Chapter 32: Chapter 32

LANCE

The ride back to the hotel is pretty quiet. I can’t tell whether Wren is stunned or mad or both. Eventually, back in our room, I decide to come right out and ask her.

“Are you okay?”

She sighs while removing her shoes.

“I don’t know,” she says, and my heart sinks.

“Please, Wren, don’t let Emma ruin a perfectly good evening.”

“Were you ever going to tell me you had an engagement party there? Is that how you know Delia?”

I sigh and rub my face.

“I didn’t really consider it an engagement party. Emma’s parents surprised us by throwing a party there. They didn’t even invite my family.

“I spent the entire evening listening to Emma talk to her friends and show off her ring. Does that sound like a happy memory to you?”

Wren just blinks at me. I know she wants to be mad but doesn’t know why or at who.

“You have all this history here. Everyone knows all of your stuff. It just feels so...exposed, like we’ll be running into Emma and everyone who knew you as a couple forever if we stay.”

I sit next to her and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“We have to move on sometime. I want to move on with you,” I say. “Plus, it sounds like she’s at least trying to move on too.”

Wren snorts. “Yeah, right. I’ve heard more sincere apologies from death row inmates, Lance. She didn’t mean a word of it.”

“So, what? You want me to hate her forever? Don’t you think it’d be easier to just let it go instead of staying mad?” I ask.

Wren gets up and walks across the room with her arms folded.

“That’d probably be a lot easier if someone wasn’t planting poisonous snakes in my truck and cutting my brake line,” she says. She goes into the bathroom and shuts the door behind her.

I can’t blame her. Thinking about it from her perspective, I can see how strange this all feels.

Wren’s a private person who’s stepped into a very public situation. I just have to be patient with her. I can only hope these strange occurrences resolve themselves.

If Wren didn’t feel like her safety was in jeopardy, I doubt she’d have such an issue with Emma. She really doesn’t seem like the jealous type.

I hear the shower start to run and decide to get into bed. She’s still in the bathroom when I fall asleep.

***

The next day, I wake up to find Wren is not next to me. I sit up and look around, but don’t see her in our room. The bathroom door is open and the light is off so she isn’t in there either.

Panic starts to rise in my chest as I get up and throw some clothes on. I pick up my phone and only see a few texts from my mom with photos of Puck and Jeremy.

Just then, I hear the key card beep and the door swings open. In walks Wren with coffee and a small brown bag.

“Shit, Wren, you scared me! Where were you?!”

She looks taken aback. “I went to get us bagels and coffee, to apologize for last night?” She looks confused.

I stride up to her and hug her. “I’m sorry, I just worried you’d left or something happened,” I say, waiting for my heart rate to go back down.

“I didn’t mean to worry you,” she says. “I just kinda felt like an asshole. You went to all the trouble last night and... Well anyway, here’s a bagel and some coffee.”

I take everything out of her hands and set it on the table. Then I turn back to her and hug her tightly.

“We still have a few hours before check out,” I say as I pull back.

Wren lifts one eyebrow. I put my lips on her ear.

“What’s underneath your clothes?” I ask, and feel her shudder. I love the effect I have on her simply by whispering in her ear.

“The red set,” she says.

“Really?”

“Yes...sir,” she says, and looks up at me through her lashes. ~Oh fuck, she knows exactly how to rile me up~. I’m already hard in my pants and can’t wait to feel her around me.

I take her favorite blindfold out and slip it on her head. I unbutton her shirt and slide it off her shoulders. Her breasts sit perfectly in the bra and I’m literally throbbing at the sight of her.

I unzip her pants and slide them off her hips. I can hear her breathing deeply and know, if I check, she’ll already be wet. I take a rope out of my bag and tie her hands behind her back.

I push against her back and reach around her to put one finger in her mouth. She gives it a gentle suck before I take it out and gently rub it on her nipple in the cup of the bra.

I slip my other hand in the front of her panties and part her lips with two fingers. Her wetness instantly coats my fingers as they slide across her skin. She sucks in a breath.

Suddenly, her hands, still tied behind her, grab my dick through my pants and start rubbing. ~Damn, she knows exactly what I want.~

I take my hand out of her bra and guide her to the bed where I push her upper half over so she’s bent at a 90-degree angle.

I pull her panties to the side and push two fingers inside her from behind. She gasps. God, she feels amazing, even around my fingers.

I pump them in and out of her a few times then go back to rubbing her clit. She starts to wiggle and writhe though she can’t move much.

I know this turns her on more and it won’t be long before she can’t help but cum.

I undress and then get a soft, silicone vibrator I bought her for her birthday. I pull her panties down and push it inside her, then turn it on to pulse. She arches her back up and moans.

I take it out, all wet in her juices, and slide it up to her clit. She starts moaning louder and bucking her hips against me. I press it harder to her clit then slide it back down a few times.

I pull back just as I know she could peak and position myself at her entrance, sliding in inch by inch.

She turns her head to the side so I can see her pretty little mouth make a perfect “o” shape under the blindfold.

Once I’m all the way in, I slide out again. I grab her hips so tight she yelps and slam all the way into her.

“Oh, Lance!” she cries out.

I start pumping a little faster and a little faster as she wiggles underneath me, completely at my mercy. I love taking control and she loves giving it to me.

I pick up the vibrator again, pull her leg up on the bed so I can have access while still staying buried inside her, and press it to her clit again.

Once I know it’s in the right spot, I start thrusting harder and harder into her pussy. She feels amazing and I know I won’t be able to hold on for long.

She screams loudly as her orgasm rips through her. I feel her tighten around me and right then I give her ass a hard smack just in time for me to come undone.

I stay inside her as I empty, feeling like it’ll never be enough and I’ll always want her more.

I look down at her, blindfolded, drained, and breathless, unsure of what I will do to and with her next. I smile then, watching her wait in anticipation as I have all the control.

I untie one of her hands and flip her over so she’s on her back.

“May I take my blindfold off?” she asks.

“You may not,” I say. She bites her bottom lip and shudders again. I’ve never seen a woman love being told no as much as she does, and it practically gets me hard instantly.

I move her to the middle of the bed where I tie all of her limbs to the four-poster bed.

“We have ninety minutes before check out,” I say. “I hope you’re ready to use every single one.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers. “Always.”