“Preppy?” the waitress asked excitedly, pointing her pen at him. “I can’t believe it’s you. It’s been such a long time.” She jutted out a hip and pushed out her ample chest. “How you been, darlin’?”
“Been great. Have you met my wife?” Preppy asked, never taking his eyes off mine.
“You’re married?” she asked, still smiling, her lips barely moving as if it pained her to keep that expression plastered on her face.
“Sure as shit am. This is the missus, Dre. Dre, this is…” Preppy leaned in to read her nametag. The girl huffed in annoyance. “Tara.”
“It’s TAR-RUH,” she corrected.
“Gdzzuntight,” Preppy said. “Can we get two beers while my wife here gives the menu another read through?” Without waiting for a reply he added, “Thanks.”
TAH-RUH went to get our drinks and Preppy continued to rub my ankle. “I think I’ll get the fried catfish,” he said, staring down at his menu.
“Can I ask you something? That girl. Is she someone you…” I let my question trail off.
“Fucked?” Preppy said, loud enough so that the elderly people at the table next to us spun around to see who was flinging around the offending word. I held in a chuckle. “Yeah, probably,” he said casually. “Why, Doc? You jealous?” he teased.
I shook my head. “No,” I answered, because it was true. Preppy didn’t give me a reason to be jealous. His attentions were always on me and I’m not one of those people who could be upset by the past. At least not anymore. “Curious was more like it.” I set my unread menu down on the table I leaned forward. “And why probably?”
“Probably is because chances are pretty high that if she knows me and we’ve hung out that I’ve fucked her. However, I don’t remember her. I don’t remember any of them.” His eyes met mine. “But you?” He reached across the table and laced his hand with mine. “Not only do I remember every single amazing second with you.” He sucked in his bottom lip, darting the tip of his tongue out when he released it, staring at me like he was hungry, but not for food.
For me.
“I can still taste you.”
My lips parted and I felt my cheeks grow warm. I was afraid if I stood up off the plastic chair that I’d leave a puddle in my wake. My thighs trembled.
“Have y’all decided yet?” the waitress asked, pulling out a pen and pad from her apron. I still hadn’t looked at the menu.
Preppy chuckled, sensing my dilemma. “We’ll have two blue crab plates.”
“Good choice,” she said, taking down our orders and leaving the table.
“Thanks,” I said. The sun was setting over the river. Preppy traced lazy circles over my wrists. It was a romantic moment and I felt like I was spoiling it by being so turned on I could scream. I was squirming in my seat like a kid who couldn’t sit still. My nipples were painfully hard underneath my blouse. My breasts heavy and full.
Preppy called over the waitress. “We’re gonna take a little walk before our food comes.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me up from my chair. He tugged me along behind him as we walked down the peer to the small beach below.
“Where are we going?” I asked, trying to keep up.
“I gotta take care of a situation,” he replied. The restaurant was half on land, half on pilings, creating a shadowy overhang onto the beach that was already in the dark and the sun hadn’t even fully set.
“What kind of situation?” I asked, breathing heavily as he pulled me into the back corner of the overhang. Sand fell as patrons and staff walked around on the deck above us.
“I can smell you, baby. I know what has you wiggling around. I aim to fix it for you by giving you this big cock. Right fucking now.” He grabbed my wrist and set my palm on the front of the huge bulge of his pants. I gasped. He wasn’t joking. He was rock hard and straining against the fabric.
He crushed his lips to mine and made quick work of pushing my skirt up my thighs. I reached for his pants, unbuckled his belt and his fly, releasing his massive erection. It hung heavy and hot in my hand. He groaned when I touched him, but pushed me away, spinning me around. “Hands on the wall,” he ordered.
I placed my hands on the wall as I was told. Preppy had already pushed the strip of fabric covering my pussy aside and was pushing his hard heat into me. I groaned and sucked in a breath when I realized that the people above us could probably hear me. I arched back against him, needing more and more and he gave it to me. Glorious inch by inch until I couldn’t take him any further.
“Hold the fuck on, Doc,” he whispered the delicious warning in my ear, his cool breath tickling my skin.
Chills ran down my spine. I bit back a scream as he began to furiously pound into me, his massive cock rubbing against every nerve inside me with each torturous stroke. In and out. In. Out. His fingers dug into my ass cheeks while he gave me exactly what I’d needed. What I’d been craving.
Him.
All of him.
“I won’t ever get enough of this beautiful fucking pussy,” Preppy groaned. “Holy fucking shit.” His pace became fast and reckless, a sure sign that he was about to come. He pushed into me as hard and as deep as he could and I thought right then I was going to tip over the edge until he twisted his hips and I lost my fucking mind. I cried out as the orgasm that had started out mild exploded into something not of this universe. I didn’t just feel it in my pussy, I felt it in my nipples, in my skin, in my fingertips. Bursts of pleasure that weren’t like a wave, but like lights growing brighter and brighter until the glass bulbs shattered all around us. We were still breathing heavily through our recoveries when reality came back into focus and I realized that’s exactly what he’d done to me.
He’d shattered me.
Thoroughly. Beautifully. Crazily.
I never wanted to be put back together.
Preppy
I want to say that every time with Dre was like the first time, but it wasn’t. It was BETTER.
The anticipation. The need. It only grew, thickening between us with each tick of the clock.
I’d never get enough of her smell. Her taste. Her touch. HER.
Not now.
Not ever.
I tucked myself back in my pants and tried to put Dre back together best I could. It was downright adorable when she stumbled around like I’d just fed her half a bottle of tequila, but the truth was my legs were feeling a little shaky too. I held tightly onto her arm to guide her back up to the deck. She looked up at me with the goofiest smile on her face. When we made it back to our seats. I let Dre sit first and pushed her chair in.
“Thank you. So chivalrous,” Dre pointed out, crossing her legs and setting her napkin back on her lap. She was practically glowing, and I’m not a huge fan of a pussy word like GLOWING, but there was no other way to describe her.
I sat down and grabbed my beer. “I mean, if a quick hard fuck in a public place doesn’t make me chivalrous than I don’t know what does.”
Dre laughed just as TAR-RAH brought us our food. She cleared her throat. “For the record, I heard you,” she said setting our plates in front of us.
Instead of being embarrassed or looking to me to make things better like most chicks would, my wife winked at the waitress. “I was kind of hoping you would.” She set the check down on the table and left but she could have been naked skipping through the place and I wouldn’t have noticed. I was too busy staring at the swollen lipped little vixen that was my wife as she took a sip of her beer. “Holy shit, I’m getting hard again,” I said.
Dre covered her mouth to prevent spitting her beer onto the table. She laughed as she wiped the dribble on her chin with a napkin. “The things you say,” she said, a blush creeping up her cheeks.
“Does it bother you?” I asked. “The way I talk. The things I say.”
She shook her head. “No. I think the way your mind works is incredible. Hilarious at times, but still incredible. It’s unexpected.” She pressed her lips together and toyed with the edge of the label of her beer. “Y
ou’re just you, and there’s no one else like you.”
I coughed and glowered at the bottle in my hand as if it was the beer’s fault, and not my emotions, I was choking on. “I think the way you look. The things you do. The way you are with Bo. With me. God fucking damn it, Doc. You’re the incredible one.”
She inhaled sharply.
“Now eat while you can because I have a surprise for you,” I told her.
“Another surprise?” she asked, eagerly picking up her crab-cracker. She stuck her tongue out of the side of her mouth and concentrated on breaking the hard shell of the crab.
I took a sip of my beer and leaned over my plate. Her eyes met mine.
“You’ve got a lifetime of surprises coming your way, Doc.”
16
Dre
My next surprise turned out to be Ray and Thia who were kind enough to organize a bachelorette for me. They’d both become great friends in recent months.
They took me to a bar called Hansen’s where we played pool, drank pitchers of warm beer (everyone except Ray), danced to the music from the live band, and talked about all things wife/woman/mother/life while pretending like we didn’t know that Wolf and Rev, who were standing on opposite corners of the room, were sent to keep an eye on us.
After our second pitcher of beer, I excused myself to use the restroom.
I was in a stall doing my business when I heard the door open. A wave of loud music from the band came bursting in then swiftly disappeared as the door was shut again. I didn’t think anything of it until I heard the door being locked. Footsteps slowly clacked across the uneven tile. “Ray?” I asked. “Thia?”
No answer.
I really wished the stall was the kind you could see under but no such luck, the door went all the way to the floor.
Fear turned to panic as the footsteps stopped just outside the stall.
I pulled up my panties and pulled down my dress assessing where I could go or what I could use as a weapon, but there was nothing. I was about to just push open the stall hoping to hit whoever was standing behind it and make my escape when a loud knock came at the bathroom door. “Why the fuck is this locked?” A female voice slurred, followed by more knocking. “Open up we gotta pee,” another girl shouted.
The footsteps retreated. I heard the door being unlocked followed by both the music and the chatting girls stumbling their way in.
I slowly unlatched the door and when I emerged there were only two girls in the bathroom. One was fixing her lipstick. The other was peeing in the sink with her red panties down around her ankles.
“Was there anyone else just in here?” I asked.
“No, but we thought the door was locked, but I think it was just jammed, we got it open.”
“And there was no one else in here?” I asked. “Are you sure?”
Did I imagine the footsteps?
“No one but us and our fine selves,” the one girl answered, hopping off the sink and pulling up her panties. “Wait, were you waiting for someone so you could like hook-up in the bathroom?” The other girl asked, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “That’s so slutty, I fucking love it.”
I left them behind in the bathroom. The only explanation for what I experienced was a left over side effect from when Preppy’s mom had someone attempt to kidnap me. Fear in its most basic form running amok.
She’s dead. There’s nothing to fear. I reminded myself.
Plus, there was a very important day coming up, so of course I was a little on edge.
Logically, there was no way someone could have been in the bathroom, unlocked the door and left, without those two girls not seeing them. By the time I’d made it back to the pool table to join Ray and Thia, I’d convinced myself that it was all a misunderstanding and I’d let my imagination and fear take over.
It was my bachelorette party after all. I was going to make the best of it.
Ray handed me a shot and I took it without asking what was in it. The clear liquid burned my throat on the way down. No sooner than I set the glass down on a nearby table did a pair of masculine hands grabbed me around the waist from behind. I shrieked, but the voice only laughed. He released me and I twirled around to find myself face to face with Brandon!
I shrieked again, this time in delight instead of fear. I jumped into his arms and gave him a hug that bordered on strangling. “Hey, doll face,” he said, setting me back on the floor.
“I can’t believe you’re here!” I said.
“These girls over here called me and told me that it would be a major life travesty if you didn’t have your bestest friend in the entire world here for you bachelorette.” Ray and Thia paused their game of pool. “So here I am! You have them to thank.”
“Thank you so much guys,” I said, leaning against Brandon. I’d missed him in recent months. A few phone calls a week wasn’t the same as having him nearby all the time.
“Don’t thank us,” Ray said, lining up her shot.
“Yeah, I don’t even know what he’s talking about,” Thia added with a wink.
“I’m glad they let a boy crash your party, especially since they just tossed one out,” Brandon said with a wink, tossing down his own shot and wincing with one eye shut.
“What? Who?”
“Oh, he means Kevin,” Thia said, sinking the corner shot she’d been aiming for. “He showed up just as you went to the bathroom. Tried to crash our party so we gave him the boot. No boys allowed…” she looked to Brandon, “unless that boy likes other boys.”
Thia looked to Wolf and Rev who were scanning the crowd. “Or unless you’ve been hired to be here for security,” she amended.
They all clinked their beer bottles together. “Hey, is everything okay?” Brandon asked me with a nudge. I couldn’t help the sinking feeling in my stomach.
“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine,” I said, because it was. It’s not like Kevin would make his presence known to a bunch of potential witnesses and then try to assault me in the bathroom.
Right?
I plastered a smile on my face. The rest of the night was spent laughing, playing pool, dancing, drinking, and singing off key at the top of our lungs. At no point did I think of that incident again because I was having a great time.
It wasn’t even lingering in the back of my mind at all. Not even a little bit. Since it couldn’t have happened, it didn’t need to be thought about.
Not when the bar shut down and we all said our goodbye’s. Not when Wolf drove me home. Not when I turned the key in the lock. Not when I pushed open the door. Not when I slowly walked passed Kevin’s shut door before checking in on Bo. Not even when I curled in bed next to Preppy and wrapped myself around his big warm sleeping body.
Nope.
Not at all.
Besides, even if I did have any fears or lingering concerns, they’d have to wait. Tomorrow was already booked solid.
Tomorrow, I marry my husband.
17
Preppy
“You picked a creepy-ass place for this shindig, Prep,” Bear grumbled. “Was the county morgue all booked up or something?”
“It’s not my fault your as unsentimental as you are a bad dresser,” I said, flicking my cigarette. “This place is sweet and utter perfection. Don’t be pissed at me because Thia made you adult today and wear a shirt.”
“Okay, girls, calm it down over there,” King said, his arm around Ray’s shoulders.
“Ti said you told her I HAD to wear one,” Bear spat, pulling on the sleeves of the dress shirt he had put on under his cut.
“You got played, motherfucka!” I sang in a high-pitched voice.
Thia gave Bear a knowing wave from where she stood over by the front gate. “This thing’s itchy as fuck, I’m taking it off,” he said, pulling off his cut to remove his shirt just as Thia came walking up to us.
“Too fucking late, Beary Boo Boo,” I teased.
“Fuck,” he groaned, shrugging his cut back in place. “It’s a good thing I’
m your best man or this thing would be off already.”
“I thought I was your best man?” King asked.
I didn’t get a chance to tell them that neither of them were my best man because just then Thia passed Bear and came up to me instead. “Can I talk to you for a second?” she asked, her pinkish-red hair, which was usually unruly and sticking out in every direction, had been tamed into a pile of curls pinned to the top of her head.
“Uh, sure,” I responded, following her around to a quiet corner. “You know, I don’t think we’ve ever talked more than a handful of times,” I pointed out. “And I could use some new ammo against Bear every so often.”
“Talking would be nice,” Thia said. She reached into the pocket on her dress. “I wanted to give you something,” she handed me a folded piece of paper.
“Ti, I’m getting married today. It’s a little too late for love notes, don’t you think?” I asked, turning the paper over in my hand. Thia giggled and we both glanced over to Bear who was watching us with his arms crossed over his chest and a hard look on his face.
“Do you know how Grace was always hiding things?” Thia asked, rocking from her heels to her toes.
“Yeah,” I said. “I remember that anytime she needed cash she’d be digging something up or hunting in the back of the freezer. She’d have things taped to the backs of picture frames and cereal boxes.”
“Well, since we’ve moved into her house I’ve found a lot of things like that. A twenty-dollar bill here and there. A coupon for free entrance to the swap meet. A ledger to a bank account that no longer exists.” Thia pointed to the page I’d begun to unfold. Samuel was written across the top in familiar handwriting. “This was taped to a truss in the attic. I found it while I was cleaning it out. I thought that you might want it today, so you can have a piece of her with you.”
I glanced down at Grace’s handwriting, running my fingers over her words. “Thanks, Ti,” I said, not able to take my appreciation any further with words because I was amazed at what I was holding.
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