Michael caressed her face with his hands and placed a gentle kiss to her lips. “You taste good. I can’t wait until later,” he whispered, moving his lips to nibble her ear lobe and down her neck to her collarbone.
Lily tilted her head to one side to give him better access. “Mmm, me either. I can’t wait for you to see my underwear… or lack of.”
Michael’s mouth stilled against her neck. “Explain…lack of.”
Kissing his neck, she slipped her hands inside his jacket and moved them around to his back, caressing downwards, feeling his cock go rigid against her when she squeezed his butt. “I only have a lacy garter on under the dress.”
His cock surged against her stomach. “Are you telling me that you have a naked * under this dress?”
“Yes,” she whispered, rubbing against his shaft.
Michael grabbed her hips, thrusting against her.
“I need to touch you. I need to feel how wet you are.”
Lily groaned, because there was nowhere for them to go, at least not yet. “We can’t leave. Not yet. Your mom wouldn’t be happy if we did.”
Michael grabbed hold of her hips to keep her still as he rotated his against hers. “I’d be happy.”
Between her legs she was wet and aching for his touch. Before she became pregnant she craved him, but now she couldn’t get enough of him. One touch from Michael and she was ready to come.
“Let me touch you,” he said, while he started to lift the front of her dress, which was trapped between them.
“Michael, there you are.”
He growled in Lily’s ear while trying to control his breathing with his mom approaching them.
“That’s what you get for being impatient,” she whispered.
He wasn’t the only one frustrated though.
Chapter 9
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Mom. She would never change. When Michael was growing up with his brothers she was the biggest cock blocker around. She seemed to have a ‘hanky-panky’ antenna and the minute one of them had a girl around and was just about to get to third base, she’d appear. She’d always shout first to give them warning, but it was damn embarrassing, and no matter how old they were, it still was.
Lily stayed in front of him, blocking his wayward body part from his mom’s view. Turning, they both watched as she approached with the knowing look on her face.
“Michael, for goodness sake. You’re not a horny teenager anymore sneaking around waiting for me to find you. You’ll be able to get to Lily shortly, but you need to go in there and have a slow dance before everyone starts to leave.”
At his mom’s comment, Michael felt Lily shake with silent laughter, her face buried in his chest, at the same time as he turned and found Ruben wiping his eyes with tears of laughter.
“You boys. I do know what sex is. I mean, how the heck do you think you and your brothers appeared?” She shook her head as she started walking towards the marquee, which had been set-up for the dancing. “Five minutes,” she shouted back.
“Did mom just mention sex?” Ruben asked, sitting down looking rather pale.
“Oh please.” Lily pushed away and glared at Ruben and Michael. “Your mom and dad probably had sex in all the places you five used to disappear to.”
Ruben stood, shuddered, and then gave his attention to Lily, “I really did not need to have that vision in my head.” He walked off towards one of the servers from his club.
Taking Lily’s hand, Michael started leading her towards the marquee, but not before he caught Ruben and, if memory served, Rosie, his server, practically nose-to-nose arguing.
Ruben’s club Kenza had been closed for the past week while the glass in the front windows had been replaced, along with the frames, thanks to some vandalism, which had left everyone stunned, and angry. The attack had felt personal, but, out of the five of them, Ruben was the one who’d go out of his way to avoid trouble, whereas once-upon-a-time he’d be in the thick of it. When he found out who was responsible, there would be hell to pay.
Because of the attack on Kenza though, Ruben’s staff had been given paid leave and asked to work at the wedding. Michael was curious about Rosie, who Ruben had trouble staying away from. Ruben’s preoccupation had been hard to miss, which was why he’d noticed, even distracted with his wife’s beauty.