The Starkest Truth (A Breaking Insanity Novel Book 2) by Courtney Lane Read Free Book Online Page B

fit and flare dress.  
    I didn’t think it was tradition to wear black to a wedding. Not that I knew, because the only wedding I attended was my own. But Casper’s wedding to his partner was supposed to be anything but traditional. He required all of the women to wear black and the men to wear black on black suits. He and his partner were the only ones allowed to dress in the color white.

    THE INSTANT WE REACHED the lobby, the walls began to close in. Eric slipped his hand into mine, bringing me a slight tinge of comfort. Without much of a sound, the silicone pressed against my clitoris started to vibrate.
    “Eric!” A woman in a low-cut black sheath dress, perfectly applied barely-there makeup, and looking very much like Eric’s type—before he met me—waved her hand in the air and approached us.
    To prevent revealing the fact that I was completely sexually aroused, I focused on my breathing pattern with a steadfast determination.  
    She threw her arms around him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. A surge of jealousy manifested into a searing fire at the back of my neck.  
    He must’ve known what I was thinking in that moment. The vibration of the toy increased, generating my suffering for my unspoken thought.
    “It’s been so long, hasn’t it?” she asked, patting his chest with a smile I wished could’ve erased from her face. “I heard you moved to upstate New York. How can you deal with the snow?”
    “Western New York, technically. You get used to it.” Eric turned to me. “Nikki, this is Ashley. We went to high school together in Austin.”
    “N-not another one,” I grumbled.
    Narrowing his eyes at me in reprimand, he was able to increase the vibration despite any sudden movements.  
    I squeezed my legs together and stifled a moan.
    “Are you okay, Nikki? You look a little…” Ashley dangled her hand in the air and wiggled it back and forth.
    “I’m fine,” I barely managed to get out. I was far from it. I was going to have an orgasm. I grabbed Eric’s defined bicep through is suit jacket and squeezed, telling him without a word to stop torturing me.  
    Leaning down, he pushed my hair over my shoulder, leaving his palm to linger at the back of my neck. Pressing his lips against my ear, he whispered, “If I want to make you come a dozen times tonight…you will come a dozen fucking times.”
    His threatening words exacerbated my peak. My nails dug into Eric’s bicep. My chin met my chest as I quickly lost control of my senses. I nearly buried my face against his arm. My legs buckled, and I pressed my lips together. The chill worked up my spine and pervaded my nervous system. With a quavering whimper, my climax took over every nerve-ending.  
    The aftershocks made my knees knock. I slowly looked up at Eric, whose grin deepened. “Good girl,” he purred against my forehead, gently kissing it before turning the toy off.
    “Oh!” Ashley beamed, moving her hand to her hip. “I know what this is about.” She looked at Eric and shook her finger at him. “I was told you continued to fall prey to the devil’s temptations.” She looked at me. “Don’t worry. I’m a godly and happily married woman.” She patted Eric’s arm. “It’s so good to see you happy. I’m so glad you turned your life around. I always told you, you deserved every bit of the happiness you had coming your way…” She continued her chatter and for a moment, I felt like I was inside a church. As she began to preach, she broke into an inspirational bible quote. She ended with, “I’ll pray for you both.”
    I looked after her path, slightly confused. “Is she…an actual pastor with a congregation? You’re friends with…a pastor?”
    “Needless to say, I’ve never stepped foot inside her church.”
    “The church would probably become swallowed by a sinkhole to hell the moment you did.”
    “We should get inside,” he said with a wide grin. “I am the best man after all.”

    THE GRAND BALLROOM WAS