Broken Dreams (Broken #2)(53)
Author: Kelly Elliott

“What?”

I nodded and quickly took off the dress. I reached into my suitcase, pulled out a strapless bra, and put it on. When I glanced over at Reed, he was standing there with his mouth hanging open. I slipped the dress back on, hoping he wouldn’t notice that I hadn’t put on panties.

“So, be on the lookout tonight for a good place.” I made my way into the bathroom where I sprayed on some perfume.

When I walked back into the bedroom, Reed still had his mouth hanging open. He closed his eyes and shook his head.

“No. Absolutely not. No way.” He ran his hand through his beautifully messy hair.

“What do you mean, no way? Yeah, we are. We are having public sex tonight, and you will enjoy it, damn it!” I said as I slipped on a pair of high heels, deciding I needed to sex it up for him if I was going to make this work. I quickly swept up my hair and pulled down a few strands, so it looked almost the same as it had during the ceremony.

Reed walked over to me, grabbed my arm, and spun me around. His beautiful blue eyes were searching my face for any signs that I was kidding. When he didn’t find any, he let out a sigh. “Courtney, I’m not fucking my pregnant wife in public. No way in hell is that going to happen.”

Aww…he looks so cute when he’s frustrated…if only he knew how wrong he is. Play it cool, Court. You got this.

I slowly put my finger in my mouth and bit down on it as I looked at him with sad puppy eyes. “Reed, come on. You don’t think it would be sexy as hell to have sex in public? We don’t know any of these people.”

For one brief second, I thought I had him convinced when his eyes filled with lust, and he looked my body up and down. Then, he closed his eyes and shook his head quickly as if he was trying to clear an image from his brain.

“No! No, Court, I don’t think that would be sexy as hell.” He turned, grabbed his watch, and put it on as he mumbled something about me being crazy, and it was a good thing he loved me so much.

I smiled and gave myself a quick hug, thinking about how I was going to get him so hot and bothered tonight he would be begging for me. He turned around and looked at me, waiting for me to agree.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Fine, if that’s the way you want to be.” I reached for my clutch and innocently smiled at him.

“Thank God. Jesus, Court, you freaked me out there for a few seconds. I’m glad you came to your senses.”

He placed his hand on the small of my back, causing goose bumps to invade my skin. I smiled as we made our way out the door.

Oh, Mr. Moore…clearly, you don’t know your wife very well.

The club in the hotel was unbelievably packed with people. Layton was guarding Whitley like a hawk, and it didn’t help that Whitley was in a dancing mood.

I glanced over at Whitley and Courtney talking. I couldn’t help but smile when I thought back to dinner when Courtney had tried like hell to play with me under the table. She looked at me and smiled as I smiled back at her. I knew what she was up to.

Layton walked up, handed me a beer, and slapped me on the back. “Holy shit, man. This place is packed. I’m just glad Whit is taking a breather from dancing.”

I smiled as I nodded my head and looked around the club. “Shit.”

I saw the two girls who had approached Layton and me at the bar the other day. They were out dancing on the dance floor.

Great. Hopefully, they see us with the girls and stay away from us.

Layton got closer to me and started yelling, “What is Courtney up to? She has that look in her eye, and trust me, dude, when she gets that look, you better watch out.”

I let out a laugh as I shook my head. Courtney thought I hadn’t noticed her not putting on panties as she got dressed, but I’d noticed…and I’d been fighting my hard-on all night while just thinking of her with no panties on.

I shouted at Layton, “Oh, believe me, I know she’s up to something. I’ve got my guard up to Defcon level one.”

Layton chuckled and took a drink of his beer.

The song changed, and Selena Gomez’s “Slow Down” started.

Layton and I both said, “Shit.”

Both girls loved that damn song and would play it all the time.

Layton downed his beer and set it down. Then, he looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. “Let’s do this!”

He slapped his hands together and grabbed Whitley when she walked up to him. They made their way to the middle of the dance floor, and Court and I were right behind them. I tried like hell to keep my laughter in as Courtney’s dancing got more and more provocative. She was trying like hell to get me turned-on.

As long as I don’t touch her too much, I’ll be okay.

I glanced over at Layton and Whitley, and they were all over each other. I rolled my eyes and noticed one of the girls from the other night walking toward me. I grabbed Courtney and pulled her up against me. The girl stopped in her tracks, made a face, and turned to walk away.

I let out the breath I’d been holding and looked down at Court. She had the biggest grin on her face. The song ended, and I was again breathing a sigh of relief until “Cyclone” by Baby Bash started playing.

Fuck me. It’s the song from our first night together.

The look in Courtney’s eyes changed. She turned around and backed her ass right up next to my poor hard dick that I’d been trying to keep under control all night. She began grinding and rubbing her hands all over her body.

Come on, Reed. You’ve got this. This is the same girl who called you a tree-loving, cultivating-plant pussy. Stay strong. Don’t touch her.

Courtney turned around and was sucking on her damn index finger. I looked away and caught a glimpse of Layton and Whitley.

Holy shit.

Those two were practically having sex on the dance floor. I quickly looked away and tried to look everywhere but at Courtney. Then, she reached down and grabbed me. I jerked my head and looked at her as she started moving her hands all over me while she danced like I’d never seen her dance before. I’d never seen anyone so fucking sexy in my entire life. She moved her whole body up and down my body, and then she turned around and started with the whole ass-grinding again. My dick was so hard that it was beginning to hurt. She placed her head back against my chest.

I leaned down and said, “You’re driving me crazy, Courtney.”

The dance floor was packed, and the damn place seemed to be getting darker. Before I knew what she was doing, she grabbed my hand and pushed it under her dress. I sucked in a breath of air and closed my eyes as I brushed my fingers across her lips. I quickly slipped one finger in, and she was soaking wet. I pulled my hand out, and she turned around and looked at me.