, Nick. Not with you.” As our bodies came together again I knew that I was right where I was supposed to be.

Sunday, October 11
th

The Daily Scandal– Washington’s #1 Source for Breaking Political News and Politicians Making News

Senator Cooper has made things official with his mystery woman, whom the Daily Scandal has learned is Charley Tanner, a local non-profit employee. The two of them were spotted getting quite friendly at Craig Bender’s wedding. Sources tell Scandal that Cooper was also spotted outside having a heated argument with Bender while wedding guests danced on obliviously inside. No one was able to confirm the reason for the argument, but Cooper left shortly afterward with his new lady on his arm.

Miss Tanner is infamous in her own right
for being the lone survivor of the Morville Massacre. Sadly, she lost a younger brother during the shooting but it seems things may be turning around for her. For her sake, let’s hope that Senator Cooper finds a way to keep his woman happy. With rumors floating that the Senator’s ex-fiancé is carrying his child, it seems his new relationship is doomed from the start.

Stay tuned for more scandal in
:

Scandal Volume 2: The Secrets We Keep

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:

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,
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Broken
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