Page 21 of Crewe (Nelson’s Honkytonk Saloon & Bar #3)
Chapter Twenty-One
R y was sitting in a chair, Crewe’s arm draped around her shoulders, and the kids were on the other side of Crewe. Phoebe and Blake were by them with Roam and Sprite on the other side. Ry didn’t know the last time she could just sit and enjoy a wedding.
Crewe’s fingers on her shoulder had slid under her hair and were drawing circles on her neck. She shivered. Crewe’s leg shifted to be against hers. The warmth and the distraction of his fingers on her neck had her fighting to focus on the wedding.
Adley was beautiful in an off-the-shoulder gown that was trimmed in white fur. It was tea length in the front and a little longer in back. Crewe whispered that both Justice’s and Adley’s moms were walking with Adley down the aisle.
His warm breath near her ear did not make concentration any easier. She grinned when Justice couldn’t even wait to kiss her. She had tears in her eyes seeing the babies in little tuxes and hearing Justice and Adley promise forever to each other.
As the couple left, they paused to greet people before heading to the reception site. She and Crewe were far enough down the row that they’d need to give their congratulations at the reception. The area started to empty, and Crewe led her out of their row.
“We’ll take the kids in our SUV—plenty of room, and they don’t want to be apart,” Roam called as he and Sprite herded their brood, plus Phoebe, Freya, and Wyatt, toward their vehicle .
Crewe held her hand as he walked her toward their vehicle. He stopped at the edge of the building where the bride and groom had gotten ready.
“Give me a sec,” he said, going inside the building.
She stared around the area. It was breathtaking. The mountain peaks behind the falls and the gurgling water provided a melodious background.
Crewe opened the door and beckoned her toward him. She walked over.
“What?” she asked.
“This,” he said, lifting her and striding down the hall.
He pushed open the door to the room labeled family restroom .
He closed the door and then slid the lock into place.
There was a flat cabinet that a baby could be changed on and only one toilet in the room, along with a sofa against a wall.
She guessed it was if anyone needed to nurse a baby.
Crewe had worn a long-sleeved dark dress shirt, dark slacks, and his dress boots. He brought her over to the sofa. She had no idea what he had planned .
He unbuckled his belt and jeans, sliding his slacks down to his hips in one motion.
His hard cock slapped against his stomach.
He smirked at her as he grasped the back of her neck and kissed her.
This wasn’t one of those light kisses that came when you were asked how your day was.
This was a deep, dark kiss that swamped her senses and left her swaying on her feet.
He pulled back and sat down on the sofa.
“Now, you can come over here and let me eat your pussy until you come, then you can ride me…”
“No,” she said before he could finish.
He’d built a fire in her, and she didn’t want to wait for him to eat her. She wanted him to fill the ache inside her. She lifted her dress, settling her knees on either side of his thighs.
“What about your panties?” he asked.
“Rip them,” Ry said.
“You are fuckin’ perfect for me,” Crewe said, grasping her panties and ripping them until they fell away .
Ry stared at Crewe as she held his cock and slowly slid down him. When she’d taken him, he groaned.
“Ry, your pussy is so wet and hot. Don’t move or I’ll come too soon,” Crewe pleaded.
His words didn’t make her stop. They made her feel powerful.
She moved up, setting a rhythm, building them both up higher and higher until a tidal wave rushed over her.
Her toes curled, her muscles clenched, which had Crewe groaning louder until he planted deep and came.
Ry wondered if this could kill her because they might call it the little death, but nothing about this felt little.
She snickered, leaning her forehead against his, trying to catch her breath.
“Something funny?” Crewe said.
“Umm, I was thinking that though they called it the little death, there was nothing little about this, especially the way your cock stretches me each time.”
“You can’t talk like that, or I’ll need another round. We’d definitely get caught then. ”
“Okay, but how am I going to dismount exactly? We didn’t think this through,” she said, worrying how she was going to keep cum from getting all over his slacks that were at his thighs. Crewe grinned, reaching into the pocket of his slacks and pulling out a stack of napkins, handing them to her.
Thank goodness he was prepared. Now she could get cleaned up, and they could get to the reception. She loved being with Crewe, but she was missing the kids and needed to love on them a little.