Bad Boy Valentine Wedding (The Hard and Dirty Holidays #3)

by Celia Aaron

  “Close the door,” I said.

  She shook her head and grabbed her bag from the dresser. “Michael, your mom is in the living room. I have to go.”

  “I don’t give a fuck if the Pope is in the living room. Close the door, wildcat.” I eased my hand under the sheet and fisted my cock, pumping it slowly as I watched her. I tossed the sheet off with my other hand and her eyes widened as she saw what I was doing. She dropped her bag and closed the door.

  “Come here.” I moved to the edge of the bed.

  She walked over, her hips swaying in her heels. “Michael, the girls—”

  “On your knees.”

  She stood in front of me, her hands on her hips but her eyes glued to my cock. She licked her lips. “I can’t do this. Not with your mom here.”

  I gripped her wrists and yanked her down. She yelped as her knees hit the floor.

  “Everything okay?” Jess’ Aunt Carrie called.

  “Fine.” Jess and I said in unison.

  She lowered her voice and looked up at me, her big blue eyes luminous. “You’re a very bad man, Mr. Williams.” Running her hands up my thighs, she licked the head of my cock.

  My hips thrusted up at the contact. Her mouth, all of her, was electric. She took me to the back of her throat in one smooth movement.

  “Fucking hell, wildcat. And I’m the bad one?”

  She dug her nails into my thighs and criss-crossed her tongue along the bottom of my shaft. Then she got to work, bobbing on my cock with slippery sounds. Her tongue was velvet on me and I stifled a groan as my cock stiffened even more from her attentions.

  I put a hand in her hair, but she knocked it away.

  She slid me out of her mouth. “I have to look presentable when I open that door.”

  I growled and pulled her up, putting her on my lap so she straddled me.

  She placed her hands on my chest, her fingernails digging into her own name inked over my heart.

  “Be my good little slut and let me fuck that tight pussy.”

  “Michael,” she gasped.

  I claimed her mouth, her breath sweet with orange juice, and ran my hands up her skirt. She was wearing some sort of lacy panties. I gripped the sides and tugged, ripping them off her and slinging them to the floor, before palming her pussy. She moaned as I stroked down her wet flesh, my fingers teasing her clit.

  My cock twitched, desperate to feel every inch of her slick wetness. I sank two fingers inside her tight pussy before withdrawing them and putting them in her mouth. She licked my fingers clean as I used my other hand to position my tip at her entrance. One thrust and I was deep inside her, bliss coating my cock as I lay back.

  “Ride me, wildcat. Get off on my cock. I want to see you.” I laced my hands behind my head as she began working up and down on my shaft. She was invested in her own pleasure now. I could tell from the way her lids were at half mast.

  “Bad man,” she panted and spread her legs wider, getting every bit of friction.

  “Lift your skirt. Show me that pretty pussy. I want to see you touch yourself.”

  She threw her head back, exhaling to the ceiling and giving herself over to me, to us. She pulled up her skirt with one hand and teased at her clit with the other. I groaned as she rose and fell while I pumped into her, my cock demanding more and more of her.

  Fuck, she was so beautiful. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders and her tits bounced under the white dress with each impact. I resisted the urge to grip the front of the material and rip it in two … barely.

  “I’m close.” She met my eyes.

  I smirked. She was in a hurry. I’d let her have it quickly, but only because we had guests. I loved taking my time with her, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible.

  Moving my hands to her hips, I forced her into a faster rhythm. I gripped the hand at her pussy and brought it to my lips, licking her honey from them as she moaned. Then I put her hand back, keeping my fingers on top of hers as she swirled and rubbed her hard nub.

  My load crept up my shaft as her movements grew more erratic. Her hips bucked, her pussy spasming.

  A knock at the door and then my mother’s voice. “Jess, dear, we have to get going.”

  “I’m coming!” Jess cried as her hips froze and her pussy clamped down on me.

  “Okay.” A loud cough. “I’ll, ah, I’ll take the girls downstairs and wait for you in the limo.”

  I bit back my yell as I shot inside Jess, coating her pussy with me as we stared into each other’s eyes. Her brow was pinched and she bit her lip to try and stay quiet. I slammed her hips down onto me, keeping her still as I emptied out my last bit of spend deep into her.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered and rolled off me, lying on her back and panting.

  I flinched when her heat was gone, and I wanted to climb on top of her and go again. Especially since I knew this was my last chance to have her before the wedding. She was staying with her aunt tonight to get ready and keep with tradition of the groom not seeing the bride.

  I rolled over on my side and raised up on my elbow, drinking in her reclining form. Gorgeous, curvy woman. I still couldn’t believe she’d agreed to be mine.

  “I can’t believe we did that. Your mom!” She cringed.

  I laughed. “She’ll get over it. Besides, you were telling the truth. You were definitely coming.”

  She slapped at my arm. “Bad man.”

  “Your bad man.” I kissed her, gently now.

  She wrapped her arms around my neck and returned the kiss, pressing her breasts into my chest. I clutched her waist.

  She broke the kiss and scooted away.

  “I have to go.” She tried for a sterner tone as I pulled her back to me. “No sir. Not again.”

  I dropped one more kiss on her swollen lips. “Fine. If you must.”

  “Yes.” She sat up and stood, as if that would keep her from me. I could sling her back onto the bed and have her moaning again in seconds.

  Instead, I lay back and watched her walk to the bathroom. She cleaned up and donned a new set of panties before heading back to the bedroom door.

  I went to her, giving her another long kiss. “Next time I see you, shit’s gonna get real, wildcat.”

  She gave me a radiant smile that made my heart warm. “I know, and then you’re mine.”

  I placed her delicate hand over my heart. “I’m already yours. Always have been, just didn’t know it.”

  Tears sparkled in her eyes and I dropped another quick kiss on her lips before shooing her out the door. I never wanted to see her cry, even if they were tears of joy. I loved her too damn much.

  I followed her to the elevator, unable to keep my hands off her even for a second. She laughed as I cupped her ass and gave it a good squeeze as the doors opened. Another peck on my lips and she was on the elevator.

  “Try and behave yourself, Michael.” She simpered, as if daring me to take her again. She drove me crazy.

  “See you at the church, soon to be Mrs. Williams.” I grinned as the elevator doors shut.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Jess

  My bridesmaids and I spent the day at the spa. I thought it would be the most relaxing way to pregame before the wedding, though I couldn’t help but wonder what Michael was doing. Even as the massage therapist expertly worked every bit of stress from my muscles, I wished Michael’s hands were on me instead.

  “Jess, honey?” Daisy, my best friend from law school and maid of honor stood next to me as I lay face down on the massage table. I recognized the butterfly tattoo on the top of her foot.

  “Mmm?” I felt like I was floating, weightless from the hour-long massage, as the soothing music played low in the background.

  “We have to get going. We have more appointments.” She tapped her foot.

  “What more appointments?” My voice was muffled by the massage table. “We’ve been here all day. I’ve been waxed, facialed, buffed, manicured, pedicured, massaged, and god knows what else.”


  “We have a little something fun planned for tonight.” She giggled.

  I craned my neck around so I could look up at her. She was tall with long blonde hair and deep brown eyes, and currently naked.

  I rolled my eyes. “There are robes, Daisy. How about you try one?”

  She put her hands on her hips. “If you got it, flaunt it.”

  “Whatever.” I arched an eyebrow. “What fun are you talking about?” I’d specified over and over that I wanted no crazy bachelorette party. But Daisy was something of a wild card—one of the main reasons we’d become fast friends in law school.

  “You’ll see. Come on. Let’s go.” She pranced out of the room.

  I groaned and sat up. Wedding planning had taken a toll on me, but the massage had gone a long way to ease my tension. Well, the massage and my time with Michael earlier in the day. Just remembering the way he watched me ride him had my cheeks warming.

  Dressing in my street clothes, I slipped on my sandals and left the soothing room. My bridesmaids were lined up outside, with Daisy at the head of the procession.

  “Let’s hit the road, get some real food—not cucumber water—and see what else we have in store for our favorite bride to be.” Daisy grinned and took off at a brisk march, the other girls following.

  “Really?” I grumbled under my breath but followed all the same.

  Evelyn and Aunt Carrie waited in the lobby area, laughing at the parade of girls heading out to the limo.

  Evelyn gave me a hug that took my breath away. “You have fun tonight. Last night of freedom and all. Though I know for a fact my son can’t wait to make an honest woman out of you.”

  Aunt Carrie was next, giving me an even bigger hug than I thought possible. “I’m so proud of you.”

  I beamed, though tears began to swim in my vision.

  “Your mom is, well she’ll always be your mom, but I want you to know Evelyn and I are here for you. I can’t imagine how hard it is for you right now with your mom being…”

  “Uninterested in everything I do?” I filled in. My mom only had one consideration in her mind. Herself. I’d known this since I was a child. I used to hold it against her, but after a while, I only felt sorry for her. Aunt Carrie was my father’s sister. He’d passed when I was very young, and Aunt Carrie had become my main cheerleader, encouraging me all the way through college and law school.

  “I’m sorry.” Aunt Carrie frowned. “I didn’t mean to bring up bad juju. I just want you to know we’re here for you. Whatever you need.”

  I hugged her and Evelyn again. “No bad juju. Only happy times. You are my family. Just like Michael is my family.”

  “I’m so glad to hear you say that, sugar.” Evelyn kissed me on the cheek.

  Daisy opened the front door of the spa. “Come on, bride, we need to hit the road.”

  “Love you.” I squeezed Evelyn’s and Aunt Carrie’s hands. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

  I followed Daisy out into the mild air as Evelyn and Aunt Carrie hugged it out with each other. They were so cute.

  “Now that we’re rid of the chaperones, it’s time for the real fun.” Daisy shoved me police-style into the back of the limo.

  I laughed and joked with my bridesmaids as we drove into the heart of the city. After an over the top meal at a restaurant we couldn’t have afforded without Michael’s AmEx, the girls hustled me back into the limo and blindfolded me. The smooth fabric against my eyelids blocked out everything but the smallest sliver of light along the bottom.

  “Start the party!” Daisy cranked up the music, the bass thumping in my chest and I heard the sound of corks popping.

  Before long a glass was shoved into my hand.

  “Drink, bitch.” The girls clinked their glasses with mine. When I tried to sip it, someone lifted my glass up so I drained it all in one go.

  “Another for the bride.” Someone steadied my hand as my glass grew heavier and again I drank it all down.

  I reached to try and peel my blindfold off.

  “No!” Daisy smacked my hand. “Here, I got you a crown, too. Bend over.”

  Someone snorted. “She’ll be hearing that a lot for the next week.”

  Howls of laughter filled the limo and I couldn’t help but smile. These were my girls, as rowdy and silly as they were. We drank and acted fools the rest of the way to wherever we were going. The limo slowed to a halt and someone opened the door to my right.

  The car began rocking as my bridesmaids exited. Then someone took my hand and pulled me out.

  “The sash!” Someone said.

  “Right. I’ve got it.” Daisy draped something over me and then took my hand again. All I could hear was my girls, traffic sounds, and music with another deep beat.

  “Stairs, whore.” Daisy giggled and led me up about five steps. We almost tripped twice, the champagne buzzing around my head. “Okay. Walk straight ahead.”

  The atmosphere changed from open and breezy to close and loud as we entered what I assumed was a club. The silky material against my eyes gave me no clues, but the smell of alcohol and the music informed me plenty.

  “We’re the Daisy Raines party.” She yelled over the sound of the music and the clubgoers.

  “Right this way.” A man’s voice.

  Daisy led me through the room, around several bodies. It occurred to me that most of the voices were female.

  “And here we are. Front and center. Enjoy the show.” The man’s voice receded on the last words.

  Daisy pushed me down into a seat and whipped the blindfold off my face. My eyes adjusted quickly in the gloom.

  “This is a strip club.” I turned to her. “A male strip club!” We sat in the front row along the edge of the stage. She was grinning huge, right along with my other bridesmaids.

  I tried to get angry with them. I truly did. But the champagne and the glee on their faces tempered my irritation. “I said no strip clubs, Daisy.”

  “Just this one time. You’ll love it. Live a little before you tie the knot.”

  I frowned.

  She bumped her shoulder against mine. “Look at these girls, your dutiful bridesmaids. Don’t they deserve a night of fun? After all the bridesmaid drudgery. All the dresses they tried on. The dresses they bought. The planning. The rehearsal dinner. Don’t they get one night of living it up?”

  “This is why you aced law school. Turning shit around on people.” I raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Fine. I will allow this debauch, though I don’t know how Michael’s going to feel about it.”

  “Pfft. What Michael doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” The girls agreed with Daisy, taking their seats and chattering about the show.

  “Hi. I’m Trey. I’ll be your server this evening.” A young man, dressed in only a tight pair of black bikini bottoms appeared with a bottle.

  Daisy stood and tucked a twenty into his briefs, getting a look down the front as she did so. “Well, Trey, we’re the party and this is our bachelorette, so treat us right.”

  Trey glanced down to me and smiled. “Cum dumpster?”

  I tilted my head. Had I heard him correctly? “What?”

  He was staring at my chest. I looked down and saw that the sash Daisy had put on me said “cum dumpster.”

  “Daisy!” I tried to pull it off.

  “No, no. It’s great actually.” Trey laughed as he poured us all another round of champagne. “The guys are going to love it.”

  I fumbled with the sash. “The guys are goin—”

  The music cut off my protests and the lights came up to glaringly bright before settling back down.

  A man strolled onto the stage, dressed like a dapper don. Pinstriped suit, slick dark hair, and what I could tell was a killer body underneath. “Welcome, ladies. I’ll be your host for the evening. My name’s Big Stick.”

  A host of catcalls, including Daisy’s, went up from the crowd.

  “We have a special bachelorette party here tonight. I believe a young lady named Je
ss is the lucky bride to be?” He scanned the front row and seized on me, the crown and sash giving me away. He pointed at me. “Tonight is your night, little girl.”

  The lights dimmed and Daisy tilted my glass again, making me drink so fast I almost choked.

  A familiar song started to play, but the beat hadn’t dropped yet. The lights came up and three men were onstage. Big Stick was out front, and they were all dressed similarly – suits, ties, and hats. They were still, waiting. The crowd was still, too, waiting right along with the performers. High notes came to a crescendo as the crowd practically salivated in silence.

  When the beat finally dropped, the men began to move and all hell broke loose in the club. Women screamed and tossed bills onto the stage as the men danced in perfect suggestive unison. Daisy made sure my glass remained full as we watched.

  When they ripped their suits off and wore only ties and tight black briefs, Daisy jumped up and applauded. I was ensnared, watching them roll their rippling abs as they moved effortlessly around the stage. I could see the appeal, especially with how packed their shorts appeared to be.

  When Big Stick hit the deck in front of us and began shadow-fucking the floor, I felt heat rising and blooming in my cheeks. When he rose and jumped down to our row, I tried to shrink back in my seat, but he walked right past the screaming Daisy and stood in front of me. Pointing, he mouthed you.

  I shook my head. He grinned. Daisy grabbed my arm and yanked me up. Big Stick lifted me by my ass before carrying me onstage.

  The words oh shit were on repeat in my mind as he laid me down and mimicked eating my pussy and then fucking me.

  “Grab my shoulders. I won’t bite.” He said and ground his cock against me. “This is your show.”

  I gripped his slick shoulders, my fingers barely able to get any traction.

  “It’s all a show. Congratulations on your wedding.” Big Stick smiled and then mimicked eating my pussy again before helping me to my feet and back down to my seat.