“Okay. I’ll go with the sheer Vera Wang.” I tried not to think too hard about it, but it might be the kind of decision I would regret later.
I spent the rest of the day being a princess. Six hours in a spa had that effect. Virginia kept me company for a spa lunch of a quinoa and super food salad and green tea.
The spa workers treated me like a VIP, doting on my every need. By the time I left, I thought I had every treatment they offered. My skin felt amazing, my muscles were nice and loose and my hair and make-up perfect.
Virginia and I made our way back to my hotel suite.
“Mr. McAllister gave me these to give to you to wear this evening.” She passed me a small box gift wrapped in black paper.
I ripped open the paper, no longer concerned about saving the paper for later. Inside was a pair of skin-tone lace panties. Obviously they were intended to be worn under my sheer wedding dress. At least it wasn’t a thong.
Virginia nodded at me and I blushed. What must she think of me?
“There’s more.” She passed me another box, this one square and short.
I ripped open the matching black paper. A jewelry box. My fingers trembled as I held it on my palms. I cleared my throat and opened the hinged lid.
My heart stopped at the sight of the necklace. Small diamonds lined the chain, which ended in a beautiful pendant. The pendent was rectangular, and would sit just above my cleavage. It was about as long as my finger and slightly wider. Scallops of small diamonds formed a pattern over it, with a larger diamond in the arc of each scallop. I ran my finger over it, tracing the pattern.
“It has an art deco vibe, like the dress,” Virginia said proudly. I wonder if she selected it.
Matching earrings sat in the center of the necklace, drop earrings with smaller versions of the pendant. A bracelet lay alongside the necklace, a chain of small diamonds that matched the chain of the necklace.
“Here, there’s one more.” She passed me what was obviously a shoebox.
I ripped the paper off and opened the lid. A pair of Louboutins. These ones mesh, dotted with rhinestones with glittery sky-high heels. At least I assumed they were rhinestones.
* * *
Portia and her crew arrived with a garment bag.
“We’ve altered it to fit you. Here, put it on.” Portia directed the man holding the dress to give it to me. Why were all these men here anyway? And who was the other woman who acted like Portia’s shadow?
I took the dress from them, and the panties Jay had sent and retreated to the bedroom.
Butterflies fluttered like crazy in my stomach and I sat down on the bed to calm myself. I was about to get married. I shook my head, not that I had any doubt. There was not a shred of doubt in my mind that I wanted to marry Jay. It was just, I wanted my mom. I wanted my dad. I wanted Jenny. However, it was too late and my future awaited.
Once I felt a little better, I pulled on the lace panties and wedding gown, careful not to mess up my hair.
Unlike the first time I’d tried on the dress, I strode with confidence into the living room. Into the view of all those people, those anonymous men.
“Oh. My. God. You look ravishing. Mr. McAllister is one lucky man,” Portia said. I assumed she gushed like that to everyone she sells a dress to. I stood like a mannequin while they put the jewelry on me, had me step into the shoes and did a bit of last-minute fussing over the dress and my hair.
Virginia passed me the bouquet I had selected over lunch, a few simple stems of calla lilies.
“Ready?” Virginia said.
I took a deep breath. Filled with both nerves and excitement, I nodded my head.
“Here, hold your dress like this until you get there,” Portia said, pulling my dress up so it wouldn’t drag on the ground.
Virginia offered her arm for support, and I hooked my arm around hers, my bouquet in that hand and my dress in the other.
While we waited for the elevator Virginia said, “Oh, by the way, I just got a message from Mr. McAllister to tell you he’s written his own vows. He says you don’t have to, but he wanted me to let you know.”
My head whipped away from her, as if she had slapped me. Our own vows? She told me this as we were walking to the altar? What should I say?
I didn’t have time to think as she hustled me out of the elevator, across a parking garage and to the Bellagio. Every person we passed stopped to stare at us, including a crowded craps table. We didn’t go inside the hotel, instead we walked to the fountain.
“You’re on your own from here,” Virginia said with a smile and pointed to the fountain. I peeked around the corner and saw Jay and the officiant standing in an alcove beside the iconic fountain.
Virginia took the bunched-up dress from my hand and smoothed the fabric, pulling and tugging it until it lay perfectly on my body and around my feet. She freshened my lipstick and stepped back.
“You look stunning. Good luck.”
Chapter 20
Even though my stomach was fluttering like crazy, I was steady on my towering heels as I took the first steps to Jay. To the rest of my life.
Nothing could have taken the enormous smile off my face. I forgot all about my sheer dress and lack of wedding vows and walked to Jay with nothing but confidence.
He looked amazing. Beyond gorgeous in a black tux with gray vest and bow tie. Most of all, the massive smile across his face melted my heart.
We stood facing each other, two feet apart, and the officiant at our side.
Jay stared into my eyes and said, “Abigail Marie White, beautiful. From the moment I first saw you, I knew we were meant to spend our lives together. You’ve brought laughter and fun into my life, filled a void I didn’t even know I had. You are the most amazing person I’ve ever known, and I will support and protect you through everything that might happen to us. I will never do anything to hurt you, ever. I will give you everything you could ever want and above all, I will never stop loving you. My life couldn’t exist without you in it, and I’m honored to have you as my wife, to fill the rest of my life with your amazing spirit. I could never be without you.”
A lump formed in my throat. I gripped my lilies so hard the stems were crushed. Tears wet my cheeks as he took my left hand and slid a plain wedding band onto my finger.
The official smiled and waved his hand from me to Jay. I cleared my throat, still unsure what I would say.
“Oh, golly gee damn!”
Jay laughed. Of course I’d channel Audrey Hepburn at a moment like this. I gathered myself.
“James McAllister, Jay. A few months ago I never thought I was capable of loving ever again. And then you appeared in my life, and filled me with so much love that I learned I could love. I could do anything for you. Would do anything for you. I love you, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” The words flowed out of me like water from a tap. Or blood from my heart.
The official held a ring out between his index finger and thumb. With unsteady fingers, I took it and placed it on Jay’s left ring finger.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
I dropped my hands to my side. Jay put one arm around my back, his skin connecting with mine where my bra strap would normally be. He pulled me to him and with his other hand, cupped my cheek.
Our eyes locked as he leaned over and kissed me. My eyes closed, and he became more forceful. I parted my lips to allow him into my mouth and we kissed, fully possessing each other.
* * *
A man in a black suit held a door open for us, and Jay led me through. I caught the sign on the way in, Picasso. Every table in the restaurant was empty. And it wasn’t a little restaurant.
Jay led me to a table at the window, the Bellagio fountains dancing on the other side. He held out a chair for me and I sat down.
“Why are we the only ones here?” I didn’t know why I was whispering.
“Because our wedding reception is an exclusive affair.”
A waiter with bottl
e of Dom Pérignon pink Champagne appeared at our table, and he poured a glass for each of us.
Jay picked his up. “To the most beautiful bride the world has ever known. I love you, Mrs. McAllister.”
“I love you, Mr. Mickle.”
He laughed, his smile lighting up his face. Jay clinked his glass to mine and started to say something else.
“Stop it, don’t you make me cry,” I knew from the crease of his eye that he was going to make an earnest comment. To tell me something far too kind.
“I’m not going to make you cry. But I need you to know how much I love you, so you’ll never forget that, no matter what happens.”
“Why? What’s going to happen?”
“Life.” Jay said.
* * *
A five-course dinner along with too much Champagne had come and gone. Jay stood and held his arm out to me.
“Come, we need to dance.”
I took his arm, and he led me to a clearing in front of wide glass doors, the fountains on the other side. He held me close, with one hand in mine and the fingertips of the other pressed into small of my back.
Music started. I knew the song in three notes. “Moon River.” I pushed my face into his chest when Audrey Hepburn’s voice started singing and I breathed deep.
Jay held me up as we slowly moved in a circle. He stroked my back.
“I love you, beautiful.”
I tried, but couldn’t respond. I wanted to tell him how much I love him. How amazed I was that anyone would ever do something for me like he has done today. There could never be any doubt over how much Jay loved me.
Chapter 21
I squealed as Jay scooped me up and carried me over the threshold of our hotel suite. He carried me straight through the living room and down the hallway to the bedroom, depositing me on the bed.
“Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me not to rip that dress off you the second I saw you in it?”
I hugged myself, my eyes wide. “You’re not going to rip my wedding dress. Please don’t wreck it.”
Jay’s eyes flared. “Okay, I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
He ran his fingers over the sheer fabric, brushing over the lace on my breasts and traced them down the glittery piping. He undid the lace-covered buttons that ran from the base of my back to the bottom of my ass. I stepped out of my shoes, dropping five inches.
“Leave them on.” His eyes shone down on me and I stepping back into the shoes.
Jay hooked his pinky fingers under the shoulders of the dress, his eyes glowing. He moved his hands out, taking the dress with it, until it was off my shoulders. Without breaking eye contact, he flicked his pinky fingers, letting the dress fall to the floor around my feet.
I stood in front of him in my lace panties and Louboutins.
He cupped my breasts, his touch electric on my bare skin. His hands moved down, leaving a trail of sparks behind them. When he got to my panties, he grabbed and ripped them from my body before I could stop him.
“You didn’t say I couldn’t rip the panties.” He came closer and kissed my neck, his closeness moistening my pussy. Knowing I was about to sleep with Jay as my husband for the first time made me ache for him.
“I hope you’re going to undress for me,” I said with a coy smile.
He put me on the bed, still in my shoes, and stripped. Completely naked, which was a nice treat for me. The sight of his cock, swollen and ready for me made me sit up and crawl to it.
“Easy, stay there.” Jay put his hand on my shoulder and laid me back down. I complied, and he turned his attention to my shoes.
He ran his fingers along the edge between my skin and shoe. He got onto the bed, between my legs and rested my feet on his shoulders.
My legs elevated, he squeezed my ass. His fingers raced up my skin to my mound, fumbling with my lips and into my wet hole. They prodded me, my pussy becoming wetter and tingles radiating further out my body.
Jay withdrew them, and leaned over to kiss me, but my legs didn’t bend like that. He moved back, readjusting my legs, and tried to get his tip into me, but still couldn’t.
Frustrated, he pushed my feet off his shoulders and laid himself on top of me, his hard cock against my mound. Our lips met with a laziness intended to savor every moment.
He trailed kisses across my jaw and neck while rubbing his cock against me. I wrapped my legs around his, willing his cock to enter me. For a moment it did, and my eyes rolled back in relief. But he took it away after five thrusts.
Before I could whine or moan, he said, “I want to see your feet in these shoes while I fuck you.”
“I’m not that flexible.” My hands tugged at the muscles on his back, trying to coerce him back in.
Jay hooked his arm under my thigh and pulled it up at the same time he pushed back into me. His thrusts were forceful, but slow in pace. There was a pause between each one while he was motionless, deep in my pussy. My body submitted itself to him, to do with as he pleased.
He released my leg and caught my eyes with his. We stared into each other while he continued to thrust into me. My insides danced and my breathing quickened. My pulse raced as he gave me more and more pleasure.
“I really want to see these shoes.” He reached back and grabbed one, pulling my leg in a way it couldn’t be pulled.
“Hey.” I wrestled my leg free, smacking his ass with my hand.
“Beautiful, come on. Let me see them.”
I thought for a moment, knowing there was no way my legs could be the way he wanted them. I pushed on his chest.
“I know a way. Get off me.”
Jay pulled his cock away, my pussy pulsing in anger at its departure.
“Bend you over the bed?”
“What? No. You go on bottom.”
“You want me, on the bottom?”
“Yeah, then you can see the shoes.” I wished he’d shut up and fuck me.
“I don’t go on the bottom.”
“Do you want to see the shoes?”
“Of course.”
“Then go on the bottom. Or don’t and don’t see the shoes. It doesn’t matter which, just get your cock back in my pussy.”
Jay hesitated, as if thinking it over. I’d never seen him like that, unsure of his next move.
“Okay, fine.” He laid flat on his back, his head nearly touching the headboard.
I stroked his cock with my fingers as I climbed onto him. Jay put his hands down and grabbed his cock, trying to guide it into me.
“Stop it, let me do it. Put your hands by your head.” The whole situation hit me and I started laughing.
He moved his hands out of the way. I sat onto his cock, using my hand to guide it in. I gasped as its full length filled me. Jay started moving his hips, rocking and thrusting them up and my body bounced along, my pussy screaming out in bliss.
“Hey, I’m supposed to be on top here.”
I lifted off him and leaned down to kiss him. Our tongues twirled, his getting more and more frantic as he tried to coax me back to his cock.
“Where are the shoes?”
“I’m going to hit you with them in a minute.”
I sat back onto his cock. My poor pussy didn’t know what was going on, but it clamped onto him, unwilling to let him go again. I put all my weight on it and dragged my feet up alongside Jay’s torso.
It felt a little awkward at first but it sent his cock so deep inside nothing else seemed to matter.
I circled my hips, rubbing my clit against his pubic bone. He grabbed onto the heel of each shoe and started bouncing me again, the motion taking away the rubbing of my clit.
“Stop it,” I said, slapping his chest. In all the excitement, I almost forgot to notice his sculpted chest.
“No, I like to see your tits jiggle.”
I started to pull my pussy away, off his cock, but he stilled.
“I’m on top tonight.” I couldn’t say it with a straight face and we both laughed.
I re
sumed the circling of my hips, the grinding against my clit until my pussy spasmed in climax, great waves of orgasm pulsed over my body. There was no way I could stop moving, I wanted more and more of them. I kept rocking and grinding him against my clit.
“Ah,” Jay let go of my heels and gripped my feet and squeezed them hard as he pushed his hips up into me.
I orgasmed again at the sound of his groan, my muscles physically rippling, leaving me unable to move. I couldn’t flop forward because my feet were beside his torso. He still gripped my feet and between the spasming of my muscles and the strength of his grip, I couldn’t pull my feet away.
All my strength had drained and it was a struggle to stay upright. I flopped over to the side, leaving his cock behind and twisting my leg in the process.
Jay let go of my feet and I managed to wiggle up alongside him. He lay motionless while I pushed my body into him, into my husband, nestling myself in his body.
“I can’t believe we just got married,” I said.
“I can’t believe I let you do that to me.” He was still on his back, looking up at the ceiling.
“Huh? What did I do to you?”
“That you made me cum in you like that.”
“Like what?” I propped my head on his shoulder, trying to understand.
“Like you just did.”
“You’re not making any sense.”
“Beautiful, do you have any idea of how you’ve changed me? Of the things you can get me to do?”
I laughed. “Not really, or is this another blow job thing of yours?”
Jay rolled onto his side and embraced me, my belly to his. “You’re the only person who has any control over me. Ever.”
“And what control do I have over you?” Judging from today, he had a pretty good hold on me. I mean, I did go out in public and marry him in a see-through dress.
Jay shook his head, with a mix of disbelief and almost, I thought, embarrassment. “I just let you do that to me. To go on top on your terms, not mine. There’s no way anyone else has ever been able to take over on me, I’ve never let them, but…”
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