She disconnected. I did too.
I set my phone aside and addressed Ren.
“You’re invited to dinner tomorrow.”
He stared at me.
Then he asked, “How did that happen in the two seconds you were talking to her?”
“It’s Mom’s way.” I curled my arms around him and pressed closer from happy place to chest, and assured him, “It’s gonna be okay.”
His arms tightened. “I know, baby.” He then gave me a touch on the lips before he said, “You gotta get goin’.”
I did. I needed to be primped and trussed in preparation for two people I loved tying the knot.
Therefore, I smiled.
Ren smiled back at me.
* * * * *
“Oh God, honey.”
“Hurry.”
“God, Ren.”
“Hurry, Ally.”
We were in a cloakroom at Hotel Monaco where Luke and Ava were having their reception.
I had my back to the wall, my arms and legs curled around my man, and Ren was exploring the functionality of the deep slit up the front of my killer aqua column bridesmaid dress with a chiffon overlay that exposed a pure Ava rock ‘n’ roll stretch of midriff.
Ren and I were doing the business.
In other words, love was in the air.
Totally good luck that Tod had picked up and kept hold of all the bridesmaid dresses until the big day. If mine had been in my apartment, semi-tragedy.
But my mind wasn’t on escaping a semi-tragedy.
It was on something way better.
“I’m… it’s… Ren,” I gasped, whimpered, then came.
Glorious.
“Fuckin’ fuck me,” Ren growled. He shoved his face in my neck, thrust deep and groaned.
I held on tight as his shuddered though him and mine me.
After it was over, I kept holding him until he kissed my neck, indication to let go.
I did. He slid me up, sliding out of me. His mouth came to mine, his eyes glued to mine, as he put me to my feet. He held me against the wall and I felt him do up his trousers.
Then he touched our lips together before crouching in front of me and ordering, “Foot, baby.”
I lifted a silver strappy, stiletto-heel shod foot and he slid one side of my discarded thong over it. I lifted the other and he repeated, then slid my thong up my legs.
This caused another shudder.
He settled my panties on my hips and rearranged my skirt so it fell properly, but before he got to his feet in front of me, he kissed the inside of my right knee.
And another shudder.
Then he was on his feet and I was no longer leaning against the wall because I was in Ren’s arms.
“You got sex hair, honey,” he told me, eyes moving around my head.
“So?” I asked, and his gaze came to me.
That got me a smile, which led to another touch on the lips. This one harder, it lasted longer and it included our lips opening and both of us adding tongue.
Yummy.
Ren ended the kiss, landed one on my jaw and grabbed my hand.
He led me to the door, opened it and shoved me in front of him, still holding my hand as he pushed us out.
