Broken Dreams (Broken #2)(54)
Author: Kelly Elliott

“I want you, Reed.”

Oh, motherfucker, she’s good. Stay. Strong.

She pulled me down and put her lips up to my ear. “Now is one of the times I just need to be fucked…by my husband.”

I’d underestimated my wife.

Janet Jackson’s “If” started playing, and I knew I was toast. Courtney smiled as she grabbed me by the shirt and began walking off the dance floor.

Just stop your feet from moving, Reed.

She turned and looked over her shoulder, and the smile she gave me was my undoing. I looked up to see where she was going. I smiled when I saw she was leading us to a dark little nook by the restrooms at the back corner of the club. She turned and backed herself into the corner. She began moving her hands up and down her body while the beat of the song was pounding in my head.

She pulled me to her and yelled, “Now, Reed!”

I looked her up and down and decided right then and there that this girl had a power over me. I put my hand on the wall next to her head and placed my other hand on her thigh. She bit down on her lip and dropped her head back against the wall. I lightly brushed my fingertips up and down her thigh, slowly making my way up to the treasure that was waiting for me. She grabbed my hand and pushed it up. I slipped two fingers inside her and started working her.

Shit…she’s dripping wet.

I used my thumb and began my assault on her clit. She began thrashing her head back and forth, and I knew the moment she was coming when she clenched down on my fingers. I moved my fingers in and out faster as she brought her hands up and cupped her breasts.

Fuck it.

I pushed her around the corner of the nook and quickly unbuttoned my pants. I was thanking God that I had gone commando tonight. I lifted up her dress and pulled up her leg. She gave me a shocked look.

“Remember my goals, baby. I intend on making you happy, and if having sex in public will make you happy, then that’s what I’ll do.”

The beat of the song changed, and I slammed my dick into her, causing her to let out a scream. The music was so loud that there was no way anyone would hear her. She grabbed on to my arms and matched me thrust for thrust. It didn’t take me long at all before I felt the buildup.

I leaned down and said, “I’m gonna come, Courtney.”

We both began calling out each other’s name. She began squeezing my dick and taking every drop I was giving her. I pulled out quickly and dropped her leg as I pulled her dress down. She had her head leaning against my chest as she attempted to catch her breath. She leaned back against the wall, and I began buttoning up my pants as I looked around. I let out a laugh because not a single person was paying attention to us. I glanced back at Courtney. Her face was flushed, and she had the most beautiful smile on her face. The song stopped, and another immediately began playing.

She quickly said, “Oh. My. God. That was the hottest thing ever! That shit needs to go in a book!”

I laughed as the next song pounded its bass in my head. I grabbed her hand and walked down the hallway to the restrooms. I stopped at the ladies’ room and grinned at her as she pushed open the door and headed in. I fell back against the wall and ran both my hands through my hair.

Holy shit. I just had sex with my pregnant wife…in a club…in front of hundreds of people.

I looked down the hallway at everyone lost in their own little worlds, and I wondered if anyone had caught a glimpse of what Courtney and I had just done. The restroom door opened, and before I knew what was happening, some girl was pushing herself into me.

I quickly grabbed her and said, “What the fuck?” as I gave her a good push back.

“Oh, baby, come on. I saw the way you were looking at me. Ditch the blonde, and let’s go find somewhere to…play.”

The next thing I knew, she dropped out of my sight, and I saw Courtney standing there. She was looking down, so I followed her gaze. The girl was down on the ground, bitching about Courtney pushing her. I snapped my head back up and looked at Courtney, who used her index finger to motion for me to follow her. As we walked back out into the club, I took her hand in mine, and we made our way back to the bar. Layton and Whitley were standing there, attempting to talk to each other.

I leaned over and said in Layton’s ear, “I’ve got to get out of here, dude.”

He nodded and motioned to Whitley that we were leaving. As we left the club, both girls decided they needed food, so we headed out to find them something to eat. When we got outside, I took a deep, cleansing breath of mountain air.

Layton slapped me on the back and then grabbed me around my neck before pulling me off. “Where in the hell did you two go? We were looking everywhere for you. One minute, you were dancing, and the next minute, you were gone.”

I peeked over at Court. She was laughing at something Whitley was saying.

I never took my eyes off of her as I said, “I’ll fill you in later. I’m still trying to let it soak in.”

I looked at Layton, and he gave me a questioning look.

“Trust me, you don’t really want to know.” I made my way over to the rental car.

“Well, hell, now you’ve piqued my curiosity, dude!” Layton called out to me.

I sat there in the restaurant and watched Whitley and Courtney eat like they were starved. I just shook my head and smiled. The moment Whitley and Courtney got up to use the restroom, Layton went on the hunt for information.

“Spill it,” he said with a wink.

I rolled my eyes. “Trust me, dude. I don’t think you really want to know.”

He let out a laugh. “I’m pretty sure I want to know. Whitley was in an uproar when you two disappeared.”

I let out a sigh and said, “Will you drop it if I tell you? And you have to promise never to bring it up again—ever.”

He gave me his crooked smile. “You know me better than that. Spill it.”

“Fine. I said something to Court about driving up on you and Whit that day when you were getting it on in the truck. Court freaked that Whitley had never told her about it, and Court said she had to pay Whit back by having sex in a public place…a better public place.”

Layton’s smile quickly vanished, and it was replaced by a look of…terror.

I slammed my hands on my face and dragged them down. “Oh God…what did I do?”

“Holy motherfucking shit. You didn’t?” Layton whispered as he looked all around.

I looked around. “What are you looking at? It’s not like I had sex with her in here!”