Force Of Nature

Prologue

*Smut warning*

"Oh God. Yes...Right there." I moaned, bracing my hands against the wall of the coat room in front of me, my bridesmaid dress ruched up around my waist as I was pounded into from behind.

Was it bad that I couldn't remember his name? Probably, but he was too hot, and I was too drunk to care.

Brian... That's it. That's his name...I think... gripped both of my hips tightly, his fingertips digging into my flesh as he fucked me harder and faster. I would probably have marks later, but fuck it. He could mark me all he wanted. As many times as he wanted. Fuck. I was so close, and judging by the intensity of his movements, he was too.

I could feel my orgasm building and building, and the second his finger brushed against my clit, I exploded, waves of pleasure washing over me, my walls clenching tightly around him, prompting his own release.

"Brian" pulled out of me slowly, but held me up against him until my legs stopped quivering, and I was certain I would not topple over in my high heels.

What a gentleman.

As soon as he removed the condom and disposed of it in the wastebasket, he turned me around and I smashed my lips onto his, a heated, frenzied kiss. "Still wanna get out of here?" I asked breathlessly.

"My place or yours?" He asked with a grin.

"Yours, unless you feel like driving to Birmingham." I giggled.

"Mine it is." We straightened our clothes then he took my hand and led me to a waiting car.

I already couldn't wait to have him again.

2 hours earlier

Should I stay or should I go? It's not like I know anyone here anyway. I pondered to myself as I took a sip of my drink. I hate weddings. Too many happy, sappy people. I know that sounds bad, but I can't change how I feel. Besides, as much as I hate weddings, they always make me horny. Maybe that's why I hated them. Nothing sucks more than going home horny and alone.

I looked around at the lavish reception. My best friend Jules and her now husband Jacob had spared no expense. Probably why when they left earlier to catch a flight, they encouraged all of the guests to please stay and enjoy the reception. Maybe? I'll probably just finish my drink and go. Or not. No reason to let good whiskey go to waste.

"Can I get you a drink?" The raspy voice behind me startled me a bit. The question was a bit odd considering I had a nearly full drink already in my hand.

I turned around and was met by a pair of gorgeous blue eyes. Hmmm. He was cute. The hair was a little long, and the beard and mustache a bit much, but he had a really nice smile.

"Sure." I replied, downing my drink. He signaled to the bartender, who filled a glass with Maker's and handed it to me.

We made small talk as we downed shots of whiskey, but nothing deep and certainly nothing personal. That was fine with me. In fact, it was probably better that way. It's not like I'd ever see him again. Maybe I didn't have to go home, or rather back to my hotel alone.

"Would you like to dance?" I asked. The dance floor still had a few couples dancing. There were still people mingling about, despite the fact that the bride and groom had already left. It appeared that quite a few had taken them up on their offer to enjoy the reception.

"Sure." He replied, taking my hand and leading me out onto the dance floor.

One of my favorite songs by Cody Johnson was playing. I tilted my head back and smiled, leaning against my very hot dance partner and let the words of the song consume me.

Cause when you got nothing on
There ain't nothing wrong
Loving you all night long's all I wanna do
I've seen the mountains high
I've sailed the ocean blue
When you got nothing on
Ain't nothing got nothing on you

I was drunk, quite drunk to be honest, but for the first time in quite a while, I was actually enjoying myself. The company certainly didn't hurt. "I love this song. It's like the sexiest thing ever." I murmured, burying my face into his shoulder.

"I think you are the sexiest thing ever." He said in that same raspy voice that made me quiver.

I felt flushed to the core by his words. Heat consumed me. My insides clenched and I swear my panties literally melted off of me.

When his lips pressed against mine, literal sparks went off inside my head.

He smelled amazing. He looked hot as fuck and he tasted like forbidden sin. God I wanted more.

"I could say the same for you." I said, pulling his head to mine once again. The second his lips touched mine, I was done.

"Wanna get out of here?" He asked with a wicked grin.

"Yes. Just let me get my coat." I replied.

As I stood in the coat room, searching for my coat, I could feel his presence behind me as he stepped closer, and our bodies were flush against one another and a shiver ran up my spine as I felt him breathe against my neck. His hands were on my hips and I felt the warmth of his palms through the satin of my dress. His lips blazed a fire hot trail along the side of my throat and I felt a slight chill against my bare legs as he slowly began to raise my dress.

Why the hell not?

"Are you married?" I asked, my voice sounding breathy in my ears.

"No." He laughed.

"Good. Then fuck me and make me forget anyone else exists."