Page 31 of Denim & Diamonds

I couldn’t help but notice how fast his heart was beating against mine. He’d proven in many ways tonight how much he cared about me.

He looked around as we continued to sway to the music. “I’ve been so transfixed by your beautiful eyes, Red, I didn’t even realize we’re the only ones dancing to this.”

“It’s our song.” I winked. “They must know that.”

After our dance, Brock and I were on the way back to the table when he pulled me toward the photo booth instead.

He wriggled his brows. “We can’t leave without photos.”

We took a bunch of photos with various props.

We stuck out our tongues, made faces, and kissed.

This playful side of Brock had me on cloud nine.

I wondered if these images would merely be keepsakes of a relationship long gone someday, or if there was still a chance for us?

Would we show these to our grandkids? I shook my head at that thought.

Brock turning up here certainly gave me hope.

But it was most likely false hope. One good night didn’t change the fact that we lived separate lives.

We’d returned to the table for some cake when Johnathan and Ilona came walking in our direction, hand in hand.

What a buzzkill.

I straightened in my seat. “There’s the happy couple…”

Ilona looked between Brock and me. “Happy couple? I should say! You two look pretty happy yourself.”

“You know what?” I turned to Brock. “I really am. ”

Brock smiled as his eyes lingered on mine.

Johnathan interrupted, “Everything in life works out the way it’s supposed to, doesn’t it? I’m happy you and I both are where we were meant to be, February.” He patted my shoulder. “Have fun.”

They moved on to greet the next table.

Brock placed his hand on my thigh and squeezed. “If he touches you again, I might have to clock him. And where he’s meant to be is hell.”

I laughed a little, but sadness washed over me.

“What happened there?” Brock asked.

“Hmm?”

“In like a split second, your smile dimmed, and you lost the light in your eyes. Was it what he said?”

“It didn’t upset me, per se. But he reminded me how much I wish our situation were simpler. It’s been great spending this day with you, but this weekend will be over in a flash. Him being happy for me just made me wish things were the way they seemed.”

Brock took my hand. “We don’t have it all figured out, Feb, but that doesn’t make what we’re feeling any less real.”

I shook my head. “God, I’m sorry. I lost it there for a moment. I’m back. I promise.”

“We have plenty of time to lament the distance between us when we go back to living apart at the end of the weekend. But try not to let it ruin the two days we have.”

“You’re right. This time is precious. I’m shutting off the thoughts in my head. Believe it or not, that had been mostly working.”

“Good girl. ”

The way he said good girl momentarily took my mind to a naughty place. I wouldn’t have minded kneeling at his feet while he dominated me in that tux tonight.

“Are you getting lost in your head again?”

I felt my cheeks heat. “Not the way you think.”

Brock excused himself to the bathroom. Shortly after, the DJ announced that the bouquet toss was about to begin.

What the hell…

I rose and stood toward the back of the crowd of ravenous single women, not expecting anything to come of it.

When Ilona threw the bouquet, everyone but me seemed to leap forward. One of the bridesmaids almost caught it, but it slipped out of her hands—landing on the ground by Brock’s feet, just as he returned from the bathroom.

He casually bent, picked up the bouquet as if it were a piece of dust on the ground, and handed it to me. Then he leaned in and kissed me to the sound of thunderous applause.

“Now seems like a good time to get the hell out of here,” he said after a moment. “You?”

“Sounds perfect.”

With all eyes still on us, I tossed the bouquet to the cute little flower girl before Brock and I left hand in hand.

***

Brock didn’t say much on the ride home, nor did he put his hands on me, much to my chagrin.

So imagine my surprise when the moment I opened the door to my apartment, I found my back against the wall, Brock towering over me.

“I can’t fucking hold it in anymore,” he breathed, his eyes flickering with desire.

“You were so quiet in the car. I thought maybe—”

“I didn’t want to look at you because I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait until we got home. We need to be in private for all the things I want to do to you tonight.”

My heart beat faster. Arousal raced through me, and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

Just as I had the thought, Brock slid his hand through the slit of my dress and moved it up my leg.

“Are you ever planning on wearing this dress again?” he asked.

I swallowed. “Why?”

“Because I might want to ruin it right now.”

“Do it,” I dared. “Just keep your tux on while you do.”

I felt a tug at the material of my dress and then a loud rip before our mouths collided. Brock kissed me hard as he ripped the dress a second time.

Raking my hands through his hair, I vaguely heard the sound of his belt buckle clanking as he undid the top of his pants. He then lifted me on top of him, my back against the wall.

Within seconds, I felt his cock at my opening, right before he pushed into me in one hard, swift movement. If I hadn’t been so damn wet, it might’ve hurt. But instead, his filling me felt like absolute ecstasy.

We were both still mostly fully clothed as Brock thrust into me .

“I’ve wanted to fuck you in this dress all night, Red.”

An unintelligible sound escaped me as I tried to curb the orgasm that begged to rise to the surface, faster and more powerful than any in my life.

“You’re getting my pants all wet, Red. I definitely own this tux now.” He laughed over my mouth.

“Good.” Moving my hips faster, I rasped, “You’re so hot in it.”

“This beautiful pussy is mine tonight.” He groaned. “ You’re all mine tonight. You got it?”

I answered by taking his mouth, our tongues colliding, circling, tasting, amidst frantic breaths.

Brock moved his hand behind my head as he moved in and out of me even faster. “Let me know when you’re ready for me.”

“Now…” I breathed.

I soon learned why he’d protected my head as he lurched forward when he came, his warm cum filling me. The feel of his wet heat between my legs timed perfectly with my own earth-shattering climax, which rolled through me in glorious waves.

He continued to hold me until our breathing slowed. Then he finally put me down, backed me against the wall again, and kissed me voraciously.

He placed an arm on each side of my shoulders, locking me in. “I was gonna ask you to show me around the City tomorrow, but I’m pretty sure all I want to do is that over and over again.”