I felt so exposed, my body on display for him.
He came closer, smiling at me. His fingertips stroked my skin lightly.
“You’re my little rag doll, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You belong to me. Say it.”
His fingers traced my pussy through my underpants.
“Yes.”
“Say it Frannie.”
“I belong to you.”
He smiled and went over to the table. He pulled his shirt off and I heard a clinking sound. Then he was back, staring at me. He grinned and saw it.
He had an ice cube in his mouth.
“Where did you get- oh!”
He put his mouth on my nipple, flicking his ice cold tongue against it rapidly.
“Hmmmffff…”
He was making those sexy sounds he made when he approved of something.
I approved too.
Dear God, did I ever.
My head fell back as his hands moved over me, sliding into my panties.
“God Frannie…”
I whimpered in response. I could do little else as he slid my panties down over my hips. Then he lifted me, settling my legs around his hips. His hands supported me as his cock unerringly found its way to my juncture.
He circled his hips, driving into me.
I cried out. It was too much. My weight had me bearing down on him, suspended like I was. I couldn’t move, couldn’t push myself against him. Couldn’t do a thing but submit.
He stopped thrusting for a while, letting me dangle there. I whimpered and he flexed his hips, making me groan in frustration. Again he stopped, his hands kneading my hips as I felt my body straining for more.
Then he pulled out.
“What are you doing?”
“Call it payback for making me wait all week.”
I stared at him in shock.
He meant it.
He was going to make me wait.
Chapter Twenty
Jace
Frannie’s body swayed from her arms as I slid out of her. I wanted to keep her on the brink as long as possible.
I wanted to play.
I stood up and went back to the table for more ice.
“What- what are you doing?”
She sounded nervous.
She should be.
I glanced over my shoulder at her, saying nothing. I put a couple ice cubes into my mouth again. Then I grabbed a pillow and laid down on the bed.
Right underneath her.
“Jace!”
I put the pillow behind my head, folded it half. It lifted me up so my face was right where I wanted to be.
Face to face with her sweet little pussy.
“What are you-“
I slid my tongue along the cleft between her puffy little lips.
That shut her up real quick.
“Oh.”
Again and again I teased her, sliding up and down, not pushing it inside her. By the time I got up for more ice she was moaning incoherently. I smiled, grabbing ice for my mouth and hands.
She looked so hot hanging there, out of her mind with lust.
I got back into position and began again, this time using an ice cube on each nipple at the same time.
Now I started sliding my tongue inside her, fucking her with it. She gasped, rocking her hips above me.
I knew she could barely move.
I knew when I pulled backwards, she couldn’t follow.
Fuck me, playtime was fun.
“Please…”
I laughed. I played with her for a while longer. Until I was sure I’d made my point. Then I got behind behind her and grabbed her hips.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Uhhhh…”
“Is that want you want Frannie?”
“Uh huh.”
“Say yes.”
“Yes. Please Jace!”
My cock felt like it was going to bust open as I positioned it at her hot little slit. I slid forward, moaning at the feel of her. Hot, tight, slippery wet silk.
I grabbed her hair, pulling it into a pony tail. Then I lifted her face so she could see the mirror across the room.
In the reflection, our eyes locked.
Now she could see me,
See what she was doing to me.
What I was doing to her.
Let the games begin.
Frannie
“Frannie? You okay?”
I took the bowl of nuts from Nevada and smiled.
“Sorry.”
“Earth to Frannie!”
“Am I that bad?”
“Hmmm hmmm. What is that bad boy doing to you?”
I blushed, not sure I could even tell her.
“He… tied me up.”
“He what?”
She started laughing, pausing the cheesy romance movie we were watching. It was an old 90’s flick, one of our favorites. We literally knew all the words by heart.
“Frannie, did he really?”
“Yes.”
“What did he do???”
She was staring at me, her eyes full of mischief.
“He sort of, um, teased me.”
“Ahahaha, you are going to freak out Frannie.”
“What? Why?”
“Clay did that to me too!”
“He did?”
She nodded. It was her turn to blush.
“More than once actually. He likes to… surprise me every once in a while.”
My jaw dropped.
“Oh God- I wonder if Jace will do that too!”
She smiled at me.
“Do you mind if he does?”
I shook my head, my curls tumbling.
“I don’t mind anything he does. Not really. Even the time he spanked me.”
“HE WHAT?”
Now Nevada did look shocked.
“Not hard. He was mad that I had put myself in danger. I drove my car when he told me it wasn’t safe to. And I-“
She was laughing, her whole body shaking with it.
“What did you do, Frannie?”
“I was ignoring his texts. He didn’t like it.”
“Yeah. I can see how he wouldn’t! He’s absolutely in love with you Frannie!”
“Do you think so?”
“I know so!”
“Well, he did ask me to marry him.”
“SHUT THE FRONT DOOR!”
Poor Nevada looked a little woozy. She started coughing and I slapped her back. I handed her a glass of fruit punch.
“Drink.”
She did, her eyes glaring at me.
“He proposed and you didn’t say anything!”
“Well it wasn’t like he got down on one knee! He sort of just… told me.”
She was laughing again.
“What did he say exactly?”
“He said, I’m going to marry you Frannie.”
Nevada starting laughing again. This time she actually fell back onto the couch. I hit her with a pillow and she rolled onto the floor.
Thankfully it was carpeted.
“We really picked em didn’t we Franniegasm?”
I smiled at her, pelting her with another pillow.
“Yes, we certainly did.”
“I wonder what they are up to right now.”
I rolled my eyes.
“No good, I would almost guarantee it.”
Chapter Twenty One
Jace
“You hold it like this. Then you press this button-“
I frowned at Clay.
“You sure this is a good idea?”
“Yeah dude, I’ve done it a dozen times. Besides, they sent it over fully packaged.”
“You don’t care if I do this at your wedding?”
“No man, it’s perfect. Just wait until after it’s dark.”
“Nevada won’t mind?”
“She’ll love it.”
I nodded.
“Okay. I want to surprise Frannie with something nic
e. Things have been hard for her lately.”
Clay handed me a beer and we walked back towards the pool from the garage.
“She’s a sweet kid. She never had an easy time.”
“What do you mean?”
Clay shrugged.
“She’s tougher than she looks.”
“Yeah. Well, she doesn’t have to be now.”
“Why’s that?”
“She’s got me.”
He laughed and slapped my back.
“Want to bowl? We can spill beer on our shirts later so they think we went out partying.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“I bet they think we are out with strippers or something.”
I looked at Clay with alarm.
“Why? Are they?”
He laughed.
“No, they are watching a movie in the entertainment room.”
“Nev told you that?”
He laughed, holding the door open for me.
“No, she told me she was going to go out and get wild. But I had the butler spy on them.”
I grinned at him.
“I like the way your mind works.”
“You too, my friend.”
Frannie
I rolled over in Nev’s bed. We’d stayed up way too late laughing and talking. Around midnight we’d snuck to the kitchen to make ice cream sundaes.
That’s when we heard the rumbling from below.
We’d snuck down to the basement and caught Clay and Jace bowling.
Without a word we’d snuck right back out again.
Bad boys indeed.
I sighed and prodded Nevada.
“Wake up wifey. It’s your wedding day.”
She opened her eyes. She looked utterly panicked.
“Oh my God what have I gotten myself into???”
I laughed.
“It’s fine Nev. You love him. He loves you. Remember?”
“Right. Right?”
“Yes! Get up!”
She laughed and ran into the bathroom to shower. I left her alone long enough to clean up myself. Jace was in bed, wrapped around my pillow. I almost woke him up he looked so cute.
Instead I tiptoed around the room getting dressed and ran back to Nev’s room.
I knew if I woke him up, I’d never get out of there without him pouncing on me.
We ate a light breakfast as a team of stylists descended on us.
Nevada’s hair was twisted up into an ornate chignon. Pearls twisted through it.
Mine was held back at the crown with a wide blue ribbon, then pinned back into a fishtail braid of sorts. I blinked at my reflection in the mirror. Even without makeup, I’d never looked better.
I decided then and there that I would try that style at home myself someday.
Home… now the word didn’t sound so empty.
Now it meant Jace.
I smiled and titled my head back as the makeup artist applied a thin line of shadow above my eyes.
It was a few hours later when I stood behind Nevada, both of us staring in awe at the mirror.
She wore an ornate, pearl encrusted strapless dress with a sweetheart neckline and a wide satin band around the waist. Then it belled out to an enormous skirt and full train.
She looked like a fairytale princess come to life.
My dress mimicked hers, in a soft pale blue. The neckline was sweetheart, with two tiny fluttery sleeves that brushed my upper arms. My dress also had a banded waist and full skirt. Just not quite as full.
I also kind of looked like a princess.
We hugged each other carefully and made our way downstairs.
The house was quiet. Everyone was outside, waiting on the wide lawn for the bride to appear.
At the french doors that led to the veranda I paused, turning to look into my best friend’s eyes.
“You ready?”
Nev smiled at me, nodding.
“I’m ready.”
I opened the doors and walked forward to wait.
A moment later the music started and I started the long walk down the pale blue carpeted aisle.
I saw Jace standing by the front. He looked so handsome in the borrowed tux. It was almost funny how much he fit in with Clay. They almost looked like brothers.
Not that it was a bad thing.
Jace’s eyes were wide open. He looked utterly shocked as I walked past him. I winked and he blinked at me.
I turned and waited for Nevada to begin. The moment she did, the crowd hushed.
She stepped into the sunlight and I felt goosebumps break out all over my arms.
She was the most beautiful bride I’d seen in my life.
Chapter Twenty Two
Clay
This fucking tux is driving me insane.
That was the last thing I’d said before the ceremony started. Frannie’s guy Jace had been standing near by, keeping me company along with the crew of my usual cronies.
The last thing I’d said was a complaint.
The fucking tux was itchy as fuck for some reason.
But none of that mattered once I saw Nevada step out of the house.
My breath caught in my throat.
How could anyone be that beautiful?
It seemed impossible.
Even more impossible that someone so beautiful, so perfect inside and out could love me.
Fuck me, if I hadn’t hit the fucking jackpot!
Instantly I was filled with equal parts of bliss and fear, as I often was around Nev.
The bliss was obvious. Any guy would feel bliss. But the fear…
The fear had to do with losing her. Not measuring up.
I had to be good enough for her. I had to protect her. I had to keep her.
She was mine dammit.
She walked towards me, taking one long slow step at a time. They were supposed to do that. I was very tempted to run down there, scoop her up, and toss her over my shoulders.
Then we could fucking get on with it!
And I could start my honeymoon.
Nev had refused to fuck me all week. I was dying for her at this point. My nuts felt like they were going to explode.
I pushed down my inner caveman.
Nevada would be mad if I messed up her wedding.
Must not make Nevada mad.
Must… not…
Oh to fucking hell with it.
Nevada
One minute I was walking down the aisle, my mother, Clay and Frannie standing at the front waiting for me. Mr. Westlake had offered to walk me down the aisle. But I’d wanted to do it alone.
I was stronger than the little girl I’d been.
The one that wanted her absent daddy.
I only needed my own backbone now. That and the people I loved, and who loved me.
I was damn lucky in that regard.
One moment I was thinking all these thoughts.
The next I was upside down as Clay threw me over his shoulder and carried me down the aisle.
I hadn’t been walking fast enough apparently.
“Clay, put me down!”
“No.”
“Clay!”
I was furious. Livid. I was-
Right side up finally.
I felt my ornate hairdo come undone. My hair tumbled over my shoulders. My cheeks were bright red.
Frannie ran forward, helping me readjust myself. Her fingers brushed through my hair quickly. Then she stepped back.
Her eyes were wide with-
Laughter.
I glanced at the crowd. Everyone was trying not to laugh.
I looked at Clay, ready to glare him into the center of the Earth.
But I stopped. He looked… he looked like he was crazy in love with me. And ready to get married.
Maybe I shouldn’t have made him wait all week. The poor boy did get very wound up, even without having me for a day or two.
Like the time I got the flu.
He’d had the same look in his eyes.
; Just… not quite as bad.
I rolled my eyes and turned to the Judge who was officiating the ceremony. I listened attentively as he spoke of the citrus of marriage, of love, of partnership.
I was feeling good again, calm, like I was doing the right thing.
That was before I glanced at Clay. He was ignoring the Judge completely.
He was staring at me.
At my tits.
He licked his lips.
I kicked him.
Abruptly he started paying attention again.
“Do you Clay Monroe Westfield, take Nevada Jones to be your wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and health, until death do you part?”
Clay took my hands and stared deeply into my eyes.
“I do.”
“Do you Nevada Jones, take Clay Monroe Westfield to be your husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and health, until death do you part?”
I paused and Clay’s eyes got very big.
He looked… worried.
Then I smiled at him.
“I do.”
“By the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you man and wife.”
The crowd cheered.
“You may kiss the bride.”
Clay pulled me against him so fast that it almost gave me whip lash. Then he laid a kiss on me that was more suited for the bedroom than the chapel.
Not that we were in a chapel, but still.
People were cheering as Clay lifted me up and carried me down the aisle, past the startled photographer and into the house.
“We need to get- pictures!”
“After!”
The last thing I heard was the confused photographer ask his assistant.
“After what?”
Chapter Twenty Three
Jace
Most of the guests were gone as I led Frannie over to the hill where Nevada said they used to watch the fireworks. I had a surprise for her.
A blanket and a bucket with a bottle of champaign were waiting for us.
“What’s this?”
I sat down and waited for her to sit next to me.
All day I’d been in awe of her poise and charm. Never mind the way she looked in that dress.
My sexy little Frannie had turned into an elegant woman in the blink of an eye.
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