The Wanted Short Stories(24)
Author: Kelly Elliott

I stopped dancing and glanced around the ballroom. “I don’t know. Maybe they snuck off to have sex.”

“Yuck. Gross. Man, I didn’t need that image in my head, Ari.”

I chortled as I grabbed his hand and walked back to the table. Jeff pulled out my chair, and slid it in for me and then took a seat next to me.

I leaned over and whispered, “As soon as we find them, I’ll tell them we’re leaving.”

“So, Arianna, your mother tells me that you and your husband own a breeding business.”

I smiled at the slutty-dressed woman sitting across from me. She couldn’t have been much younger than me, and her breasts had been fighting with her dress all night.

“Yes, we do. We’re also partners in Cattle Company as well.”

Her eyebrows rose slightly as she looked over at Jeff. The way she eye-fucked him caused me to roll my eyes.

“Cattle as well? I’ve always wanted to see how a cattle ranch is run.”

Jeff smiled politely. “It’s just a bunch of cows grazing in fields most of the time.”

She laughed, and her breasts began fighting to escape her tight dress. She began running her fingertips lightly across her chest, right above her cleavage.

What. A. Bitch. Hello? Wife is sitting right here.

Jeff reached for my hand and looked at me as he gently kissed the back of it. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

I smiled because I knew what he was doing. “Yes, more than once.”

He leaned over and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.” I got lost in his green eyes.

“Arianna, do you work outside the home?” the bitch asked.

Without pulling my eyes from Jeff, I answered, “No. I help run the breeding business, and I train horses as well.”

“Oh my. Do you have any children?”

I pulled my eyes from Jeff and looked over at her. Why is she being so chatty and asking a million questions? “Yes. We have a son, Luke, and a daughter, Grace.”

Her smile faded a bit. “I see.” She stood up and leaned down toward her date. She said something to him and then looked back at me. “Excuse me, won’t you? It was a pleasure talking with you both.” She looked at Jeff and winked. “Good luck with all those horses and cows.”

He nodded his head and smiled. “Enjoy your evening.”

I watched as she walked away.

My mother walked up and placed her hands on my shoulders. She leaned down to kiss me on the cheek. “Ari, dear, I’m exhausted. Your father and I are heading back to our hotel. Would you and Jeff like to have dinner with us tomorrow evening? We leave early the next morning.”

I turned to her and smiled. “We’re leaving then, too. Dinner with you and Daddy tomorrow would be great.”

Jeff stood up and then reached for my hand to help me up. We followed my parents out of the ballroom and to the street.

My father looked at me and grinned. “If you don’t want to your hotel yet, your car will take you anywhere y’all want to go.”

“Thank you, Daddy, but Jeff and I are both exhausted. I think we are heading back to the hotel.”

My father looked over at poor Jeff and glared at him.

I let out a giggle. “Daddy, stop being so mean to the love of my life.”

He let out a gruff noise. “Dinner tomorrow evening around seven?”

“Sounds good, Daddy. Good night, Mom. Sleep well.”

“Good night, sweetheart,” my mother said. She kissed me on the cheek and then kissed Jeff.

My father reached out and shook Jeff’s hand. “Good night, Jeff.” He turned and gave me a hug as he whispered in my ear, “I see how much he loves you, and it warms my heat. But I will never let the little fucker know that.”

He pulled away as I started laughing.

“Night, Daddy.”

Jeff walked up and opened the door to our car, and I practically crawled inside. I was beyond tired. I just wanted to go back, take a hot shower, and go to sleep.

Jeff slid in next to me. “The Brown Hotel, please.” He looked at me and asked, “What did your father whisper to you?”

I giggled. “He told me that he sees how much you love me, but he would, and I quote, ‘never let the little fucker know that.’”

Jeff’s mouth dropped open. “Why? Why does he like to torture me?”

I shrugged. “You’ll probably do the same thing to some boy when Grace starts dating.”

Jeff looked forward. “I won’t have to because Grace will never date—ever.”

I smiled as I snuggled up next to him, and then I began drifting off to sleep.

I felt Jeff lifting me as he took me out of the car. I lifted my head to see that he was carrying me into the hotel.

“Baby, I can walk,” I said with a sleepy voice.

“Shh…I’ve got you.”

I buried my face into his neck and took in his heavenly scent. He looked so handsome tonight, and as much as I wanted to make love to him again, I could hardly keep my eyes open.

Jeff somehow managed to open the door to our hotel room with me in his arms. He walked up to the bed and gently laid me on it. He gently removed my right high-heel shoe and began massaging my foot.

“Mmm…feels so good,” I mumbled.

He repeated the process with my left foot. Then, he reached for my hands and pulled me up. He began unzipping my dress. He pushed the dress down some and then began kissing along my neck. He moved down to right above my breast.

He whispered, “Sit down and lie back, Ari.”

As I lay back, I lifted my hips so that Jeff could pull my dress down. He quickly took the dress off of me, and he licked his lips as he took in my body. The only thing I was wearing now was an ivory lace push-up bra.

He ran his fingers along the bra and then down my cleavage as I closed my eyes. My whole body felt like it was on fire. He rolled me to the side just a bit, and after one of his movements, my breasts sprang free, and I let out a moan of relief.

He tossed the bra on top of my dress on the floor. He cupped both breasts and began massaging them. I could feel my whole body relaxing. My eyes grew heavier, and I tried like hell to focus on Jeff.

He gave me a crooked grin and whispered, “Go to sleep, baby.”

I tried to respond, but all that came out was a, “Hmm…”

I closed my eyes and felt Jeff getting up from the bed. I could hear him taking his tux off, and then he made his way to the bathroom. I thought about how wonderful the last few days had been, and I still had two more days of nothing but Jeff, horses, passionate sex, and shopping.