by Opal Carew
Jake smiled at her and stood up. She rose, too, and he slid his arms around her and drew her close. His lips brushed hers lightly in a delicate kiss, then they parted and Jake smiled at her.
Before she could sit down, the sound of tinkling glasses filled the room again.
Jake laughed. “Clearly, they’re not going to let us get away with that.”
He pulled her into his arms, holding her tight, and his lips meshed with hers. His tongue swept inside, filling her mouth. She melted against him, her breathing increasing. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and her heart pounded. She wished she could just grab his hand and drag him back to their room right now.
When he released her, she was breathless.
Everyone cheered.
That bought them enough time to finish the soup before another round of clinking began. This time Trent stood up and walked to her chair.
“It’s my turn,” he said with a smile, then drew back her chair as she stood up.
She turned to him and tipped up her face, waiting for a light kiss like he’d given her at her first wedding in response to the insatiable demands for kisses from their guests.
But to her surprise, his hazel eyes glowed with heat as he tugged her into his arms and captured her lips. His tongue teased her mouth. Startled, she parted her lips and he pushed inside. His tongue swirled in her mouth, as his hand glided down her spine, then pressed on the small of her back, holding her tight to him. She couldn’t help murmuring softly as the heat of him seeped into her, his hard body pressed the length of her.
His tongue moved in her mouth. Her body conformed to his and she breathed in deeply, his musky aftershave stirring her senses. The masculine scent of him never failed to fill her with desire and now, held tight in his arms, she could barely resist the growing attraction.
The pressure of his lips lightened on hers and he drew away, but still supported her in his arms, as if sensing her unsteadiness. She blinked, gazing at him with wide eyes… then realized where they were. Her beloved husband right beside her, and twenty of their closest friends, all watching the spectacle of her ready to throw herself at another man.
She stiffened, then drew back from him, mortified.
But boisterous applause and laughter greeted her as she turned to sit down again.
Her gaze shifted to Jake’s, wondering at his reaction. He just smiled.
Cam leaned in close as everyone began eating again.
“After seeing that,” he whispered, “I’m ready to clink the glasses myself right now.”
She turned to him, her eyes widening.
“I can hardly wait until it’s my turn. I’ve been dying to taste your sweet lips.”
She bit her lower lip at his words and his gaze dropped to her teeth grazing over the flesh swollen from her encounter with Trent. The heat blazing in Cam’s amber eyes took her breath away.
Luckily, no one clinked glasses again until dessert and this time Jake slid his arm around her waist and gazed into her eyes, then stroked her cheek lightly. Slowly, he leaned in and gave her a sweet, loving kiss. The whole crowd let out a single “awwww” at the sight. Celia smiled at him, seeing the love glowing in his blue eyes, her heart swelling at the sight.
* * *
As the dishes were being cleared away, Celia watched Becca stand and walk to the head of the room. Then she called for everyone’s attention.
“Don’t worry, we’re not going to have a lot of speeches or toasts. But there is one thing I’d like to say. Since there are no parents or siblings or cousins to put a damper on things and make us feel we need to act with proper propriety, I want to let you in on a little secret. Many of you know that Celia met Jake at college and I introduced them.”
A loud cheer broke out from the crowd.
Becca beamed. “Yes, thank you. I take total responsibility for Celia and Jake’s happiness.” Then she smiled conspiratorially. “But what you might not know is that she met Jake, Trent and Cam at the same time, and they all wanted to date her. Of course, Jake set the other two straight right away. But...” Her expression grew devilish. “I think it would be fun to let Celia know just what she missed out on.”
Celia leaned close to Jake. “Oh, God. What’s she doing?”
He took her hand and squeezed it. “Don’t worry. It’s all in good fun.”
“Trent and Cam,” Becca said, “I’d like you to come over here.”
The two men stood and walked to her.
“Let’s show everyone what Celia passed up.”
Trent and Cam smiled and stripper music started playing as they slipped off their tuxedo jackets.
Celia’s eyes widened. “What’s happening?”
The men shed their ties and cummerbunds, then started unfastening the buttons of their shirts.
Celia felt her cheeks flush hotly.
“OMG, this isn’t happening.”
Jake just laughed and squeezed her hand. The women in the crowd went wild, cheering the men on. And most of them were women, since it seemed Becca had focused on inviting mostly Celia’s friends, and none had brought their boyfriends or husbands.
Trent tugged off his shirt first, revealing his broad, tanned chest. His muscles rippled as he flung the garment aside. Cam pulled open his shirt, exposing a muscular chest with a tattoo of a soaring eagle spanning the breadth of it. He dropped the shirt from his shoulders, revealing more tattoos down his arms, accentuating his thick biceps.
God, both men were ripped and gorgeous.
“So, what do you think ladies? It looks like Celia missed out on two excellent choices.” Becca winked. “Do you think she made the right choice?”
“We can’t know without comparing to what she wound up with,” Sylvia called out.
Both men laughed and stared in Jake’s direction.
“So true.” Becca turned to Jake. “Well, Mr. Right. What do you say?”
He chuckled. “I’m not afraid of a little competition with these two.”
Celia’s jaw dropped as her husband stood up and joined the other two men, slipping his tuxedo jacket off as he walked. He dropped it on the other jackets on the floor and whisked off his tie and cummerbund. Celia watched the faces of the eager woman as he stripped away his shirt, revealing his muscular body.
He did look good up there, and in her eyes, he was every bit the winner. But then, she was biased by her complete and utter love for him.
In truth, the three of them made a stunning spectacle, all muscle and raw masculinity.
“Now let’s get this party started.” Becca gestured to the DJ, but before he started to play, someone started clinking a glass. Soon everyone chimed in.
With a big smile, Cam said, “I believe it’s my turn.”
As he walked toward Celia, her gaze locked on his big tattooed chest and her stomach tumbled. He took her hand and drew her to her feet.
His amber eyes blazed with heat as he slid his arms around her. Her hands rested on his chest as he drew her close. Oh, God, the feel of his hot, hard flesh sent heat flashing through her.
His lips found hers and she felt weak in the knees. He pulled her closer, his mouth moving on hers. Then his tongue glided inside and she sucked in a breath. He plunged deep into her, exploring her mouth with expert authority.
Her hand glided up his naked chest to his shoulders and she clung to him as he devoured her mouth. Her pulse raced. Oh, God, she shouldn’t be getting so turned on.
She was sure her knees were going to buckle and he dipped her back, taking her weight in his arms. Everyone applauded at the good fun.
But it was more than fun for Celia. It was exciting. Thrilling. His tongue thrusting deep triggered urges in her she shouldn’t be having. Her insides melted with need.
Then he stood her up and released her lips, leaving her breathless. He didn’t let go of her immediately. He smiled, clearly knowing he’d left her off balance.
* * *
Celia walked with Jake, his arm around her waist a
s they returned to the table after their latest dance. Becca sat down beside her, having just left the dance floor with Trent.
“I just want to let you know,” Becca said, “that everyone will be leaving in a few minutes.”
“They’re all leaving at the same time?” Celia asked.
“Yeah, I rented a bus for everyone except the bridal party. Saves gas and everyone could drink without worrying about having to drive or stay in a room.” She winked. “I thought it would be nicer for you to forget about everyone else and just enjoy your… uh… romantic weekend.”
Celia giggled. “You mean an entire weekend alone with my husband?”
Becca and Jake exchanged glances. “Uh, yeah. Something like that. I don’t want you to start thinking about having brunch with the girls or any other distractions like that.”
The last song finished and the DJ announced that the bus would be leaving in fifteen minutes and where to go to board it. People drifted over to give Celia and Jake hugs and say good-bye. Before long, the last guest was filing out the door.
“So what about you?” Celia asked.
“I’ll be driving back in my car. Don’t worry, I haven’t had a drink since dinner, so I’m totally fine.”
Celia knew that Trent and Cam had been partaking of the open bar.
“Are you giving Trent and Cam a ride, too?”
Jake placed his hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, babe. It’s covered.”
She turned to face him. “Are they staying over?”
He laughed. “You know, you ask a lot of questions. ” He leaned in, his mouth enticingly close to hers. “All I want you to do is focus on what’s going to happen when I get you back to the suite.”
His lips brushed hers, gentle and coaxing. She was intensely aware of the heat of his body, his smooth, warm skin under her fingertips as she rested them on his naked shoulders. The feel of his tongue nudging between her lips.
His arms slid around her and he drew her close to his body. The feel of his naked chest against her started a slow burn inside her. She glided her hands over his shoulders, then around his neck. His tongue pushed inside her mouth and he gently explored, igniting the heat to a blaze of passion.
“Hey, I’d tell you two to get a room,” Cam said, as he walked toward the table, the tuxedo jackets and shirts draped over his tattooed arm, “but I know you’ve already got the best one in the inn.”
She drew back from Jake, gazing into the warm glow of his blue eyes. God, she was so attracted to this very special man she’d married. And she knew the blaze of passion between them would never burn out. They were absolutely meant to be together.
She sat back and glanced at Cam.
Why then did heat shimmer through her every time she saw Cam? Or Trent?
Especially now, with their naked chests exposed, a slight sheen of sweat from the dancing.
Both of them had danced every dance, with so many women vying to be in the sexy men’s arms, especially with them naked from the waist up. Jake, too, had danced with the delighted guests when she was dancing with Cam or Trent.
Which seemed to be a lot of the time. And that kept dragging her back to her fantasy of being with them. Of running her hands over their naked chests. Unzipping their pants and wrapping her fingers around their swollen cocks. Oh, God, of taking them in her mouth.
Her nipples peaked and her vagina ached with need.
She knew Jake would fill her every desire. Tonight. And every night.
But she couldn’t help fantasizing about what it would be like with Trent and Cam, too.
“Well, I’m on my way,” Becca said. “Your suite’s down the end of the hall and the stairs to the parking lot are right there, so I’ll walk with you.”
Celia stood up. Jake moved beside her and slid his arm around her waist.
She and Jake followed Celia to the door, Trent and Cam walking by their side.
When they reached the end of the hall, Becca slipped a key card in one of the double doors of the suite and opened it, then pushed the door open. She handed Celia the card, then gave her a big hug.
“I hope this evening is everything you’ve dreamed it would be,” she murmured against Celia’s ear.
Celia smiled at Becca, who was continuing the fantasy by pretending this was Celia’s real wedding night.
“I know it will be,” Celia said.
Becca pushed open the door to the stairs and headed down the steps.
Celia turned to Trent and Cam, who were still semi-naked. “I guess this is goodnight.”
“Actually,” Jake said. “I invited the guys to join us for a drink. There’s champagne on ice in the suite and the three of us are going to toast the bride.”
The thought of sitting in such an intimate setting with these two sexy friends of her husband’s… both of them half naked… sipping champagne… and her husband, the love of her life, also half-naked… excited and disturbed her. She would long the whole time to touch them. To run her fingers over Cam’s tattoos, tracing the outlines. To glide her hand over Trent’s tight abs. All the while with Jake stroking her hair. Maybe pulling it back while she leaned down and unzipped Cam’s pants and pulled out his big cock, then wrapped her lips around it.
She drew in a breath as she tried to calm herself. They were just coming in for a drink.
“I thought we weren’t doing anything that formal tonight,” she said.
Jake stroked her hair behind her ear, reminding her of her illicit fantasy, then guided her into the room. Trent and Cam followed, closing the door behind them.
“Believe me, there’ll be nothing formal about it. We’ll just be… relaxing.”
At his tone, she glanced at his face, and the glitter in his blue eyes sent a quiver down her spine.
Could it be that this weekend was about more than giving her an intimate wedding?
He led her into the lovely sitting area, with a beautiful fireplace and a large window overlooking the river glittering in the moonlight,
But she was being foolish. There was nothing untoward about Jake inviting his two friends in for a drink. Afterward, they’d be on their merry way and she and Jake would start their second honeymoon. And with how aroused she was getting, she hoped that the drinks would end quickly so she could get her sexy husband into bed as soon as possible.
“I’ll open the champagne,” Cam said.
There was a silver bucket on a side table near the window and Cam pulled the bottle from the ice.
The sitting area had a couch, a love seat and two chairs, forming a nice conversation area.
“You sit on the couch,” Jake insisted. “In the center. After all, this is your special day.”
He sat down across from her on a love seat and Trent sat in a chair.
Cam popped the cork on the champagne, then poured the bubbly liquid into the four stem glasses on the table. He brought a glass to her, then passed around the others.
Then he lifted his.
“To the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen,” Cam said, his amber eyes glittering.
She smiled, her cheeks flushing hotly.
“Thank you.”
They all clinked their glasses and drank.
Jake gazed at her expectantly.
“To the most attractive groom I’ve ever seen,” she said, raising her glass.
They clinked again and sipped.
“And what about my friends?” Jake asked. “No toast for them?”
“Oh, of course. To two wonderful friends. Thank you for helping make this day so special.”
After they drank, Jake filled her glass again.
“Yes, they are a very important part of making this day special,” Jake said.
Her gaze shot to his. She knew he didn’t mean what her pounding heart wanted him to.
Soft music began to play and she realized Trent had turned on the sound system. Cam lit a set of three pillar candles on the side table beside the champagne bucket, then moved to the dining table and lit
the six tapered ones there. Trent dimmed the lights and Jake stood up and took her hand.
“Care for a dance?” he asked.
She smiled at her husband. “I’d love to.”
He walked her to a clear area, but instead of drawing her into his arms, he gave her hand to Trent. Trent set her hand on his naked shoulder, then took her other hand and slid an arm around her waist. She found herself face-to-face with his naked chest, her eyes level with his collar bone. When he drew her close, her cheek pressed against his warm flesh and a shiver danced through her.
Then his hand glided down to her lower back and he pulled her even tighter. She almost gasped at the feel of a very hard ridge against her stomach.
Oh, God, he had to know she could feel it. He was turned on, holding her tight to him, her husband only a few feet away.
“You seem to be in good hands, babe,” Jake said.
Guilt rushed through her, even though she wasn’t doing anything wrong.
Except maybe enjoying the feel of Trent’s hard erection against her… and knowing it was her who’d triggered his condition.
Jake stood up and grabbed his shirt, then pulled it on.
“I’m going for a walk. I want to get a breath of fresh air.”
“But—” she stuttered.
“That’s fine,” Trent said. “We’ll take good care of your bride.”
His hand flattened on her lower back and pulled her tighter. She could feel his cock twitch through the fabric.
“I’m sure you will,” Jake said as he headed toward the door, buttoning his shirt as he went.
“Jake, wait,” she said. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go right now.”
Jake sent her a wicked grin. “On the contrary. I think it’s the perfect time.” His voice lowered to a sexy rumble. “I want to give the three of you some alone time so you can… get to know each other a little better.”
“But—” she stammered again.
Jake disappeared out the door and she turned to Trent, her eyes wide.
“I’d almost get the idea that you don’t want to be alone with the two of us,” Trent said.
“But that’s not true, is it?” Cam’s voice, practically in her ear, startled her.