The Virgin Duet(28)

I feel Rebecca stiffen beside me, and I realize she remembers Dedra from the coffee shop that day and how I talked badly about her. I know I explained my side of the story, but I’m sure this is uncomfortable.

“Don’t I know you?” Dedra asks and tilts her head to the side. “Although I’m sure it’s impossible, judging from your language.”

I open my mouth to defend Rebecca, but she beats me to it. “Yeah, I banged my knee like a son of a bitch on that curb outside. You know how clumsy kids can be. Speaking of, Daddy, I need to go potty. I’ll be right back.” She leans up and gives me a quick kiss on my open mouth and then turns to go to the bathroom.

I stand there shocked, but then I start to laugh. There’s my Tink.

“What did she just say?” Dedra asks, outraged.

I look over and see she’s got a shocked look on her face and I wish I’d taken a picture. Then I see Charles watching Rebecca walk away and he’s got a lecherous look on his face. It turns my stomach just wondering what he’s thinking, and I react.

I grab the lapel of his tux and he whips his head around in shock. I get in his face so only the two of them can hear me and I grit my teeth. “Don’t get any ideas about my girl. And the next time your wife tries to embarrass her, I’ll tell everyone in this goddamn room how much you love it when she puts on a strap-on and f*cks you while you’re wearing a dress. Or did you forget I walked in on that?” His face turns white, and I hear a small gasp from Dedra. “Yeah, I didn’t think you did. I’ve just been kind enough not to mention it until now. You both keep away from her and from me. We don’t have anything left to discuss.” With that I let him go and make my way through the crowd to find my fairy.

On the way to the bathroom Chelsea stops me. “She’s in the bathroom. She was crying but I think she’s okay now. I called a car for myself, and it’s on the way. I suggest you get Becs home. She needs you.”

“Done,” I say, and start to walk away. Before I get two steps I turn around “Oh, and thank you, Chelsea.”

“You kidding me, right? One day, I’ll expect you to return the favor when my Prince Charming arrives.”

“Will do.”

After I finally get to the bathroom, I see Rebecca exiting at the same time. I reach for her as she reaches for me and we run our hands all over each other. It calms my anger and anxiety further and I lean down to kiss her lips softly. “Let’s get out of here.”

“You read my mind,” she says, and grabs my hand, pulling me behind her through the crowd and out the front door. The limo is out front and I look around to see where Hank is. I spot him across the street putting Chelsea into the car she called for.

I’m glad he walked her out. I start to call him back over to take us home when I see him lean down and kiss Chelsea.

“Plot twist,” Rebecca says on a giggle and I look down at her and smile.

“Yeah, I didn’t see that coming.”

“I like her.”

“I like you,” I say, and lean down and kiss her again. We are lost in the moment when I hear a throat clearing, and I see Hank is back by the limo, opening the door for us. That’s his discreet way of telling us to quit making out in public.

“So, Hank, kissed anyone goodnight lately?” Rebecca asks and a blush blossoms on his cheeks. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the man look so sheepish, and I try to help him out.

“Get in the limo, Tink,” I say, and help her in the car before Hank has to answer.

I get in myself and he shuts the door behind us. What he and Chelsea have going on is none of our business.

Once we are enclosed inside the limo I raise the glass between us and Hank. We’re completely alone back here and I intend to make my fairy squirm. I look over at her and I feel the need to get my Tinkerbell dirty.

Taking her off-guard I lunge at her and pick her up. I feel the motion of the limo as I toss her to the bench and lay her down the long seat on one side. I lay my body fully on top of hers and look down into her big eyes. I’ve taken her by surprise, but by the reaction of her body, she’s excited.

“You have a dirty mouth, don’t you, Tink?” I say, and move down to bite her collarbone. Her strapless dress has left her skin exposed and I aim to take advantage of it.

She moans as my teeth find her skin, and I feel her heartbeat speed up.

“You do, don’t you, Tink? You’ve got a filthy mouth and you don’t care, do you?” I press my teeth against her a little harder and then lick the mark to ease the pain.

She moans again when my tongue touches her and then she tries to talk. “I don’t give a f*ck about any of those people,” she says, and grinds her hips against my erection.

I won’t punish her sexually, because I don’t want to be the monster my father was, so I have to be careful when I do this.

“I think we need to wash that dirty little mouth of yours out with something so you learn your lesson.”

I sit up and start to undo my belt and dress pants.

“Bray, what are you doing?”

“I don’t have any soap on me, so I guess my cum will have to do.”

“You’re going to wash my mouth out with cum?” she asks, and I nod my head.

Her eyes go wide, yet she licks her lips in invitation. I crawl up her body and put my knees on either side of her shoulders. The limo seat is wide enough to accommodate us for what I have planned.