37. Making It Work

37

MAKING IT WORK

" I 'm exhausted," Raine said hours later. "My feet hurt, my back is aching and my jaw feels locked from all the smiling and laughing. I might be excitement drunk on top of it. Is that a thing? Can you give me a boost into your truck? I'm not sure I've got the energy to even step up."

Aster laughed and walked around to pick her up and put her in. Maybe she said that just so he could get his hands on her again.

She wasn't sure she could get him on the dance floor. It'd been hard, but he'd only done it for some slow songs.

Good enough in her eyes, but she had to get her hands around him in that black suit and gray tie. He might have had boring colors on, but he stood out in a crowd to her.

"You looked as if you were having a blast," he said. "Along with a lot of the other women."

"Poppy and Violet are big dancers, but you know, just having had babies and all, they were tame tonight. I hope Daphne didn't have a bad night with the kids."

"I doubt it," he said. "She can handle anything."

"I know," she said. "I thought River and Emma's wedding was fun, but nothing like this. Ivy said she was going to have the party wedding and she accomplished it."

"It did seem like lots of people were enjoying themselves," he said. "Even Ivy's parents were out there dancing."

"I thought that was sweet," she said. "My parents too."

"Do you think you can walk into the building or do I need to carry you?" he asked.

They were going back to her apartment because Daphne was most likely at Aster's house now since Poppy left before them.

It didn't bother her much that Aster's sister was around. They were making it work.

"I'd never turn down you carrying me, but my neighbors might think I'm hurt and I'm not."

"Didn't you just complain about all the things that were bothering you minutes ago?"

"That's different," she said. "That is a different kind of pain."

"If you say so," he said.

"I do. And I'll find energy because I need to get my hands on you in that suit. Yummmmmy."

"How much have you had to drink?" he asked, turning to look at her.

"A few glasses of champagne over a few hours. And I was dancing enough I'm sure I burned it off. I'm good. I know exactly what I'm doing."

She'd been planning it all afternoon in her head and nothing was going to stop her.

"Glad to know," he said.

He shut the truck off and she jerked up. "Sorry," she said. "What happened?'

"I think you fell asleep," he said, laughing. "Let me come around and help you down. I don't need you breaking an ankle or something when you get out."

"I'll let you," she said. What a bummer. She needed to get her second wind somehow.

When he came around and opened the door, she reached her arms out for him and he picked her up with his hands on her hips and had her slide down his body until her feet hit the pavement.

Now that worked her up and gave her some energy.

"I've got a surprise for you," she said.

"What's that?" he asked. "Going to show me how fast you can fall asleep?"

"It's only seven. I just needed a catnap. A shower will revive me. I can do what I want in there," she said, turning and pointing her finger at him.

He chuckled and took the key out of her hand and opened the door.

"A shower sounds good," he said. "Not much room in there for both of us."

"I'll make it work," she said.

They got to her room and she turned quickly and wiggled at him, then cleared her throat. "Do you need something?"

"I need you to unzip me," she said.

She wasn't sure she could get her arms behind her to get it undone. She'd had help when she got dressed at Ivy's. The guys got dressed at River's.

Once her gown was undone, she let it drop to the floor, kicking her shoes off at the same time.

"That's a cute set," he said.

"The dress was so light in color that it was easier to do the nude color. I bought it special, but I think I'm all sweaty. Not very sexy. My hair is probably falling out and my makeup running."

"You look adorably like the woman I love."

"Awww," she said. "The most perfect thing in the world to say. Do you get sappy at weddings too?"

He snorted at her as she was loosening his tie to take it off and then attacking the buttons on his shirt. He'd ditched his jacket hours ago like a lot of the men did.

"No," he said. "I don't think I get sappy at many things. But this was the first wedding I've been to."

"Oh yeah," she said. She pushed his shirt off his chest. "You told me that. Drop your pants and let's hit the shower."

She quickly dropped her bra, slid her panties down, and ran naked to the bathroom.

Maybe it was the champagne giving her some courage.

She turned the water on, got it to the temperature she wanted, and then felt Aster's hands on her hips again and he lifted her and put her under the water.

Her braid got wet, but it kept her hair back from her face, which was a good thing.

Aster climbed in with her and she pulled the curtain shut, then grabbed the soap and lathered her hands and went right for his chest down to his dick.

Once he was rinsed off she didn't give him a chance to do anything else and dropped to her knees and covered him with her mouth.

"Whoa," he said. "Slow down."

"I can't," she said. She didn't do this often. Only a few times. And she never finished. But tonight she wanted to.

She wanted to do something she'd never done before with a man she loved.

One that made her heart race more than with all the dancing she'd done tonight.

Her hand came up to join the action and she was stroking him while she sucked.

"I'm really close," he said. "You need to stop."

"I don't want to," she said.

He tugged at her braid a bit to get her to move, but she wasn't budging. She'd come this far and what was the worst that would happen?

The louder his moans got, the faster she was fueled to get him to the end.

Then before she was prepared he was coming and it was hitting her in the back of the throat and she was coughing and gagging and spitting it out. Thank God they were in the shower.

"I warned you," he said.

She burst out laughing. "You did. Oh well. Now I know. Maybe I could have been a bit more prepared."

"You didn't need to do it," he said, turning her and pulling her close, her back to his chest, his hands running over her breasts and down between her legs.

He dipped his head and kissed her neck, up to her cheek, and back down to her neck.

His fingers were parting her lower lips and sank in fast.

It was almost like an assault on her senses with the heat of the water and the steam in the bathroom.

"Keep it up," she said, her head falling back.

"I want you to come for me," he whispered in her ear. "Come hard. Shout out my name as you do."

Her breath was catching, her legs were shaking and almost felt like jelly and wanted to give out, but he was holding her up at the same time he was making her weak.

"Oh God," she said. And then it hit her as hard as it must have him. She was just as unprepared for the throbbing between her legs as his fingers continued to pump in and out and then just went in deep and stayed.

There was almost a tapping inside her she couldn't figure out and it didn't matter, only that the orgasm continued on and on until her body went lax.

"I've got you," he said, picking her up and stepping out of the shower. He set her on the toilet, shut the water off, and then dried her gently.

Her eyelids were drooping and this was what pure exhaustion felt like.

He dried himself off while he kept her sitting there and then picked her up and carried her to bed, laid her under the covers, and climbed in with her.

She didn't remember a thing after that other than she was positive there was a smile on her face.