The Choices Being Made (Book #2, Choices series)

20

"You invited her?!" Polly seethed at Michael.

"Absolutely not, Pol," Michael said as he watched his blonde ex approach his mother. "And I know mom wouldn't. At least not after that dinner."

Polly growled thinking about how that woman tried to get Michael back. She was relentless.

Polly knew Michael had to block her number and several burner numbers she used in her attempts to pursue him. Tess even showed up at his office after Christmas once she heard of the engagement.

"She just won't give up," Polly said shaking her head. "What is it going to take? We even got married for Christ's sake!"

"Ugh, don't look now but here she..." Mason started.

"Mike," Tess said as she walked up on them. "I hear congratulations are in order." Her voice definitely did not convey any celebratory tone.

Then she turned her cold eyes on Polly. "I see you got what you wanted. A hot, rich...stud," she sneered looking at Polly's stomach. "Sandra Mulligan and I play tennis together. Right here at this very club. You know her, right? Your baby-daddy's wife. She told me alllll about you and your slutty, entrapping ways..."

Polly's hand slapped the woman's face. She had just about enough of people projecting their bullshit on her. Ugh, and I hate when people call Patrick my baby's daddy. Vomit.

Polly looked at her stinging hand. And then at the mark it left on the stunned older woman's face. "You dried up, worthless old bitch! Don't you ever come sniffing him out again! You got that? You don't know me! You don't know jack shit. But what you should know is that he doesn't want you! You self-righteous, cradle-robbing, Botox-filled...bitch!" Fine, I called her a bitch twice. But dang it fits so well.

"Well I never! Especially at my own club! Helen and Walt will never be invited back, I swear..." Tess turned to stomp off with her hand to her face. Then she made the mistake of turning back toward them. "He'll get tired of you before you know it. You'll be a single mom again, but this time with several brats!"

Polly stepped toward the woman, "I swear to God, if you don't leave..."

"Tess, go," Michael growled as he took Polly and guided her out to the terrace to cool off. "You shouldn't let her get..."

"Oh, fuck you, too," Polly threw at Michael. "You just had to fuck some desperate hag that..."

"Quiet," Michael barked and he continued to guide her down the terrace to a hidden niche. He pushed her with just enough force to make her back hit the wall. "I don't want to hear another fucking word from your mouth unless it is my name. Got it?"

Polly knew the look he was giving her. She wasn't in a position to argue. And she definitely was not going to continue her verbal assault.

"Good girl," Michael said as he cupped her chin and tipped her head back against the wall. His lips were punishing against her mouth, while his hand began to force its way under the hem of her dress.

The cold brick of the building chilled her ire as his touch fueled her libido. She began to frantically grab at his pants, unbuckling and fastening to get to her prize.

Michael hitched up her knee so it rested on his hip. His hand that once was on her face, now grasped the small piece of material covering her center. And with one swift tug, her bridal panties were torn and on the cement terrace.

Polly moaned at the feral display while her hand entered his pants to stroke his cock. She felt his precum coat her fingers and she tried to free it with her other hand.

All the while, Michael was rubbing her clit and dipping into her pussy. Then he began to roughly finger her with two and then three fingers. She came on his hand, and he removed his fingers, sliding them back to to ass.

He circled her anus, and then slowly inserted his finger tip as she came down from her high.

His cock was now out, hard and heavy. Michael pushed his hips forward, causing Polly to abandon her efforts as there was no room.

Michael removed his probing finger from her ass. She gasped as it was removed. He then positioned his cock head at her pussy. "I'm saving that for our honeymoon, my little slut," he hissed in her ear.

Polly moaned at his words as his cock began to enter her, stretching the walls of her cunt. His cock brought an intense heat to her insides as he began to pump his hips.

Polly could feel the brick rub her shoulders, but she didn't care if her entire back was covered in abrasions. She needed to claim this man. Right here. Right now. In the open.

Polly's eyes flew behind Michael's head to see if they were alone. She just saw Mason's back as it looked like he stood guard.

Polly relaxed back into the manic thrusts, taking all she could. She kissed and bit his neck as her fingers laced through his hair.

His tuxedo made him look like a wealthy playboy spy. Like James Bond. And like James Bond, he had no qualms about getting off wherever and whenever he saw fit. Even at his own wedding reception.

The pounding continued as Michael pulled Polly's other leg to his other hip, her legs now wrapped around his waist. "I'm going to cum," he murmured against her neck. "Cum on my cock."

Polly moaned, "Don't worry about me, just cum. I need to feel you. I want it to drip down my leg. I want women like Tess know you are mine."

Michael growled deep in his throat. His jaw clenched and his movements became erratic as he chased his release.

Finally he came with a roar that did not consider their surroundings. It was enough to send Polly over the top, cumming like his movements demanded.

Michael put his weight on her, pushing her against the brick as his cock slowly slipped out bringing with it a deluge of slick cum. His cock painted her inner thighs with a coat of cum as it slid past her folds. The sensation sent a shiver up her spine.

"Cold?" He whispered not attempting to move.

"No," she shook her head. "But we better get back. We may be missed."

"Indeed," he said putting them to rights. "And if this ever happens again...that is the jealous ex lover shit...try a palm to the nose. I think the blood from the break may be more satisfying," he teased.

"If any more exes come for you, I'm letting them have you," she laughed as they left he alcove.

"Definitely worse," he chuckled.