by Tara Brown
I ignore his eyes, lowering my hand to my clit, rubbing it as I ride, taking all of him. It’s a lot—there’s no denying the pressure of him inside me is a lot—but it’s not too much. His hands eventually leave my hips, lifting and weighing my breasts. They’re more than he can hold now, slowly becoming porno boobs.
I speed up, rotating and breathing heavily into the rocking motion.
He lifts me and thrusts a little. I orgasm into him, lowering my head and groaning into his bare shoulder as he gives me a quarter of what he can. When he comes, he jerks gently.
“Oh my God, we did it,” he whispers as he finishes.
“I like you better as a beast,” I moan and sigh.
“When this is over, and you’re healed up, we’re getting a hotel room so he can’t hear the screaming, and I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think straight.”
“You’re an idiot. He’s a baby. He won’t remember the screaming.”
“Not the point.” He kisses my neck and shoulders. “I love you, so much.”
I sit back, still full of him in every way, and grin. “I love you too.”
“Mine.” He pulls me in for another kiss.
Chapter 35
The wedding day
August 26, 2016
Natalie
Liz cries for the eight hundredth time as we hurry to the entrance to the garden. “I can’t believe this. I just need to thank Sami one more time.” She sniffles and wipes her eyes delicately.
“No. Don't. You’re going to annoy her if you keep thanking her.” I regret saying it with the cameras on us, but it’s true.
Her sister wraps an arm around her shoulder and air kisses her cheek. “It’s fine. You've said thank you. She knows you’re grateful. Now are you ready?”
Liz sniffles and nods. “I am.” She straightens her Vera Wang custom dress that Sami had Vera come and make on rush. The style is reminiscent of the Victorian era, matching the regency castle. She could be in a Jane Austen movie, for certain. I actually feel like I’m on the set of Austenland.
“Let’s do this then.”
Lisle the wedding planner claps her hands softly. “Natalie, then you, then you, then you, and finally you, Liz. Your father is in the wings waiting for you.”
I wait for the cue and then start. I know I’m walking too fast when Sami scowls at me from the front of the wedding. I slow down, taking a breath and meeting the camera with my smile.
Brady’s shocked face when he sees me is worth every second of agony I’ve spent thus far in this miserable dress.
It’s lavender and the front completely squishes my boobs so they burst out the top, in regency fancy. I feel like a whore in it, and I don't even have big boobs like the other girls. But my smaller boobs are still all out there. All my business is on the streets for everyone to see.
The strain in Brady’s face, as I know he’s contemplating pulling his jacket off and covering me up, makes it worth it.
Sami’s eyes are all business. Her gaze flickers to the next girl, narrowing like she’s trying to send her a signal.
When I get to the end, I turn and watch Mike. His lips tremble like he might cry. Mitch and Brady and his brother are all standing next to him in regency suits and top hats. They’re handsome as a themed wedding party.
As the girls all come and stand next to me, the music changes and the march starts. Liz and her dad meet at the top of the aisle and come down together. She’s beaming, nervous and adorable. Mike’s trembling lip becomes full tears in his eyes as she gets closer. Their eyes meet and my heart melts.
Brady slaps Mike on the arm, squeezing.
Her dad kisses her and hands her off to Mike and the ceremony starts.
Brady’s eyes drift to mine as a lazy grin plays upon his lips.
They say their vows and we all cry when Mike can’t make it through his.
As the minister pronounces them man and wife and Mike removes his top hat to kiss his wife, Brady takes his off too and shelters their kiss so no one can see. He makes me laugh.
He drags at the front of his shirt and jacket, signaling me. I shake my head subtly, earning a glare.
As we leave, following the bride and groom, I take his arm, laughing when he leans down and whispers, “Holy fuck, Banks. You selling the goods now for ratings or what?”
“Maybe.”
We take the path of white flower confetti being thrown to the dark tunnels into the castle. He grabs my arm and pulls me into a crevice, kissing me. “Cover up.”
“I can’t, dick. You think I want my shit all out for everyone to see? It's the style of the dress.” I sigh and stroll off after the party so we can take photos.
“Fine, but later, when you’re still wearing it and we’re alone, I want that same shitty attitude.”
I flip him off over my back.
“I don't think that’s regency appropriate.” He mocks me, making me laugh again.
“You’ve been watching too much Austenland.” I turn and wait for him.
“Oh, I agree. Way too much. But you do the same thing every time with these movies. You start with the whole, ‘Oh, it’s an all-star cast. You know that funny actor you like, he’s in it. It’s a comedy, it’s more of a mockery, not even a romance.’ And then I watch the damn thing, not laughing the way you think I will at the unicorn pancake part.”
When he catches up, I grin. “But you get to play with my boobs while we watch so that must be something of a consolation prize.”
“I mean, it’s not exactly what I would call worth it, but it works.”
I slap him. “Not gentlemanly.”
He gives me the wicked rogue grin. “Maybe I’m more like the scoundrel who takes your virginity and makes you the ruin of your family.” He laughs and kisses me again.
“One day you’ll just admit the sparkles pancake unicorn part was funny.”
“Not likely. It’s the boobs that keep me coming back.”
“Even if they are a secondary prize?”
“Yes.” He wraps an arm around me and struts toward the wedding party. “We look like idiots prancing through this field in these clothes.”
“Maybe, but it's her dream wedding.”
“What’s yours?” His tone grows serious.
“I don't know. I never really thought about it before. I always believed what my mom said was important.”
“Think about it.”
“Why? You going to ask me to marry you, Brady?” I laugh but he doesn't.
“Maybe. Would that be so weird?” His eyes lose all the humor and gain a little pain.
“No,” I answer flatly. We don't play games like Matt and Sami. It’s something I like about him.
“No?” He grins, stopping me. “This isn’t me asking, I want to do it right. But think about what’s important to you. In case we have to decide.”
“Okay.” I nod, trying not to explode with joy.
He has the same expression on his face. I link my arm in his and contain my excitement. I don't even tell Sami. I just let it be all about Liz, because it is. It’s her day. Hers and Mike’s.
And in the end, it’s a wonderful day.
And not to sound like a dick, but it’s going to be an amazing show for our company.
Sami comes and hunts me down after the dancing starts. She has a wicked look in her eyes.
“Did you have sex?” I wrinkle my nose.
“I did.” She smiles wide. “I came and everything. And I wasn't alone.”
“Uhhhhh, who did you seduce?” I can’t help but glance down at the baby belly.
“It was Matt.”
“Really?”
“Yes! Is that so hard to believe?”
“Yes. How was it?”
“Awful and amazing. It was the worst sex we’ve had as a couple. He’s still terrified of touching the baby, which he can’t. I even drew him a diagram once, showing him how he couldn't touch the baby.”
“I know, he told Brady about it. Brady laughed and
said I was going to be lucky to get a break from sex after having the kid. He was serious.”
“I might need to borrow Brady,” Sami mutters, scanning the room.
“Let’s see how my pregnancies go. I might be willing to discuss a deal then.” We both laugh and turn to see two disgusted faces staring at us.
Matt gives Sami a beastly stare.
Brady shakes his head in disappointment.
“Oh my God.” Sami rolls her eyes. “You’re going to be shamed for a while for that performance earlier and you know it. It was brutal. We both know it was about twenty percent of what you’re capable of. I’m horny, Matt. I have needs.” She takes a deep breath and turns to Brady. “And you have done things no one is ever going to recover from, so don't act high and mighty about being loaned out for your dirty performance.”
We both laugh.
Brady laughs with us but Matt is still obviously unimpressed. “You have a baby in you. A baby we nearly lost.”
“We didn't. There was never any threat. For the love of God. Sometimes a girl just wants to get banged dirty and treated poorly.”
Brady agrees, “She has a point.”
Matt pinches the bridge of his nose. “I can’t right now. I don't have the strength to have this conversation.” He takes a deep breath and then glances at Brady while pointing at me. “I’ll get mine under control if you take care of yours before the camera crew catches some of this.”
“Absolutely.” Brady grabs my arm, giving me his best roguish grin. “I think we need to have a private word about renting my dick to your friends.” He chuckles and hauls me from the ballroom.
When we get into the candlelit hallway, it feels real. All we can hear is the distant sound of the party and the clicking of our own heels on the parquet floor.
Our reflections are eerie and hot. Me in my dress and him in his suit and top hat. He drags me to the private dining room and closes the door, clicking the latch. The room is dark, except for the light coming in the windows.
I back away, giggling as he comes toward me, looking terrifying as a shadow. He pulls me to him, kissing me hard and pushing me to my knees. He undoes his pants.
I giggle with nerves as he hauls out his already hard cock.
He pushes my face down on it, thrusting in my mouth. We both know I don't have the skills necessary to take it all so I use my hand to make up for that.
I suck with him thrusting into my face and gripping my hair that he’s tangled his hands in.
He pulls out, grabbing me by the arm and spinning me around, pushing me facedown on the antique dining room table.
He lifts my dress and spreads me wide open. The cold air from this part of the castle brushes against me, making me shiver as he drags his cock back and forth on my slit. He pushes himself in roughly, grasping my hips and positioning my ass. He reaches around, rubbing my clit as he thrusts short, hard thrusts.
Voices fill the hallway, people laughing. Someone knocks at the door, but he doesn't stop. He rubs my clit fast and lightly, making the perfect circular motion while still fucking me with the head of his cock.
My eyes close and my mouth opens as I dig my nails into the table, praying my gel polish doesn’t chip off as the orgasm builds in me.
“That's it, come for me.” He presses down, applying pressure on my pulsating clit as he starts real thrusts into me.
His body pumps into mine as my orgasm hits its peak.
“Oh God.”
“Not God, that's all me, baby.” He chuckles and puts his hands back on my hips, fucking me hard and then dragging forward, traveling my body while he continues to drive into me. His hands creep under me, cupping and squeezing my breasts, using them to pull me back to his pummeling.
When he comes, he groans, bending forward and kissing my back.
I breathe into the table, noticing the wetness from my drool.
“That was amazing.” He kisses my back again. “We’re keeping these outfits, right?” He chuckles.
“Yes, and you’re a pervert.”
“We both know you like it. You and your little freak flag.” He lifts me up and spins me around to kiss me. “We match, Banks. You need to face it. Dirty soul mates who just had a quickie on a table where people eat.”
He’s right. About it all.
Matt’s Epilogue
November 28, 2016
Matt
Pacing has become a thing for me. I think Natalie started it. Gran comes strolling over, handing me a coffee. “You need to just go in there, Nancy. You’ll feel better if you’re in there.”
“I can’t.” I don't want to explain.
“He got kicked out.” Brady laughs.
“She’s screaming in pain and they’re not doing anything to help her.” I say it like it’s not a hard concept to grasp.
“Oh honey, she’s gonna scream a lot more than that. That watermelon out of a lemon is an exaggeration. Most girls almost never stretch their vagina out to lemon size.”
I gag. My gran saying “stretch” and “vagina” makes me and Brady shudder.
Lori and Carson grimace.
Natalie laughs and nods at the door. “You want me to go in there, so she isn’t alone?”
“Actually, her mom went in,” her father says before I can. He’s beaming and excited about the whole thing. He likes me a little better since I got Sami to finally agree to marry me. Being a billionaire helps too.
Our heads all snap around as a scream comes tearing out of the room. It’s followed by a second one almost right away. My heart lands on the floor with a thud I swear everyone else can hear.
There’s silence after that.
I take a step toward the door. I don't know what I’ll do if she isn’t okay. This is the most terrifying experience of my entire life.
I swallow hard, not making a sound. Someone coughs from another waiting area, earning a scowl.
The door opens. Her mom is covered in blood. “He’s here!” she shouts. I rush past her, stopping in the doorway to the most horrific scene until my eyes land on my girl holding my son.
“We saved you the umbilical.” The doctor steals my attention and holds up the purplish blood-soaked cord and some scissors. I shake my head softly, imagining cutting anything from her body would likely kill me.
“Just wash your hands.” The nurse points at the sink. I rush over, cleaning myself again and then hurrying to Sami’s side.
One of her eyes is completely bloody. I barely see the baby for a moment, worried about her.
“I’m fine. I burst a blood vessel pushing. I’m fine, I swear.” She speaks slowly, like she knows I need her to. “Meet your son.” Tears fill her terrifying eyes as she hands over a tiny bundle. He’s so small that my hands eat him up when I lift him.
“Hello,” I whisper, my voice cracking.
I’m lost in his tiny face and eyes. Tears flood my vision, trying to block him out, but I blink them away, desperate to never lose focus on this face. Or hers.
Everything I need is here, in this room.
My heart is in my hands. My love for her swells.
The doctors talk to her about pushing again. She grunts and shouts, almost crying as she pushes hard and they tell her everything’s fine now.
“Is there a second baby?” My heart stops.
“No. Placenta.” The doctor holds up something unholy. I shudder and turn back to my son. My tiny Eli. He’s the king of the world.
“Isn’t he perfect?” Sami asks.
“Yes. Yes, he is.” I lean forward, sort of squatting so I can kiss her without moving him too much.
Sami laughs, wiping sweat from her forehead.
Her mother comes rushing over and hugs me, getting blood on the scrubs I’m wearing.
“Is my dad here?” Sami asks.
“Half of the Upper East Side is out there. Of course he’s here. And Nat and Brady. Everyone wants to meet him.”
“Well, let us get them both cleaned up and we’ll have everyone come to
her room.” The nurse smiles at me expectantly.
“I’m not leaving.”
“Okay, you don't have to. But we need to clean him up and get him all weighed and whatnot.”
“Oh.” I hold him tight to me for one more second before letting her scoop him up from my arms. She moves too fast, too confidently. It makes me uncomfortable.
“Matt.” Sami pulls me to her. “It’s okay.” She drags me down to her. I hug her, tightly, breathing for the first time in two hours.
“You’re okay,” I whisper. I tried to convince her to just have a C-section for peace of mind, but she wouldn't have it. “Let’s just adopt the next one.” I nod against her, noticing how much my hands are shaking.
“It’s usually the women saying that.” The nurse laughs.
“Next one?” Sami scowls. “You want more than one?”
“Yeah. Only children are weird. Look at you and Nat.”
She laughs and pulls me into her. “You’re an asshole.”
“I know.” I kiss her cheek. “But you’re stuck with me forever.”
“At least you can plan the wedding now.” Her mom chimes up from behind us.
“Yeah.” I sigh into Sami’s neck, still breathing her in. We’re both too exhausted to even fight with her mom about it.
Sami grips me. “Sorry you couldn't be here for it.”
“I’m not. I couldn't bear it. I couldn't fix it. I never want to see you in pain like that again.” I wipe her face and kiss it again.
“It’s over, Beast. You can calm down now.”
“I’ll calm down when we get home to the penthouse and you’re sleeping next to me.” I kiss her nose and smile. “You’re amazing. And he’s perfect.”
“Just like me.” She winks.
We laugh.
Once she’s cleaned up somewhat and Eli’s been bathed, the nurse gives Sami an expectant smile. “Time to get you up. You need a shower.”
“Okay.” She nods and tries to swing her legs over the bed, wincing.
“You’re going to be a bit sore and tight, just take it easy. Getting up and walking will help with that.
I’m panicking and trying to keep it inside as I help her off the bed. She stands like a newborn horse and stumbles clumsily to the shower. I walk with her, flicking on the light and helping her inside. I close the door as she removes the nightgown.