No Reservations (24 page)

Kate, wearing a gorgeous, short red dress laughed and hugged Leah, too. 'For what?'

'Al of it.' Leah waved a hand at the bal room. 'The trip.

The party. The suite.'

Kate smirked, it has been pretty damn great, huh?'

'Yes.' Leah sighed, searching the crowd for Brandon who'd gone off with Dix to find drinks, i'm going to marry him, Kate.' Kate raised a brow. 'Duh.'

Leah laughed and smoothed the skirt of the simple black dress she'd picked out earlier. Thigh high, strapless, spangled with the subtle gleam of iridescent black beads, the gown had looked like nothing on the hanger but fit her perfectly and made her feel like a goddess the way a good dress should. She shifted, feeling the whisper of her lace stocking tops against each other.

'What about you?' she asked pointedly. 'Have you and Dix figured out the housing situation?'

Kate nodded to the beat of the band on the room's far end. i'm moving in with him, wedding bel s to fol ow in October. Something simple. Not like your White Wedding extravaganza.'

'Hmmm, I'm not sure I can get away with wearing white,'

Leah said dryly, 'although I'm going to toss out a guess that it wil end up being quite a show.'

'You'l be OK with that?' Kate asked.

Leah nodded. 'Brandon wil do whatever I want, I know that. But... I know he'l want the whole thing. The church, the dress, the roast beef reception. Wel ,' she amended, thinking, 'maybe something classier than that. But yes, I think it wil be traditional.'

'Good," Kate said firmly. 'I'l practise my Chicken Dance. But I'm not doing the Macarena, so don't ask.'

Leah laughed. 'Oh, God. No.'

The crowd moved around them, a horde of fancy dresses and tuxes and pretty people drinking from champagne flutes. Yet even in the crowd, Leah had no trouble seeing Brandon and Dix cutting their way back from the bar, drinks in hand. 'We are two very lucky women,' she said. 'Dude, you know it.'

The women shared a high-five that morphed into the secret handshake they'd made up in eighth grade and could stil bring out when the occasion cal ed for it.

Breaking up into laughter, Leah added a hip shimmy.

Kate threw up rock horns with her fingers.

'I see you're behaving yourselves.' Dix pul ed Kate into his arms and kissed her soundly. 'My darling Kate, I brought your drink the way you like your man.'

'Fruity with an umbrel a?' she asked archly.

Strong enough to buckle your knees,' he told her.

Brandon handed Leah her glass as he moved behind her to pul her close. 'Margarita with salt.'

She felt the lump of his semi-erection and rubbed her ass against him, just a little, then turned to smile up at him. 'Thank you.' They moved together for a minute to the beat, but they were in the wrong place for dancing.

Too many people with drinks, and a little too far from the band. And Leah's stomach was growling. "Where's the buffet?' she asked Kate.

'Other room, I think. Hey, hey.' Kate slapped at Dix's roving hand, but not seriously enough to stop him. It's your fault for looking so delicious. Kate snorted. 'Do you want to eat?' 'I want to eat,' Brandon said matter-of-factly. Leah linked her arm through his. 'No surprise there.

They wove through the crowd and through the arched doorway to the smal er bal room, where a buffet of truly spectacular proportions had been arranged, along with a number of tables and booths close to both the food and the music. Ice sculptures, lights, platters and trays of food and drink, al laid out in true Vegas style.

Brandon let out a low whistle.

'Everything looks so good.' Leah studied the long tables set up with steam trays. 'C'mon, let's eat. I want you to keep your strength up. For later.'

She wiggled her eyebrows at him, and Brandon laughed. He got in line behind her. They both took plates, stil hot from the dishwasher, and moved along the line. Leah made careful choices. . . things that could be eaten with her fingers, smal portions. Brandon, on the other hand, loaded up with whatever he pleased.

Kate and Dix had fil ed their plates as wel . Now the four of them stood around, hands ful of food, while people al around them did the same thing. Al the smal tables on this side of the velvet rope had been taken.

'Screw this,' Dix said. 'Let's get one of those booths. I'm not standing around nibbling and getting stuff spilt on me.'

'That one's open.' Brandon pointed with his chin. 'We'l have to get bottle service.'

'Worth every fucking penny,' Dix said. 'Ladies, after you.'

'I could get used to this,' Leah said from inside the booth as the waiter brought them a bottle of champagne, the music started, and everyone around them who didn't have a VIP table had to juggle plates and glasses.

Brandon dug into his pile of food but shot her a grin and nudged her knee with his under the table. 'Too bad there aren't any bagels.

Leah reached to squeeze his knee and watched his grin get a little strained, though the humour stayed in his deep-brown eyes. 'That is truly tragic'

The jazz trio playing in this bal room was great, but not quite loud enough to cover up the occasional throb of music from the two connecting bal rooms. Even so, the booth shielded them enough to al ow them conversation without having to shout, the food was great and the champagne flowed. It wasn't long before Kate and Leah were giggling over their own conversations while the men discussed stuff that had measurements and scores and point spreads and God knew what else.

Kate shifted in her seat to the upbeat tempo. 'Charles, I want to dance.'

'And I, darling Kate, want to see you shake that sweet --'

Kate stopped him with a kiss. 'C'mon, before I give in to another plate of pasta or a piece of cheesecake.' She turned to Leah. 'Are you coming?'

Leah looked at Brandon, who was stil eating. 'Umm ...

in a little while.' Brandon laughed but didn't put down his fork. 'I'l be done soon.'

Dix shook his head. 'Christ, kid.'

Kate took him by the hand and pul ed him from the booth, cal ing oyer her shoulder at Leah, 'Weil be in the electronica bal room, OK? Text me if you can't find me.'

'Have fun.' Leah watched them go, then leant to drag a finger through the raspberry sauce on Brandon's plate of chocolate cake. She touched the tip of her tongue to it, then offered it to him. 'Yum.'

He took her fingertip in his mouth and sucked gently in a way that sent tendrils of pleasure unfurling al through her. 'Mmmmm.

Leah's hand slipped under the table and cupped the bulge at his crotch. 'Mmmm.'

Brandon pushed his plate away and kissed her. i'm done.'

'Ah ah,' Leah said, id hate for you to miss out on something good. You should finish.'

His breathing quickened as his tongue swept hers and he pul ed back just enough to murmur, 'This is better.

Leah sat back against the booth's high leather seat.

She stroked him idly as they kissed, interrupted only by the waiter asking if they wanted another bottle. Since the one they had was only half gone, she shook her head. Brandon fil ed her glass, then his. 'Good stuff.'

She rubbed his cock again. 'This is better.'

His tongue wet his mouth. He was hard under her fingers, and she took mercy on him. It had to be uncomfortable. But when she tried to withdraw her hand, he made a noise of protest.

i can't get you off right here,' Leah said into his ear as she added a nibble that made him shiver, it would make a mess and would be uncomfortable for you. Real y. It's for your own good.'

He groaned. 'Leah . . .'

'On the other hand,' she told him, 'you can certainly use your hand on me.'

Brandon laughed and as the jazz trio struck up another song, a singer joined them. Her slow, sultry crooning was the perfect background for him sliding his fingers up her thigh and past the lacy stocking tops, to stroke her clit through her panties. 'Like this?'

She nodded and settled back against him, facing the stage so she could watch the show. Most of the other people were stil too busy eating and drinking to pay attention to the singer, who looked every inch the part of a 1930s blues singer, right down to the flower inher hair.

Leah didn't know the words to the woman's song, but the music flowed over her, sweet and slow and sensual, a total ear-fuck.

Brandon's hand moved slowly, too. Fingertip barely circling. Anyone walking by would see a couple intent on the performance, not a man with his hand between a woman's legs. Making her come. Not that she was close, anyway. Not yet.

Brandon knew how to ease her into it, keep her humming. He paused every few strokes. His breath heated the back of her neck and his lips traced her ear.

Her nipples stood out, sharp, hard points, inside her gown. Leah arched slightly, pressing herself back against his cock.

'You're so fucking sexy,' he murmured in her ear as his fingers moved again. He shifted to dip inside her panties and find her slick arousal. Her cunt clenched and Leah bit back a moan, i want to put my fingers in your pussy and feel how hot you are.'

God, she loved it when he talked dirty. It made her mindless. Made her want to writhe, to sink down on his prick and ride him. Instead she kept stil , opening her legs to let him get inside her as far as he could the way they sat.

Brandon took her clit between his thumb and finger and rol ed it gently, then tugged. Just once, then again.

Stopped. Her muscles quivered and her hips tilted, just a little, pressing herself towards his hand. A couple, drinks in hand, stood just a foot or so away from the table to watch the show. Leah could hear every word of their conversation and knew without a doubt they'd be able to hear her if she cried out.

So fucking beautiful' Brandon tugged her clit again and waves of desire broke over her. i can feel you getting so tight, every muscle. I want to make you feel so good you come al over my hand.'

Leah's hips rocked as she clenched internal muscles but barely moved anything else. Her fingers bore down on his arm, squeezing. Brandon chuckled into her ear, the heat of his breath sending a chil through her. She felt feverish, more than a little tipsy, drunk not on champagne but on his love. On this pleasure, gained from his hand, his fingers, from the sigh of his breath on her skin.

Brandon tugged her clit, then stroked. She was so wet his fingers slid over her without skidding or catching. He pinched her clit again between his thumb and finger and held it without moving.

Her heart beat heavily in her ears, in her throat, and in her clit. The pounding of her blood felt as though it pushed her against his fingers. Her inner thighs trembled. She tasted sweat on her upper lip. His pinch loosened and the sudden lack of piessure nearly sent her over, but then he took her clit again and she bucked.

The man next to their table looked over brow furrowed.

Leah froze, eyes on the singer who was now moving her hips in sensual circles Brandon echoed with his fingers. Leah held her breath until spots danced in front of her eyes, then let it out. Do you want to come?' he asked her, voice low so only she could hear.

Leah didn't trust her voice to answer. Nor could she nod, tense and stiff as she was with waiting for her body to take over and send her soaring. Brandon's laugh tripped up and down her body. He worked her clit a little bit harder until she gripped his arm so tightly she was sure she'd bruise him even through the thickness of his tux jacket.

Should I make you come?

Waiting for her to give him permission. How he was holding her off, Leah couldn't tel . Everything in her strained towards release. She didn't think she could have stopped herself, but something held her back.

Kept her from tipping. Each infinitesimal stroke pushed her closer and closer, but she wasn't coming. Not yet.

She didn't tel him she wanted to come, though al she could think about was sinking onto his thick, hard cock and riding him until they both exploded. She couldn't make out the singer's words any longer -- could hear'

the woman's voice but simply could not decipher the words. Everything had narrowed to the hand between her legs. Leah relaxed, she had to. Had to breathe in, deep. Had to let her body's tension ease a little, else this tension start to hurt.

Brandon's fingers moved expertly on her, and every time she skated to the edge, he eased off. Leah let her head fal back, onto his shoulder. He kissed her cheek.

She shifted on the seat and went with the overwhelming pleasure.

'Now,' she said. 'Oh, God, Brandon. Now.'

Or maybe she didn't speak. Maybe he just knew. But at that moment his pace quickened, just enough. His fingers tweaked and stroked and eased her into orgasm. Her body shook with it, though she did her best to keep stil . He cupped her cunt, the heel of his palm pressing her clit.

Fuck, yes,' he said into her ear. T can feel you coming

..."

The tremors subsided, but she wasn't finished. Hel , no.

Leah shifted to look at him and caught her breath.

I want to fuck you,' she said.

Now?' :Now.:

He looked around at the table, and the crowd. 'Leah ..."

She gripped his hand, already sliding out of the booth, going God knew where. 'We'l find a place.'

Dix couldn't tear his eyes from her ass. More specifical y, the way the hem of that short red dress fluttered up, showing the tantalising strip of skin on her upper thighs, just below the curves of her ass cheeks.

Kate was so unbelievably sexy. He loved it when she dressed up like this. Her hair was down and styled to look like she'd tumbled from bed. Big curls tousled around her face accented her eyes and that mouth.

The dress fit her like a second skin except for that little flounce at the hem which al owed for the fabulous show of leg. Shoes, delicate and very high, wrapped around her feet, giving her about three inches of height and the toes matched the same red as the dress, her fingernails and the slash of luscious colour on her lips.

The song told him to shake his tambourine and get a whistle but he only wanted to blow one thing and it wasn't a whistle. He licked suddenly dry lips as she lost herself in the music, her hips switching back and forth, those juicy tits bouncing just enough to make him harder than he'd been for at least an hour.