Broken Ex-Bully by Victoria Pinder
5
Chloe
I held Renzo’s hand and forgot myself. In the chapel, people had seen us kissing, and my mouth still quivered. In a few minutes, the couple would arrive, and the wedding would start. But I was all nerves and quivering with needs I didn’t understand.
Renzo found a door and checked inside. We didn’t have much time. “In here.”
A closet would have been fine as a place to make out in for a few minutes, but as I stepped in, I saw counters and chairs and guessed that this was the bride’s or the groom’s pre-wedding chamber.
Tension ratcheted up my spine, and I shook my head. “I’m sure this is for someone in the wedding.”
He flipped the lights off and locked the door. My heart hammered. He said, “I just want a moment alone, without prying eyes.”
I nodded and held my breath, and tingles rushed through me as those sexy lips of his came closer. Then I pressed my hand to my heart. “Me too.”
He wrapped his arms around me and claimed another life-altering kiss. He tasted like heaven. I forgot everything else except his hands on my hips.
Between kisses, he said, “Sit here.”
I let out a sigh and sat down on a chair. “I planned to avoid you, but now I can’t get enough.”
“Likewise.” His lips melded with mine.
I sighed as his skin on mine woke up every cell. “Don’t stop.”
His hands inched up my dress. I kept my legs around him and held his head. I didn’t care. I was his. I wanted him. Always.
He reached behind me and unzipped my dress. I touched his powerful chest and gazed at him. He said, “Should we wait till after…?”
“Don’t tease.” I swallowed a protest that might ruin the moment and curled my hands in his short hair. “I want you.”
He unzipped my dress and only stopped making out with me when his lips went lower. My neck trembled. He sucked on my nipple, and I moaned.
His lips curved into a smile. “You like that?”
This was magic. I was his. “Damn.”
“I thought so,” he said and continued sucking on my nipple.
I arched to let him. He was the only man I’d ever wanted like this. An urge inside me grew.
His fingers tugged off my panties, and my heart raced. This was it.
He teased my core. “What about this?”
He'd found my on button. I could hardly see. I was trembling and aching to be his. I breathed fast. Then he unzipped his pants. I gazed down. His cock was bigger than I’d imagined.
As a nurse, I’d seen flaccid, nonthreatening dicks, but now I understood what a hard one looked like.
Damn.He slid into me, and I was ready. I closed my eyes and let the wave of pleasure settle. “Oh my…”
I’d read that the first time there might be pain, but that wasn’t me. I lost my ability to think. It was like I’d died but my body continued thrusting and aching with desire.
My mind was far away, in a dream, but I held on as an orgasm started.
A knock on the door caught us both off guard, and he stopped as a voice asked, “Is someone in there?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but he squeezed my hand and said, “Shh.”
True. He was still inside me, and I didn't want anyone coming in. Renzo continued pushing inside me, and I lost myself. My climax came as his did, and I was a bundle of nerves that quivered with happiness.
It was short-lived as we heard the door jiggle. We jumped up, and I fixed my dress. He pushed my panties into his tuxedo pocket. As the doors opened, I saw that my lipstick was all smeared on his cheek.
I hid behind his shoulder as he said, “Thank you for opening the door. We got locked in.”
A man’s voice said, “Right.”
Renzo put his arms around me, but I kept my head down. He led me out, saying, “We’ll head back to our seats now.”
I wiped his cheek and hoped my lips and eyeliner hadn’t been destroyed. We passed a mirror in the hall, and I dabbed and cleaned my face. He stood behind me and ensured that no one saw me. I squeezed his arm, and we took our seats. But nothing we did changed the fact that I smelled like him.
As the music started, and everyone’s eyes went to the door, I whispered, “We shouldn’t have.”
He kissed my hand. “Yes, we should have.”
I saw the groom’s family standing and patted his chest. “No. Look, let’s just be friends. Go sit with your family.”
He shrugged. “I want to stay with you.”
One of his brothers waved for him. I refused to destroy their family. “We’ll see each other at the reception. Go sit with your brothers for now.”
He didn’t blink. “Chloe—”
“Go.” We never should have done this. I took his hands to my chest and said, “I’ll be okay. I’ll be right here.”
He kissed my cheek. “I’ll find you in an hour.”
“Goodbye,” I said and knew this was the last time we’d ever be together. Our lives were too different and always would be.
