Undone (The Unexpected Series Book 2) (26 page)

Ever so slowly he raises my skirt until I feel the breeze from the drafty bar pass between my sensitive center. Realizing that two can play this game, I take my hand and place it between his legs rubbing his very hard erection over his jeans.

He’s worked up as much as I am because one stroke has him jerking in his seat.

“You okay, man?” Walker asks him raising an eyebrow.

Taking a pull from his beer, he eyes me sideways and answers. “Yea. I just remembered I left my wallet in the room.” Looking over to me putting more sensual pressure on my leg, he adds, “Noe, why don’t you come with me?”

We excuse ourselves and Erin starts laughing hysterically. Walker asks what’s funny and she points out the outline of Trent’s wallet in his pocket as we walk away. An “oh” comes out of Walker’s mouth as they both continue to laugh.

The room door slams against the wall when Trent and I enter. It’s pitch black and quiet. He lets me go but I can hear his breathing into the night. It’s heavy and masculine.

“Trent?” I call out but he shushes me.

“You can’t tempt me like that, Sunshine, and not expect me to haul your ass up here.”

“How did I tempt you? You were the one with your hands between my legs,” I whisper. I don’t know why except maybe that I’m so turned on right now I can’t assemble my vocal cords.

“You didn’t wear panties and you know what it does to me. I was fine until you put your delicate hand on my rock fucking hard cock, Noe. Do you know how much your touch makes me come undone? So fucking undone that I unravel.”

He finally touches my waist from behind and lifts up my tank top. “I need this off.” I willingly let him and allow my bra to follow. “Sit on the bed.”

I do as I’m told. As much as I love to control things I love it even more when he commands me.

I feel him walk over to me and run his fingers through my hair. The sound of his zipper fills the room and the want between my legs magnifies.

His thumb rubs along my cheek and drags along my lips. “Open your mouth, Noelle.”

Again, I do as he says. The tip of his cock rubs my bottom lip, then the top, before he slides it into my mouth. It’s soft and hard at the same time. With one hand on my cheek and the other on the back of my head, with a fistful of hair, he slowly pumps himself over my tongue. I reach up taking him into my hand and glide it back and forth over the length my mouth can’t reach.

“Damn it, Sunshine.” He moans out fueling my need to please him.

I reach underneath his shaft and lightly graze my fingernails over his balls, and he yells out in pleasure. I moan with him more turned on than I’ve ever been before. He let’s go of my cheek and grabs a second handful of hair pushing me faster onto his dick.

His grunts get louder, his pace quicker and his balls tighter. I can feel his precum dripping into my mouth and I rub my tongue along the bottom of his dick as I suction the rest of him.

“I’m going to come in your mouth. Get ready. I want you to take it all.” He roars as he spills himself into me. I swallow it all down like the fucking champ I am.

His thrusts lose intensity and I pull him out of my mouth.

“Walker was wrong. You’re not a quitter.”

“Definitely not. When I do something, I do it right. No half ass shit here!” I stand up, drop my skirt onto the floor, and lay back onto the bed.

“You want a turn?” I hear a smile in his tone.

“Desperately. You can’t turn me on with your damn pinky and then get me to swallow for you and not reciprocate.”

His now fully clothed body covers my naked one and the material teases at my skin. Falling to my side his hands slide between my legs. He groans. “So fucking wet.”

“You made me that way.” I smile into his lips as he kisses me hard.

His fingers delve into me and his thumb scratches at my clit. I instantly feel the start of an orgasm. He has me so tightly wound that this can’t possibly take long. I reach up, grabbing my nipple between my thumb and pointer finger, rubbing it back and forth. His pace quickens and his thumb pushes harder into me. My hips jut off the bed in rhythm with his skillful hands and in under a minute this sexy as fuck man has me screaming out his name into the silent night.

Pulling his fingers out he rubs my arousal through my folds and another orgasm starts to build up. I grab his wrists in an attempt to keep his hands doing what they are doing. He continues, every so often dipping back into me, then pulling out and rubbing more of my juices around. He circles my clit and fireworks go off. “Fuck, I’m coming again!” I scream and thrust my hips onto his hand. His mouth finds my nipple, and it intensifies the orgasm.

After retrieving my clothes and attempting to fix my unfixable hair Trent sends me to my room to put some panties on.

“If we’re going to make it through this weekend without being in this room the whole time you need to put some on,” he tells me when I enter my room as he swats my ass.

He watches me as I slip on a barely there yellow thong and shimmy it up my hips.

“Better?” I ask raising a brow.

“Not by much.” He laughs.

By the time we get downstairs most of the attendees have arrived and are on their way to being drunk.

“There they are!” Erin yells from her circle of three other bridesmaids. Deliah, Walker’s sister, Nicole, and Emma, from work, who she used to hate but now has grown to love. Erin clearly is drunk. “Come here, Noe!”

I join them leaving Trent to go with the boys at the next table.

Erin stands up. “A toast!” she yells. “To my future sister in laws, Deliah and Noelle.”

The whole room looks at me shocked.

Trent is the first to pipe up. “CHEERS!” He says and takes his shot.

After sleeping in on Saturday the whole crew of us gets our bathing suits on and we relax at the beach across from the hotel. I notice some girls flirting and talking to Trent, putting their hands on him but he doesn’t reciprocate. He pushes them away and always has his eyes on me. I try to keep my jealousy in check. Knowing how he makes me feel mentally and physically has me almost labeling our relationship. Not that I would mind being his girlfriend but it seems much easier to walk away if it doesn’t work out if we aren’t labeled.

But I desperately want things to work out.

I close my eyes basking in the warm sun while on top of my beach towel wearing the same bikini Trent pulled off of me at his mom’s house.

A shadow crosses over me and I open my lids and find over six feet of sexy. “Hey, Sunshine. Mind if I join you?”

I sit up and motion beside me. “By all means, if you’re done with your fan club.”

He walks to the back of my towel and sits behind me, pulling my head down to his lap. “You’re not jealous are you?”

His magic fingers rub along my temples and I instantly relax. “I don’t do jealousy. It’s immature.”

“Mmm hmm,” he mutters as he lowers his hands to massage my shoulders. “You’re skin is beautiful, Noe. I love to touch it.”

“I love when you touch me.” I counter reaching up and rubbing his thighs.

I could lie like this all day, just letting go of all my stress on the beach in Trent’s arms.

“Come on, lovebirds. Time to get ready for the strip club tonight!” One of Walker’s college buddies yells across the beach.

Well, there goes that idea.

~~

At eight o’clock all the girls are ready and jumping into the limo for Erin’s bachelorette party. The theme of the night, per Erin’s request not to wear penises around our necks or on hats or boas, is black and white. The outfits range from skimpy and slutty to modest. I’m in a black mini dress, paired with lace panties, and white stiletto heels. I’m tall for a girl but I feel like a giant compared to some of the ladies here. Erin is wearing a white halter dress with fringes coming off the bottom like it came straight from the 20s. She has her hair pinned up with a feather clip and black wedge heels.

We arrive at the strip club and it’s packed. The host brings us to our reserved private section. We’re instantly served ten shots of tequila. We all raise our glasses and toast to Erin and Walker’s upcoming nuptials.

The first male dancer, dressed as a fireman, jumps up on the stage and starts grinding on the pole to
Hot Stuff
. I have to turn away because it’s almost comical. I open my clutch and dig around for my cell and see I have a text from Trent.

Trent: Miss you, Sexy

A stupid grin makes an appearance on my face as I text him back.

Me: I miss you too.

“Noelle! Get off your phone!” Erin yells taking her third shot and handing me my second one.

“Bottoms up,” I call out.

A few hours later all ten of us are feeling good. Everyone but Erin and I are drooling over the dancers walking around and requesting lap dances. My body is tingling with the awesome feeling that is tipsy. I like this feeling. It’s between sober and piss ass drunk. I don’t like to be drunk because I don’t feel like I have any control. I like to feel happy.

I’m standing up swaying my hips to the music when a man dressed as a construction worker takes the stage. I immediately start giggling because he almost reminds me of Trent.

I drunkenly pull out my cell and fire off a text.

Me: Construction worker swinging his wang around. Wish it was yours.

Trent: You like when I swing my wang around in your face?

“Oh my God, Noe!” Erin screeches over my shoulder reading our texts but doesn’t move away.

Me: You can do whatever you want with it as long as it’s only with me.

Trent: Always, only ever you.

“Awe. I love him,” I say to no one in particular but realize too late that Erin had to have heard me. I look at her and her alcohol induced tears begin. “Erin, don’t start.”

“You love him?” She asks wiping her cheek.

I shake my head. “It’s too early to know that.”

“But you said it, Noe.”

“Just drop it for now, please. I’m drunk and don’t know what I’m saying.”

She raises her cosmo to me with a raised eyebrow. “Truth serum.”

I playfully shove her and look back down at my phone.

Trent: When will you be back. Walker just wanted to come back to the hotel and play poker.

Me: Still at the club, wishing you were here dancing for me. ;)

After a minute without a response I decide to focus on Erin’s big night and continue to have fun. Throwing my phone back in my purse, I order another round of shots of “buttery nipple” and we toast to men with big dicks.

The rest of the night is a blur and I pretend to pull out my phone to check the time but my face falls when I still see no text back from Trent. It’s just after midnight. I promised Erin we wouldn’t leave until she was ready or until they close at 2:30 A.M.

“Noe!” Deliah yells over the music. “You want a lap dance? I’ll pay for it!”

I look over to her and find she is slightly leaning to one side. She is smiling but her eyes look tired.

“No, thank you!” I decline. “I’d rather not.”

“I don’t know,” she says. “I think I see someone who might pique your interest.”

She points behind me and even though I don’t want to look I do. And I’m so glad I did. Trent is standing there with Walker, who is holding a very unsteady Erin in his arms. My mouth drops at the sight of Trent. His dark washed jeans and dark grey t-shirt turn me on in a way that no other man could because he is wearing them. His hands are on his hips and his brown hair looks ruffled and sexy.

I stand and walk as well as I can in my heels. When I reach him I brace myself on his arms and bask in his firmness. “Did you come to dance for me?” I ask kissing him easily with the five inches I gained wearing these shoes.

His hands reach down to my hips and tug my dress down. “It’s a good thing you wore panties, Noe. You were just flashing everyone.”