The Things We Crave

Chapter Eleven

The racecourse includes tires, poles to weave through, a tunnel of streamers, and a low hanging net where the guys would have to bend at the waist to get under to get to the other side. Catherine is filled with excitement as everyone gets ready to go. The tension is built, the men are on their mark chomping at the bit. The horn blows, Vincent takes off.

White and gold balloons are scattered randomly throughout the course. Catherine snatches the strings as they blaze by them. Vincent picks up his feet high as he makes it through the tires first. Brad is not far behind. Brad makes it to the pole before Vincent, but Tammy misses a bunch of balloons, where Catherine gets everyone. They whip and dance as they thunder towards the tunnel. Catherine shortens the strings as they reach the mouth of the tunnel.

Streamer tickle her face and neck as they pass through, both her and Vincent laugh and carry on, their voice bouncing off the clear plastic. They can hear Brad and Tammy’s laughter close behind. She can feel her heartbeat with the adrenaline as they were close to the finish line. Vincent was breathing hard but still going strong, he was determined to beat Brad. He has always been competitive with his best friend.

In one flowing motion, Vincent swings Catherine around him so they were face to face. Catherine squeals at the move then hooks her ankles and hugs his neck. He cups both back cheeks and snickers in her ear as he stoops under the net. She hangs from him like a monkey trying to stay close to his body to give room for his legs to move. She looks over Vincent’s shoulder to see Brad doing the same to Tammy. She noticed Tammy only had three balloons, Catherine has seven.

She expected Vincent to swing her back to his back. What actually happens surprises the hell out of her. He threw her over his shoulder and spanks her backside hard. All Catherine could do was laugh hysterically as she grips the back of his shirt making sure not to lose a single balloon. Brad kept Tammy in front of him. Vincent and Brad are now neck and neck. Tammy leans back in time to cross the finish line before Vincent.

The spectators roar with whistles, clapping, and hoots. Vincent bends over grabbing his knees gasping for air. Catherine slips off and sits in the grass. She giggles while she looks up at him.

“I told you I was heavier than I looked. You okay?”

Vincent smiles down at her. Her cheeks are flush, and her smile makes his stomach flip. His eyes drop to her lips then into her eyes. He wanted to pepper her face with kisses and get lost in her arms, but he resists and plops down next to her laying down. He is still breathing heavy as he says,” You’re not heavy, I could carry you all day. I haven’t ran like that in years is all. I’m fine.” He stares up at the clear blue sky, he watches a jet leave a cloud behind it.

In a bold move, Catherine climbs on top of him, putting her hands on each side of his head. She looks into her eyes with mischief. He smirks and rises an eyebrow. “What are you up to, sugar?”

She flashes a seductive grin and racks her fingers down his chest. “I wonder if you’re ticklish.”

Before he has a chance to object, Catherine was poking his ribs and stomach. He let out a cackle of laughter as he fought to catch her hands. Once he successfully had a hold of her wrists, he rolls over so he is now on top of her. She struggles against his restraint all the while giggling.

He pins her hands to the ground. “My turn.”

“How can you if you have my hands?” Catherine asks coyly.

“Like this.” Vincent replies.

He bends down and put his face in the crook of her neck. He presses the tip of his tongue to her neck, licking, nipping, and kissing. Catherine explodes and laughs so hard tears fall. She wiggles and shrugs to stop the tickle torture.

“If you don’t hold still, I’ll take you right here in front of everyone.” He whispers.

It was an empty threat; he knew but she was grinding against him. His erection was so hard it throbbed. Kissing her neck didn’t help, and he loved her laugh.

Brad and Tammy walk up, Tammy snorts, “Get a room, geesh!”

“Maybe later, I caught my breath.” Vincent stands and helps Catherine stand. “We got seven balloons, did we get the most?”

“Yes. You won a bottle of wine.” Brad said with a wink as he handed it to Vincent.

The wine was an expensive brand that Catherin had never heard of. Vincent smiles as he looks over the bottle.

“Domaine Leroy Richebourg, 2009, nice. Did you get it?” he asks Brad.

“Yup. Now you better share with Miss Catherine. You know, later when you get a room.” Brad replies.

Catherine chuckles and covers her mouth while Tammy’s face turns sour like she sucked a lemon. To change the subject, Catherine asks, “So, when are you getting in the dunking booth? That’s the game I really want to play.” She rubs her hands together like a villain from a movie.

“In about thirty minutes. Don’t get lost this time. I’m counting on your tokens, Kit-Kat.” She says tucking a lose hair behind her ear. Then looking at Vincent she says, “Don’t be late.”

Brad and Tammy head inside to change their clothes leaving Vincent and Catherine alone.

“So, thirty minutes. What can we do with it?” Vincent asks suggestively.

“I can think of a few things. Follow me.” Catherine says.

She leads him inside to a secluded area in a hallway. He must have read her mind because once they rounded the corner, he pins her against the wall. He presses his body and lips to hers. A groan leaves his throat as her tongue beckons for access to his mouth. He grants her gladly slipping his own into hers.

His kisses her firm, deep, and hungry. Her lips are soft, plump, and takes like cherries. His hands explore her body while she has her fingers through his hair. He was so turned on he moans and rocks his hips, rubbing his erection against her thigh through their clothes. His hand finds their way into her panties. It’s not long before he’d knuckles deep inside, pleasuring her.

He kisses her neck as she moans softly in his ear. He wants so bad, but this isn’t the time or the place. When he took her, he wanted to get lost and not worry about time. This would have to do for now. Her grip tightens in his hair and her back arches. She buries her face into his chest to muffle her moan as she finds her release.

He pops his finger in his mouth with a grin. “You taste divine. I look forward to a better taste later.”

“I hope not too much later, you’re killing me, Vincent.” Catherine’s says as she fixes her clothes.

He pulls her so her back is against his chest. Kissing his way to her ear, he grabs her ear lobe with his teeth saying, “You have no idea what you do to me, do you sugar? When I finally get you to my room, I’m going to wreak havoc on your world. You won’t know which way is up and your mind will be blown. I told you not to tease me. Now you better give me the release I crave, you won’t regret it. I can promise you that.”

She reaches back combing her fingers through his hair stopping behind his neck. He moans and rolls his hips into her backside. She could feel every inch of his erection. She wanted him, bad.

“I have no intentions of backing out of anything. I can handle what ever you throw at me, Vincent. I want you, tonight. I’ll be there.” She says and turns around. “Make sure you have that bottle of wine waiting for me. I want you to drink it with me.”

“I look forward to it.” He said with a husky voice.

They left hand in hand to find the dunking booth. After they both dunked the bride and groom, they hit the dance floor. It was like a typical club setting; dark, strobe lights of different colors, with heavy bass and electric music. It was soon time for them to sneak off to his room. By then the s****l tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Once she was in his room, there was no backing out. She was nervous as hell but just as Lexie had promised, she was feeling a rush she had never felt before only when she was racing her bike. Oh, yes, she could do this. She was going to put her all in this s****l encounter like there was no tomorrow. Because, well… this is probably going to be her only time with this gorgeous man.