Texas Tornado

by Lani Lynn Vale

  I did as instructed. Dropping the boxes on the padded bench I’d just been mauled on.

  The first box I opened held my something new (I hoped), a simple white pair of silk panties and a strapless bra. They’d done well, because the fit was excellent, cupping my breasts and ass perfectly.

  The note I found warmed my heart, as well as other unmentionables.

  To keep those places covered until I’m ready for them.-- J

  The second box I opened held my something blue. Blue fuzzy socks that were so super soft that I wanted to wrap myself up in them. When I pulled them free, a note tumbled to the floor, which I promptly read.

  To keep your feet warm when I’m away.—J.

  Slipping the fuzzy beauties onto my feet, I sighed in ecstasy, and went for the third box.

  It was my something borrowed. Which made me laugh. I had to read the note first.

  These are only for tonight. I’m going to need them back. –J

  They were his department issued handcuffs, and his police badge. Oh dear, the possibilities were endless.

  The fourth and final box made my heart nearly stop. James had told me about them only twice, each time bringing them up because I’d asked about them. His father’s dog tags. I’d noticed the extra dog tag the day we’d first made love. He hadn’t told me about it though, changing the subject with an ease and swiftness that spoke of skill at evading that particular question.

  They’d been the only thing they’d found the day he was killed. That was all I knew though, because he didn’t like talking about it. I knew it was important regardless of whether he spoke about it or not.

  I’d learned more from Daina than I had from James and Cheyenne combined.

  Apparently, James had been at an impressionable age, just six years old, when his father had died. He still remembered him, but since he was so young, he’d turned his father into a superhero of sorts. A man who was bigger than the world itself. Who was selfless and kind. Who was the king among kings, and I was happy that he had that.

  Daina liked to tell stories of how he’d sit for hours staring at his father’s portrait or when he’d tell Cheyenne all the wonderful things about his dad. Although those stories have slowed considerably, his father was still his idol. Someone so important to him that I was honored and blessed that he’d let me wear the dog tags, even for today. There wasn’t a need for a note. I didn’t need him to explain, I already knew the significance of the act.

  Slipping the necklace on over my neck, I tucked the tags down in between my cleavage so only the chain was exposed, then exited the room with my something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.

  “Holy crap! Your boobs look amazing in that!” Payton declared.

  Luckily, Janie had joined the boys, because that would just be incredibly awkward to have to explain what Payton meant when she said my boobs looked amazing.

  I rolled my eyes at Payton, and walked towards the women who were now holding the dress up over their heads so they could slip it on over my own.

  The dress reminded me more of a princess’s dress. High empire waist that went from very fitted in the bodice to poofy and full in the bottom. The train, just as I’d described it to James, was well over eight feet in length.

  Finally, they fit the veil over my head, situating it so I could see. I didn’t want it impeding my eyesight. Not only did I want to see the man I was marrying clearly, but I also didn’t want to fall flat on my face in front of everyone and their brother. Which reminded me.

  “Who all is here?” I asked curiously.

  Ember answered as she fixed a flyaway hair that had come free from the clip that held it away from my face. She’d gathered it into a clip that resembled a snowflake at the side of my head, and then used bobby pins to keep it in place. In the back, she’d curled my long hair into large loops, and then sprayed so much fucking hair spray on it that a quarter would bounce off it.

  Ember laughed. “Well, pretty much everyone. Sebastian, your father, their MC, your ladies from work, all of us, and a few others. So about ninety people or so.”

  “Holy crap! They aren’t all going to fit into the shop, are they?” I asked as they started to hook the million and one tiny hooks at my back.

  “Suck in, you’ve got about ten hooks back here that I can’t get,” Cheyenne instructed.

  A few more minutes of effort on Cheyenne’s part, she finally bowed out in defeat.

  “I can’t get it. Someone else try it.” Cheyenne panted.

  “Jesus, this is tight, are you sure you have more to go?” I asked concerned for my breathing.

  Payton tried, followed shortly by Ember, Blaine, and finally Winter. None of which could fasten my hooks. “Well this is embarrassing.” I said dryly.

  “Oh, it’s going to get done. Too bad you can’t suck in your boobs. Let me go get reinforcements.” Cheyenne said before leaving the room.

  Everybody who was left in the room tried again to hook me up, but it ended with the same results.

  Ember looked at my boobs, and then back at my dress. “When we finally do get this done, it’s going to make those puppies pop the fuck out.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, they aren’t really that big, Ember. Size 36C is standard size.”

  “I want your boobs when I grow up.” She said wistfully.

  ***

  Sam

  “I can’t believe you’re making me wear this.” I said as I pulled the bowtie away from my neck. “What’s wrong with our dress blues? At least those are comfortable.”

  “Because she said tux. So I’m doing a tux. If I have to wear a tux, so do y’all.” James said, pulling on his tie.

  “Aww, aren’t y’all just the cutest little things I’ve ever seen.” Cheyenne teased.

  I turned and glared at her. “Watch your mouth.”

  “That’s physically impossible unless you have a mirror, which I don’t happen to have right now. I need your big strong hands for a moment please. Then we’ll be ready.” Cheyenne smiled at me.

  “What’s going on?” James asked as he sat down to slip socks on.

  “You can’t wear those.” Cheyenne said with horror in her voice.

  “What?” James and I asked at the same time.

  Ember came out the door muttering about boobs and what she wanted to be when she grew up, stopping with a look of horror on her face. “You cannot wear your motorcycle boots with that, James.”

  I looked down at my own boots and grimaced. There was a line that was drawn somewhere in the man’s code, and that line was that we’d wear the stupid fucking tuxes, but the line was drawn at silly shoes that not only weren’t water proof, but were uncomfortable as hell.

  “The boots are staying. It’s colder than a witch’s tit outside, and I’ll be standing in wet slush for a good twenty minutes at least. Now, what’s wrong that you need Sam?” James’ voice booked no room for argument.

  Ember and Cheyenne’s lips pursed as if they’d sucked on a sour lemon. They were so much alike sometimes that it was unreal.

  “We need the last five hooks done up on Shiloh’s dress, and it’s going to take more muscle than all of us combined.” Ember explained finally.

  I started heading towards the door that Ember and Cheyenne had exited, laughing when I heard James mutter about it not being hard to do, that women were weaklings.

  My breath stalled in my chest as I opened the door and saw Shiloh in her dress. She looked stunning.

  Her hair hung down her back in golden brown curls, and the dress she had on was massive, with a train that was likely to trip damn near anyone that came within ten feet of her.

  “You look beautiful,” I said as I entered the room.

  “Wait, daddy.” Pru ran up from behind me and squeezed in before I could close the door.

  I waited patiently, and then closed the door once she was inside.

  “Aunt Shiloh! You look like Elsa from Frozen!” Pru squealed.

  Everybody got a goo
d chuckle out of that fact from my three and a half year old, but quickly sobered. She did indeed look like Elsa, but I wasn’t confirming the fact that I’ve watched a Disney animated princess movie at least once a day. I’d have to have my man card revoked. Especially if they knew I actually enjoyed it.

  “Alright, Shiloh. We’re going to go get dressed ourselves. We’ll be back once we’ve done that, and then we can start.” Payton said as she exited the room, followed by Winter and Blaine.

  Shiloh watched them go with a small smile on her face and then turned to give me her back. “Let’s see if you can do this. They tried, but I don’t think it will go. It’s too tight as it is.”

  I walked up to her and proceeded to hook the buttons without effort, stepping away slightly as soon as she was done. “Anything else?”

  “I can’t breathe.” She panted.

  I laughed as she started panting. “It’s not really that bad... is it?”

  “I’ll get used to it. I may not be able to wear it for long though. Go tell everyone to hurry the hell up.” She demanded.

  “Just one second,” I said stepping close to her and enfolding her in my arms.

  Her own arms wrapped around my waist, hammering home the fact that I’d almost screwed this up before I even knew what I’d be missing.

  “I don’t think I ever actually apologized to you.” I whispered into her hair. “I’m sorry for being such an ass, Shiloh. I’m not going to offer up any excuses, either. I should’ve known better. I love you sweet girl, and I’m proud of all that you’ve accomplished.”

  When I leaned back, she grabbed the white handkerchief in my breast pocket and started dabbing at her eyes. “Thank you, Sam. I love you, too. There’s no need to apologize. I think we’ve both done that enough. You’ve more than made up for everything.”

  I nodded, taking the handkerchief back from her when she handed it to me. “I’ll send our father in. See you soon.”

  I went out the door, hailed down my father, and sent him to Shiloh before I went to my spot outside in the subzero temperatures.

  It was actually fucking snowing. Holy Shit. That was a miracle in and of itself for Texas. I hadn’t seen snow since I was younger. I’d been in Texas for going on five years now, and this was the first time I’d seen it snow more than a few seconds. It was actually collecting on all the empty chairs as it floated out of the sky in flurries.

  “Can you believe this?” James asked as I reached his side.

  “No. Not at all.” I said, agreeing that it was a small miracle.

  “How’d she look?” He asked me.

  The smile on my face said it all, but I answered him anyway. “Stunning.”

  And when she came out of the side door twenty minutes later on my father’s arm, I realized I’d misspoken. She looked absolutely striking.

  James’ breath hissed when he saw her, and his smile lit his face like a 1000 watt light bulb. However, there was one thing that needed to be said before we went any further.

  “If you hurt her, I’ll fucking kill you. I’ll shred the meat off your bones with a goddamn box cutter and feed it to you.” I said, never looking away from my sister as she made it down the aisle.

  “Returning the favor?” He asked.

  I glanced at him, but he only had eyes for Shiloh. “Just as you said to me five years ago, buddy.”

  Chapter 27

  It’s not us, it’s them. Them and their stupid boy penises.

  -Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy

  Shiloh

  “Please, please. Do it now. Quick J.” I panted.

  “Settle down, I can’t get a good hold on it with you squirming around like that.” James growled.

  I couldn’t help it. It needed to happen now, or I was sure I would die. “Please, James. Hurry.”

  He growled and threw me to the bed, straddled my thighs and pinned me to the bed with all of his strength.

  Satisfaction poured through me as he eased the hooks down until not a one was left clasped, and finally I could breathe again. “Thank you so much.” I sighed wistfully.

  He growled, yanked the dress off the rest of the way, and tossed it unceremoniously into the corner. “Now, are the panties and bra too tight, too? Do I need to remove those next?” He teased.

  “Yep, they’re super tight. So tight that I think you need to check my body for proper circulation.” I giggled.

  Yep, that was me, giggling. I might or might not have been slightly tipsy, too.

  I’d had a blast at the wedding, and it was everything I could have ever hoped for and more. James and Cheyenne, as well as everyone, had done a wonderful job, and I would remember this day for the rest of my life.

  “Turn over.” He said gruffly.

  I flipped over, turning from my stomach to my back, and smiled when I saw his nostrils flare before he leaned down, popped the front clasp of my bra, and my breasts spilled free.

  “Those look like they’re going to need some attention. Let me see if I can breathe some life back into them.” He quipped right before swiping his tongue along the sensitive peak of my nipple.

  I groaned, tugging on his closely trimmed beard, holding him closer to my breast, urging him on.

  The hand that wasn’t full of my breast went down lower until he reached the hem of my panties. He slowed for all of two seconds before he slipped beneath the elastic band, freezing completely when he felt the bare skin of my sex.

  His mouth pulled away from my aching breast, releasing the nipple almost regretfully before rising up to his knees and staring down at my silk covered sex.

  “Did you wax that completely, or it just my overactive imagination? I thought it was only being trimmed.” James wheezed.

  I smiled, and then shimmied out of my panties while he watched.

  “Oh, Jesus. We’re never going to make it out of the bed,” he said as he went down onto his knees beside the bed, yanking my body close until it was on the very edge.

  He rested my feet, still encased in my three-inch heels, on his shoulder, and then gave one leisurely lick of my overheated core. Then another. And another.

  He continued the pattern, until I was lifting my hips, urging him with my hips to do something other than that, when he thrust three fingers into me, making my body bow off the bed with the suddenness.

  However, he didn’t stop there, he continued to thrust his fingers, and attacked my clit with hopeless ferocity until I was ready to burst.

  Sadly, he stopped before I could tumble over the edge, bringing himself to his feet to watch my body continue to writhe and squirm on top of the bed.

  When my hand snuck down to finish the job he’d left, he growled, and moved both hands in one of his while he worked the zipper of his pants with the other. “Hold still, sweetheart.”

  Then his cock was kissing the entrance of my womb in one hard thrust. “Fuck, but I’ve been waiting too long for this.”

  “My hand just doesn’t feel the same.” I panted as he worked his thick cock inside of me.

  He stilled, glancing down into my eyes. “You’ve used your hand to get yourself off?”

  At my nod, he asked, “When?”

  “Every night when you were asleep.” I answered.

  “Where?” He growled against my lips.

  I smiled against his lips. “Right next to you. Every single time.”

  “Minx.” He snarled, and then plunged further into me, pumping his hips hard.

  The head of his cock was bumping up against my cervix.

  Usually it caused a little bit of discomfort when he’d do that so quickly, but today, I was so worked up, that anything felt good. “Yes, harder.”

  He ignored me, slowing down instead.

  The head of his cock pulled free of my clasping channel, reluctant to let him leave. He used the slickened head of his cock to rub against my overheated clit, running the length of himself through my labia.

  The feeling was exquisite, and I didn’t know if I wanted him to continue
what he was doing, or start fucking me again.

  “Please,” I cried, wanting him to give me that final push I needed to achieve orgasm.

  He ignored me again, continuing to work his heavy dick through my slippery folds.

  Then I cheated. On his next withdraw, I canted my hips and placed the palm of my hand right before my entrance, forcing his fat cock to tunnel deep inside me, causing us both to groan.

  “Cheater.” He panted, but didn’t withdraw again.

  No, instead, he worked his length deep inside of me in slow, deep pushes. Each plunge and withdraw brought me closer and closer to the pinnacle, to where I was sure with just one hard thrust, he would send me over.

  His pace never alternated though. Building up the pressure higher and higher.

  He controlled my hips with laughable ease, refusing to let me have any resistance that he didn’t want me to have. So I used the only other tool in my arsenal. My vaginal muscles.

  Everybody’s done kegals at some point in their life, tightening and loosening those muscles, testing the feelings, the way it made everything feel so super tight. Well, that’s exactly what I did. I clamped down on his cock, tightening the muscles of my core so tight that even my abdominals ached, and he exploded.

  Everything seemed to happen at once.

  My muscles clamped down, he groaned loudly, withdrew, and then slammed back home so hard that I swore I felt him deep inside my belly. He held off just long enough to feel me detonate, which lit his own fuse, causing him to explode only milliseconds after me.

  Hot jets of his semen filled me. So much so that he started seeping out of the side, and down onto the bed below our bodies.

  “Holy fuck,” he panted as he disengaged himself from me, dropping into a heap right beside me.

  I didn’t move much from my own position, only collapsing my elbows and laying my face flat against the cool sheets of our bed. “Your control sucks.” I panted.

  He groaned. “I wanted it to be special. I was doing good too until you used those muscles of yours, and then I was a goner.”

  “Yeah,” I agreed, and then promptly fell asleep, ass in the air and all.