I Do (Hate You) by Sienna Blake

James

Then…

 

 

Rhys and Vina’s wedding

 

 

Shell was hopping up and down on one foot trying to get her sliver of a thong over her high-heeled wedge sandals without falling over.

“Honestly, I don’t think anything that tiny is worth putting back on. Why don’t you leave it with me?” I joked, enjoying the view of her tight little ass as she bounced.

“It’s not your size,” she teased, squealing as she fell over again and on top of me.

“I don’t plan on wearing it, it would be more of a memory aid,” I said as I nuzzled her naked breasts.

“James, we shouldn’t,” she said. When I pulled my tongue from her nipple, she whispered, “Hey, come back here. I didn’t say we couldn’t.”

She straddled my lap and raised herself higher so her breasts were closer to my mouth. We’d gotten a little drunk and told Rhys and Vina that we were just going to walk back to their house and grab more of his private label whiskey for the wedding reception. That, of course, had turned into a blow job in their wine cellar which had turned into a quickie in the stairwell which I was hoping would turn into something else right here in this guest bedroom. I didn’t care what as long as it involved Shell. I could even go for a cuddle right now.

I changed my mind on the cuddling when she put her hand on my cock and stuck it between her thighs a few inches from her clit. Cuddling could come later. I seriously had to fuck this woman right now. I tried to push up into her, but she pulled away just enough to keep my cock tight between her thighs, a few centimeters from the promised land.

Fine. I could go slow. I wondered if she could.

I opened my eyes to see that she was looking at me. “What are you thinking?” she asked.

My first instinct was to talk dirty and my second was to be a smartass. I could tell by her expression that wasn’t what she wanted to hear. So I went with the truth.

“I was just wondering if you would ever date me? I mean, someone like me,” I asked, still moving slowly between her thighs.

Shell leaned over to grab a condom from the pocket of my pants and slid her thighs wide to expose my shaft. She talked as she ripped open the packet and put it on me.

“Date someone like you? You probably think what we’re doing right now is a date. This is just sex, and it is…” she let out a groan as she slid down onto me until I was deep inside her, “it is…un-fucking-real.”

We both came almost immediately. This time when she got dressed, she didn’t bother with the thong.

In fact, she tossed it over her shoulder at me. “Earlier when you said you wanted these for a ‘memory aid,’ what exactly did you mean?”

I just stared at her, not wanting to sound crass if she didn’t know what I meant.

“Do you mean you could look at them and think of having sex with me when you, um, masturbate?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled, thinking that it seemed funny when I said it earlier, but it felt pervy coming out of her mouth.

“See, right there! That is why I could never date you. Well, one of the reasons. You would rather just have my used panties and play with yourself than actually make a commitment. Typical James.”

She said it in such a breezy way while struggling to put her sundress back on that I wasn’t sure how serious she was or if I needed to explain myself. Instead, I focused on the other part of her statement.

“What do you mean, ‘one of the reasons?’” I asked.

“Huh?” she said from inside the depths of the maxi dress as I was struggling to get my own clothes back on.

“You said that was ‘one of the reasons’ you wouldn’t date me. What are the others?”

She poked her head out the top and announced, “Victory! I found the neck hole!”

After a few seconds of thought she returned to my question. “What are all the reasons that I wouldn’t date someone like James Kane? Well, you’ve called me a fling; you’ve shooed me out of a hotel room after sex…the list goes on and on. But you being so shitty to Vina when you stole that contract out from under her is probably at the top of the list. I don’t think I could ever actually go out with someone who was so into their job that they were willing to play dirty to get what they wanted. Do you know what I mean?”

“Of course,” I said, forcing a chuckle out. “I definitely wouldn’t date me. I have no idea why anyone else would.

“I know, right? But I’m on board with a dirty roll in the hay at a wedding, especially when I’ve had this much to drink,” she said, trying to pat down her wild waves. “Hey, give me a five-minute start before you go back out to the reception. If they see us come out of here with sex hair and wrinkled clothes, they’ll know exactly what we’ve been up to.”

“Of course,” I said, adjusting my tie in the mirror.

Shell came over and kissed me on the forehead. “You know, I really need to grow up and settle down. This whole sex with no strings attached used to be enough for me, but now I need something more. And that would free you up to find even more ladies. Win-win, I guess.”

She flitted out of the room without another word. Right then and there I made a vow to be a better man. I didn’t deserve her.

I hoped that I would someday.