by Karen Renee
Gabe shook his head. “Fuck that. I think a trip to Jacksonville is in the cards. Apparently that’s where the hot chicks are at.”
At this point I felt two warm hands on my shoulders and heard Warren say, “My boy, there are plenty of hot chicks in the sea.”
He came around me and got a good look at me in my get-up, and added, “However, even if this makes me sound like a dirty old man, if I were twenty years younger I think I’d give all of you a run for your money with either of these two beauties. Lucky for all of you, I found the most beautiful woman in Orlando to be mine.”
“Good save, Warren,” Marnie said from behind us.
She came to his side. When she saw me and Mallory, she said, “Don’t you two girls know it’s rude to upstage the bride on her wedding day?”
Warren gave us all a strange look and then said, “How about a triple wedding?”
Mallory blurted, “Say do what?”
Warren gave her a wicked smile, “You both look good enough‒ beyond good enough‒ to get married today. Would be pretty damn awesome to get married alongside my oldest son and a man I’ve thought of as another son for well over six years.”
Mallory and I looked at one another, and I suspected my expression looked much the same as hers. Seeing her scared-shitless expression, I couldn’t help but burst out with a belly-laugh.
When I had my mirth under control, I gave Warren a piercing look. “With all due respect, sir, you’re not just crazy, you’re fucking insane! I’m not getting married today, and whenever I do get married, you can bet your ass you’ll be walking me down the aisle of a big-ass church to a man wearing a tux.”
Warren shot me a devastating smile. “Mark my words. These boys will make honest women of you both yet.”
Mallory was still blushing fiercely. “Maybe I should go put on my constellation dress instead, so I’m not upstaging Marnie.”
Marnie’s brows furrowed, “There are two words I never thought I’d hear side by side, a ‘constellation dress?’ No, you look perfect. Let’s get this show on the road.”
As we all moved to the front door, I heard Cal say to Mallory in a low voice, “Can I find your Big Dipper while you wear the constellation dress later on?”
*** ***
“What the fuck? No bra, Rainey?” Cary asked after he took my left nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. His hands drove up under my dress, and grabbing my ass cheeks, he picked me up, slamming me into a concrete wall.
Almost groaning, he asked, “No panties either?”
When he lifted me up, I had instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, and now we were eye-to-eye with one another. I looked into his eyes, which were drilling into mine. “Of course I’m wearing panties. It’s my Victoria’s Secret thong.”
He blew a breath out of his nose and his lips tipped up slightly, then his right hand found the strap of my thong and he snapped it. Hard. I was already drenched with need for him, because he had been rubbing my leg under my dress the entire ride to the courthouse and copping a feel of me whenever he thought nobody was looking. The snap of the underwear against my ass caused me to cry out in surprise. I was assuming this was phase two of his punishment for me.
My surprised cry echoed in the men’s restroom, which was where Vamp had dragged me after his father and Marnie were officially declared husband and wife. He had locked the door to the restroom to keep anyone else from coming in, and then he immediately untied the halter top of my dress, where he discovered my lack of bra.
My cry seemed to surprise Vamp, and he said, “You always liked it rough, baby.”
He was right, and he was wrong. I had liked rough sex with Vamp six years ago. He was good at a lot of things in the bedroom, and it was probably why he could make me come harder than any other man since him. However, it had been such a long time since I’d had rough, that I had convinced myself rough was not the thing for me. I didn’t intend to let him know any of that.
So, I fibbed. “Maybe that’s changed.”
“And maybe I’m homosexual,” he immediately returned, well aware of my bullshit.
“Well, you could be bisexual, for all I know,” I hedged.
He gave me two short shakes of his head, “No, Rainey. Not even a little bit. You and only you.”
Then his head dipped and he bit my collar bone, and he did that hard too. Then he laved it with his tongue, making sure the ball of his barbell tongue piercing rubbed it. I couldn’t control my moan, and it echoed around us.
His tongue left my skin, but then he dragged his bottom teeth up my collarbone, my neck, and right up to my ear lobe.
He whispered, “You want it rough, don’t you?”
I felt those words in between my legs and I involuntarily squeezed him with my legs. He nipped my ear lobe. “Gimme the words, Rainey.”
With a deep breath, I whispered, “Yes, I want it rough, honey.”
A triumphant smile ghosted his lips before he growled, “Good, because I won’t last long, and I gotta have you now, woman. Hang on tight, baby.”
He lightly slammed me to the wall, and kissed me hard, wet, and vigorously. His tongue piercing always did things to me, but I felt like I could orgasm right now from his tongue in my mouth alone. My breasts suddenly felt fuller, and I couldn’t remember a time when I felt more aroused. My left hand went down to unbutton and unzip his jeans. His cock was straining against the slit of his boxers, and I nudged the fabric to the side, freeing him. Vamp pressed into me harder, and one of his arms left my ass to pull a condom from his back pocket. He tore it open with his teeth, grabbed the condom and spit the wrapper on the floor.
“Help me out, babe, so I don’t have to put you down.”
We both rolled the condom carefully over his pierced cock. Once that was done, he shoved the tiny panel of my thong to the side and plunged into me. Then he was true to his word: he took me rough, hard and fast against the wall of the men’s restroom on the third floor of the Daytona Beach Courthouse Annex. It wasn’t my classiest moment by any means, but it was probably one of the most deliciously satisfying. Somehow, we both climaxed at the same time, and our breaths were mingling as we rested our foreheads against each other.
I opened my eyes to see Vamp’s boring into mine, “Fuck, woman. If I could do it, I’d go back and kick my own ass a thousand times over for lettin’ you go. That was phenomenal, and we have a shitload of time to make up for. Is this the only dress you bought today?”
I nodded slightly, but said, “Yes, though there was another dress that I would have bought but I didn’t have time to try it on. It’s more retro than pin-up.”
Vamp’s hands gently lifted me up at my ass, and he set me on my wobbly feet. He moved to the sink to clean up, and said, “Buy it. You need money for it, I’ll buy it. Just be warned, I’m not done punishing you for this dress, though. I haven’t had nearly enough of my pin-up-girl Lorraine.”
Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it. No truer words were spoken where Vamp and that damn dress were concerned. I shook my head at him, then re-tied the halter and ran my hands down my dress to make it appear less rumpled, or, more accurately, a little less freshly-fucked-in. I looked into the mirror to check my makeup and hair, and let out a small giggle. There was nothing I could do with my hair at this point. It was wild-woman hair, and it practically screamed out exactly what Vamp and I had just done. My lipstick was smeared to hell and back, so I grabbed a paper towel and managed to wipe my face clear of all vestiges of lipstick.
Vamp was watching me in the mirror as I did this, and he said, “Oh yeah. You’re gonna wear that dress tonight, reapply your lipstick, and wrap those luscious lips around my cock. Then I’m gonna watch you give me head wearing that sexy-as-fuck dress.”
I started getting excited just hearing him talk about it. Luckily though, he moved to the door and unlocked it. Then he grabbed my hand, tucked me behind him, stuck his head out the door to make sure the coast was clear, and we exited the restroom. We
had gone no more than two steps from the restroom door when we heard a grunt and a high-pitched wail. I pressed my lips together, trying my damndest not to envision Mallory and Cal inside the women’s restroom, but even with a six-year break from the biker lifestyle, I knew better. If Cal was horny, and the way he looked at Mallory earlier told me he definitely was that, then he was going to take her wherever he could, however he could do it.
With that thought rambling through my head, I said, “Ok, well, let’s get a move on. I’m sure your brothers are waiting on us impatiently.”
We had ridden with Brock and Gabe when we all came down to the courthouse, so I assumed our return would be the same. Vamp chuckled, “No, babe. They went back without us. We’re riding back with Cal and Mallory.”
Talk about awkward! Clearly, I was not fully in touch with my inner ‘biker babe’, as Mallory liked to call it.
“Why do you look pale all of a sudden?”
I gave him a sideways glare. “Because I’m embarrassed as hell.”
He wrapped an arm around my waist and started walking. “You never used to be so uptight, baby.”
I looked up at his profile. “I’m not uptight. I’m just unaccustomed to the biker lifestyle after a six-year hiatus.”
Vamp chuckled. “A brilliant and beautiful woman once told me that ‘TV shows go on hiatus.’ I don’t think you can go on hiatus from our lifestyle, babe. You’ll get back in the swing of things soon enough.”
We were waiting by Cal’s Mustang for less than five minutes before he and Mallory came out of the courthouse annex. Mallory was intently focused on her feet as she came our way, and Cal had a highly satisfied grin on his face.
Vamp’s body seemed to be shaking with silent laughter and then he leaned down to whisper to me, “I guess Mallory’s feeling a little shy about getting fucked in the bathroom, too.”
I elbowed him in the ribs, “Stop it. Let’s get back to your dad’s house and head back to Jax, ok?”
Vamp blew out a breath at me, “Pfft. We’re not heading back to Jax until Sunday, chick. Dad’s got a cruise to catch, and you and I are gonna take advantage of that pool of his.”
I waved my right hand in front of him. “No, we’re not. I’m not supposed to get my cast wet.”
“Fuckin’ Stillman,” he groaned, and then continued, “I don’t have many regrets, but I damn sure regret not royally kicking his ass when I had the fuckin’ chance.”
We had all climbed into the Mustang, with Vamp and I sitting in the back, when my phone rang. I pulled it out of my purse and saw Reggie calling. I wanted to talk to him, but did not want to do that in front of three other people.
“Let me call you back,” I chirped into my phone.
“Frankie, don’t you dare be upset with me.”
I sighed. “I’m not, but this is not a good time. I’m in the car with three other people. I will call you back in thirty minutes, ok?”
“You better,” he said and disconnected.
“Everything ok?” Vamp asked in a low voice.
I nodded, “Just Reggie, I’ll call him back when we’re at your Dad’s.”
CHAPTER 15
Cal, Mallory and Vamp were in the pool when I called Reggie back. He picked up on the first ring, “Honey, I am so sorry. I never should have taken that piece of paper from your messenger bag.”
I hated hearing my best friend sounding so forlorn. “Don’t worry about it, Reggie. But you may have given me my first grey hair, because I turned over everything in my cube, messenger bag and even my purse looking for that damn contact info. You can pay me back by getting me into your brother’s fancy-ass salon in San Marco.”
“You’re not mad?”
“No. I hear you were put under duress anyway. So, I’m not mad.”
“Whew. Good. Now, did you hear back from your boss? Stillman is really making a sexual-harassment claim? What a douche!”
“You can’t be surprised, babe. He proved his doucheyness when he attacked me.”
“So where are you?” Reggie asked, in a tone that sounded almost self-congratulatory.
“Speaking of that, I am ticked at you.”
“What? You just said you weren’t upset—”
“Not upset about the Emily Yates thing, but I’m ticked that you had such a lengthy conversation with Vamp and did not tell me about it. Then you had the gall to say you were ‘pulling for reconciliation.’ You knew all along his plans toward me. Thought I was your B-F cubed, you know, ‘best female friend forever’? What happened to that, hmmm?”
Reggie gave a dramatic sigh. “Honey, we’re still BFFs. But you gotta know that I’ve wanted you to give Cary the benefit of forgiveness for a long time. You were on the brink of turning bitter, you know.”
“I was not,” I scoffed.
“Eleven,” was his strange answer to me.
“Assigning numbers doesn’t make me on the verge of being bitter.”
“Hmm. You’re right, it doesn’t make you on the verge. It just plain makes you bitter. Now, enough arguing, are you reconciled with Cary Sullivan, the sexy-biker extraordinaire?”
“Need to gloat, much?”
“Just answer the question. Tucker’s dying to know almost as much as I am.”
I sighed, “I think we are, Reg. But it scares the hell out of me.”
This got me a low chuckle from Reggie, “I know it’s been a while since we had a Saturday night Strictly Ballroom movie night, but do you not remember the best line Fran says to Scott? ‘To live a life in fear is a life half lived.’ So don’t let that fear grab hold of you. Instead grab hold of that gorgeous man and live. Oh, and love too, dear.”
My heart warmed with his comment, and I could feel most of my fear fade away, “You’re right. And we should do a Strictly Ballroom Saturday again very soon, babe.”
“You got it. Now, go tell Cary Sullivan I said ‘hey!’”
I kicked off my high-heel shoes, and padded out to the kitchen. A sliding glass door led from the edge of the kitchen out to the pool area. As I slid the glass door to the left, I noticed Cal and Mallory were in the deep end of the pool, near the Jacuzzi, seriously making out. Vamp seemed to be swimming laps in the pool even though it was only twenty feet in length. I turned around to close the door, and when I faced the pool again Cal and Mallory had broken their intense lip-lock.
“Are you sure you won’t come swim, Frankie?” Mallory asked me.
I smiled. “I’m sure, but as soon as this damn cast is gone, I’ll be in some form of water, whether it be the ocean or a pool. Believe me.”
Cal moved away from Mallory slightly and he was giving me a very hard look. Finally he bit out, “You really should’ve let us pulverize that motherfucker. I told you before, but I’ll say it again, this cannot stand. Pisses me the fuck off, and I can’t even imagine how angry it makes my brother over there.”
At this point, Vamp’s gleaming head emerged from the water, and he asked, “What are y’all talkin’ about?”
Luckily, I spoke up before Cal did, “Nothing we can do anything about. Now, what do you want me to make for dinner? I’m not sure what your dad has on hand, but worst case scenario, I can get take-out delivered if there’s nothing worth cooking.”
Vamp’s lips thinned out slightly and then he shook his head at me, “I don’t want you cookin’ with just your left hand, babe. Cal, you gotta preference on dinner? Mexican, Chinese, subs, pizza…what’ll it be?”
Cal moved back to Mallory, but said, “Why don’t you ask your brothers?”
The sliding glass door opened behind me, and Brock said, “Gabe and I are outta here. If traffic’s good, we’ll get to Orlando just in time to grab a bite with some friends and then we’re hitting the club scene. Cal, it was great to see you again; don’t be a fuckin’ stranger, man. Mallory, it was really nice to meet you, and Frankie, I can’t tell you how great it is to have you back. Take care.”
With that Brock turned around and shut the sliding glass door behind him.
Well, I guess it would just be the four of us tonight then. I was sensing Cal could care less what we had for dinner, so I was going to take action.
“Mallory, you want sushi?”
She grimaced at me, “Not a sushi girl, sorry. But I do love miso soup, so you could order me that and shrimp or chicken tempura if you’re feeling sushi. Otherwise, I’ll eat almost anything from a Chinese take-out menu, as long as it’s not spicy.”
I nodded, “Done. Chinese a problem, boys?”
Cal called over his shoulder, “Nope.”
Vamp looked up at me from the pool, “Not a problem with me, babe. You gonna hang out here with us after you order?”
“Nope, I gotta call Roxanne after I place the order, maybe after that.”
Turned out the only kind of Chinese menu Warren had on hand was for a hibachi-grill type of restaurant, and they would only deliver if the order was over fifty dollars. As it so happened, they would deliver plum wine, so along with our orders of steak, shrimp, rice, and stuffed mushrooms I would get to have what I hoped would be a great wine with my meal.
Nearly forty-five minutes later, the four of us ate together on the pool deck. I was wondering if Cal and Mallory would be leaving in the morning, but before I could ask, Cal asked Vamp, “You and I surf-fishin’ in the morning?”
Vamp gave him a chin-lift, and Mallory gave me a slightly exasperated look, “What are you doing in the morning, Frankie?” she asked me.
I chuckled. “Not surf-fishing, that’s for damn sure. In fact, I got my marching orders to buy another dress from the shop we went to this afternoon. That will definitely be on my agenda, if I have a way to get there.”
Mallory sat up straighter in her chair. “Sweet! Cal, can we use the Mustang in the morning? I mean, this house isn’t that far from the beach, is it?”
Cal groaned, and before he could outright disagree, I said, “How about Mallory and I ride in the back, drop you guys at the beach, then we’ll pick y’all up after we’ve been shopping? It won’t take us that long since it’s just the one shop.”