Montana Wedding Belles

by Eileen Green

  “Your father came to me when Heather was five and tried to buy my silence. I hadn’t told anyone who her father was, but he came to me to keep me quiet. I’ll be damned if your little girl of a wife calls my daughter a bastard. If the woman is offended by my daughter being fatherless, then the only one she can blame is you.”

  Matthew never imagined Gwen Bowers had claws, and by the looks on Andrew and Jake’s faces behind her, neither did they.

  Brian Hawthorne and two other state patrol officers were standing behind Gwen’s men, and everyone in the joint was watching them.

  “If you’re precious Peaches, who is only a year older than your daughter, is going to press charges,” Gwen continued. “Then I’m going to the papers to release the whole story. Your family name will be dragged through the mud, and I can guarantee you’ll lose business, the one thing that is most important to you. Now do not talk to my daughter ever again!”

  Dale Peters looked a bit dazed but a bit queasy also. Gwen was right. The man was more interested in his image than anything. He couldn’t get out of there fast enough, never looking around before he reached the door.

  A round of applause went up for Gwen, filling the large cavernous room. The woman who was to be his mother-in-law soon blushed at the appraisal. Matthew knew where Heather got it from.

  Heather got up and wrapped her mom in her arms. “God, I love you so much, Mom.”

  “I love you, too, sweetheart. You should know I would never let that asshole hurt you.”

  “I’m sorry I doubted you.” Heather released her mother and turned to Matthew. “I’m sorry I doubted that there wasn’t anything you could do either.”

  He pulled her to him and embraced her. “I would do anything to protect you. You’re my love, my life.” Looking around, he felt conspicuous. Lowering his voice, he whispered in her ear, “I want to make love to you, right now.”

  There was that blush he loved on her. She didn’t have to wear anything sexy, just the blush and that’s what he found arousing.

  “Gwen, I am so happy that you are Heather’s mother, and that you would stand up for her like that. I hope I never get on your bad side,” Matthew said nervously. “But I need to be with my fiancé right now.”

  He didn’t wait for a response. He would fight Jake and Andrew if they tried to hold him back. Luckily, Gwen smiled and gave him a wink.

  Matthew rushed from the Tipsy Tavern with Heather in tow. Knowing that his own family would be going back to the house soon, so when they were buckled in his truck, he headed for one of the motels down by the airport.

  It didn’t matter that they didn’t have luggage to check in with. He didn’t care what others thought of them when they rushed to their room. He wanted to be buried deep inside Heather, to show her that no matter what happened, he would love her until he died.

  Once the door was closed, Matthew had Gwen backed up to the door and his mouth covered hers.

  Moans escaped both of them as they worked at getting the clothes off the other person. Seams strained, buttons flew off, fingernails scratched skin. He loved that when they got together they were explosive.

  Matthew turned Heather and was pushing her backward toward the bed as his mouth made love to hers. When she couldn’t move back any farther, he pulled out of the kiss. Pulling the bedspread and sheet down, he turned to his lady love and lifted her onto the bed.

  “I love you, Heather Bowers.”

  “I love you, too, Matthew.” Heather spread her legs for him, and he climbed up between them.

  “I can’t wait to get inside you, so I apologize ahead of time for skipping the foreplay.” He really was sorry, but they had the room for the whole night. They could go slower next time.

  Heather wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his lips down to hers. “Shut up, and fuck me!” she ordered before she slid her tongue across his lips. Opening to her, she made love to his mouth this time.

  His cock was hard and throbbing, needing to be wrapped in her tight channel. At the moment, it was laying nestled between her hot plump lips. They were already wet with her cream. Her pussy was ready for him.

  Shifting his hips, it took only a moment before he was buried deep inside her.

  When he was inside her, her walls hot, wet, and fluttering, he knew he was home. She fit him like a glove, like she was made just for him.

  He moved his hips, pumping them so that he was moving in and out of her. He filled her, and left her nearly void. The mushroomed head moved across her g-spot with each pass, causing her hips to rise and a moan in her throat to sound.

  The more she responded to him with her body and her voice, the faster he went. He moved his hands down her sides and slid them under her derriere, holding her to him.

  Their mouths separated, and both breathed heavily. Heather moved her hands down his back, scraping her nails along his flesh. Her hands found his ass, and she squeezed hard.

  Tingling started in his lower back and was moving quickly through his groin. He had to get her to come also. Moving one hand, he slipped it between their bodies and then let his finger find her clit. He circled the tiny pearl as his balls began to draw up. His sperm boiled in them and it would only be a minute before he was shooting into her.

  He pressed on her clit harder as he circled it, drawing moans from her. Her hips gyrated against his while her head tossed back and forth on the bed.

  When he felt her walls flutter against him and then her hips slammed against his, her hands clutching him to her, he knew he couldn’t fight it any more.

  Fire shot from his balls, up his shaft, and out of the tip of his dick. He pumped into her as she keened out from her orgasm, her channel nearly strangling his cock to death. If he could choose to die a certain way, this was it.

  Chapter Seven

  The day was finally here! Heather had put so much time and effort into planning this magical day for her friends and mother.

  Dresses had been delivered the day before. Heather made sure what room to deliver them to, the privacy rooms for the clubs being utilized for dressing rooms for the brides.

  Heather made sure everyone’s dresses were the ones they had decided upon. The only discrepancy was her mother’s. There were two dresses under her mother’s name. Just like the cakes.

  She went ahead and put the two dresses in her mother’s room, and they would straighten them out once she got here.

  The caterers had been busy since they had arrived the previous morning. The rehearsal dinner had been a fun affair, toasts being offered, and embarrassing stories being told. Once the dinner was out of the way, the caterers got busy beginning to prepare the meal that would be served later this evening.

  Downstairs, Heather directed the event people where to put tables, decorations, sheets that acted as backgrounds and doubled as screens to hide the club’s special furniture. Lights were hung in strategic places for ambiance and dancing.

  Matthew was out back working on the bridge. The previous night, it was discovered that ice had formed on the painted wooden structure and the ladies were afraid they would slip since they would be wearing heels. He was tacking down white carpeting for safety.

  Augusta and her crew arrived at eleven with the cakes and cupcakes. Heather had tables set up for each bride, and Augusta had provided the stands and platters for the cupcakes, and the one-tiered matching cake sat at the top of the stand.

  The main cake sat on a table that could be wheeled out to the center of the tables when it was time to cut it.

  The atmosphere was magical. Twinkling clear lights hung from the ceilings, were wrapped around poles, and placed on the floor behind fluffy white cotton to resemble snow.

  Clear square vases sat on top of square mirrors on pedestals in the center of half of the tables. The water came up to about two inches below the rim and a floating candle sat waiting to be lit. Sprigs of baby’s breath stood in the water.

  On the other half of the tables stood light blue cone-shaped vases on round mirr
ors in the center. Floating lights sat near the bottom, white twigs painted white and sprinkled with glitter.

  White table clothes adorned each round table while clear chairs sat round them. There wasn’t going to be a seating chart since the friendship of the brides and grooms was intermingled.

  A forest of white tree twigs, lit with sparkling lights stood along the wall of movable windows except where the windows, or doors, if you wished to call them, were opened for the ceremony and for everyone moving in and outdoors.

  A bar sat off in one corner, the caterer providing a couple of bartenders. There were a couple of specialty martinis to go along with the wedding and the winter wonderland theme. Off to each side was a table set up over a rectangle pond.

  One table held a five-foot-high ice luge for hard liquor to be poured through if someone requested it. Snowflakes had been carved into it, and at the bottom had an eight-inch square cut out of it to fit glasses under the luge where the drinks would come out of.

  The other table held a fifteen-tiered ice sculpture, each tier cut to different heights. Curves were cut into the tiers, and at the top of each of them sat tealight candles. Around the bottom of it on the table sat ice cubes, to help keep the area cold. Heather felt sorry for the bartenders who had to work in the area, but it had to be done.

  Two special martinis were on the menu. One was a wedding cake martini that consisted of vanilla vodka, coconut rum, pineapple juice, and grenadine syrup. A dollop of whipped cream sat on the top of the drink. The other was a white chocolate snowflake martini. That one had vanilla vodka, white chocolate liqueur, white crème de cacao, half and half, lemon wedge to moisten the rim, and then sanding sugar to dip the edge of the glass in.

  Other drinks could be ordered, except mixed drinks that would require a blender. Everyone had decided no one wanted to hear that sound constantly going off when a drink was ordered.

  The kids had their candy bar, and the adults had one also. There was also going to be white chocolate covered strawberries dipped in glitter, and cherries dipped in white chocolate and little edible pearls scattered in the chocolate.

  This was truly a winter wonderland that the ladies had ordered.

  The aroma of food drew Heather into the kitchen. The menu called for steaks and chicken that were to be grilled. There were five grills set up out the side of the kitchen on a small patio. At this point, Heather couldn’t remember who brought four of the grills as one of them belonged to the club.

  The club had put in more sets of double ovens when it opened in anticipation of events such as this. The industrial-sized stove had been upgraded to two. The caterers were utilizing everything that was needing to be cooked onsite, although there was quite a bit that had been cooked before arriving.

  Whatever was left over would be stored in the large refrigerators to be used the next day. There needed to be a binding ceremony for the ménage groups, and the initial discussion had been to have it before the guests arrived for the wedding ceremony. However, the brides didn’t want to be seen in their wedding dresses before they walked down the aisle, so it was decided it would be held the next day.

  After verifying that everything was running smoothly in the kitchen and at the bar, Heather went into the lobby to make sure the decorations were to her liking there. The furniture had been moved upstairs into Anita’s office, and a wintery forest scene had been set up behind the table that held eight registration books for the brides. Actually, there was that ninth book.

  What the hell was going on? Nine registration books. Nine dresses. Nine cakes. Something odd was happening around her when she was supposed to be making sure everything ran smoothly.

  The brides had shown up around ten for makeup, hair, girl talk, and dressing. They were all upstairs now getting ready. Heather made her way up the grand staircase in the main area and followed the aroma of Glen’s cinnamon rolls into one of the private rooms. She was so hungry, but she knew if she ate anything, she would just throw up.

  The ladies weren’t in any of the rooms they were assigned to which was odd. Making her way down to the far end of the hallway, she found them in a room that wasn’t supposed to be used.

  The motif for the room was a ski lodge complete with a stone fireplace and log walls. The BDSM equipment had been covered with sheets.

  A makeup table and director’s chair had been set up in the room, with makeup cases and hair implements on the table top. A dress bag hung from a hook on the wall. The mysterious ninth dress.

  “Surprise!” Gwen said as she stood up from the chair. Four of the ladies were lounging on the king-sized bed and the other three were sitting on the hearth in front of the roaring fire.

  “What is going on?” Heather asked, exasperated.

  Gwen nodded at a woman with long black hair who was sitting on a chair in a corner by the bathroom. Heather hadn’t even noticed the woman when she had walked in.

  The lady unzipped the dress bag revealing a lace covered dress. The bodice was scalloped at the top but would still reveal the swell of breasts. A slit down the center for about an inch and a half would show cleavage. The arms were long-sleeved lace. Lace and a layer of tulle covered the dress from the bodice down to the bottom.

  Heather’s mother helped take the dress out of the bag and they turned it around so Heather could see the back side. A line of pearlized buttons ran down the back. The line of lace that went beyond the bottom of the dress would lead to a fantastic train.

  Confusion still reigned. “Mom,” Heather said as she looked at the dress. “What’s going on?”

  “Matthew wanted you to take part in the wedding you put together. He hoped you wouldn’t mind, and so do I. We all helped pick out the dress, and the cake.” Gwen was nervous for she talked quickly.

  “Wow. Augusta lied to me about the cake. She said you weren’t sure which one you wanted.”

  “It was a good lie, though,” Lyndee Dwyer said as she stood.

  The woman had asked all her friends if they wanted to share her wedding day, and she wanted to get married before the baby was born. Heather wasn’t sure what the petite blonde would look like this far into her pregnancy, and was surprised to see that she wasn’t that big.

  “Yes, it was,” Heather had to agree. She was still shocked. “I can’t believe Matthew did this.” Then she remembered the marriage certificate. “I can’t get married. I don’t have the paperwork.”

  Brooke smiled from the hearth. “There were the papers that you signed the other day from my lawyer?” she said. “One of them was the application, just hidden amongst the other papers.”

  Yes, she remembered those. Brooke’s lawyer was helping her with all the paperwork that needed to be signed before Heather began working for Brooke. It had been Brooke’s plan all along to offer a job to Heather in the marketing department, but she wanted her to work the wedding without any distractions.

  “Oh.” She wasn’t sure what else to say.

  “So,” Gwen began. “Are you going to get married today?”

  The exhaustion that had been working at Heather for the past few days dissipated. Excitement was taking its place. Tears filled her eyes at the thoughtfulness of all the women, and Matthew. Her heart was filled with love and happiness.

  Hugs were given all around as each of the women wandered back to their assigned rooms. Heather was assured that one of the event people would be taking over for her since she had done nearly everything that needed to be done.

  Two hours later, her hair and makeup had been done, and she had stepped into the dress. All the other ladies were ready to meet their future husbands at the altar, and they were all waiting on Heather.

  Fur lined capes adorned all the ladies, made for them by Gina. The garments would keep the women warm, except during the ceremony. Each of the women would have an attendant to help with bouquets and their capes since the women were acting as each other’s maid of honors.

  Each woman had a man that was walking them down the aisle. Lyndee had her
boss, John Drake, who came in from Denver, since her father was gone. Connor was walking Angela and his cousin, Siobhan, down the aisle.

  Andrew’s brother, Trevor was going to walk Gwen down the aisle, while Danny Newton was walking Anita. Lily had her brother, Jimmy, and Tanya and Brooke were the only two with their father’s still in their lives, and they would walk them.

  Heather wasn’t sure who would walk her down the aisle, but she was rescued from asking the question when Glen arrived in a suit and tie. “Will you honor me by letting me walk you down the aisle?” he asked with a smile.

  Again, the tears smarted behind her eyes. She didn’t want to let them flow for they would ruin her makeup. Hugging the man before her, she whispered in his ear, “You found a way to get in the wedding, didn’t you?”

  The man’s boisterous laugh filled the hallway as they walked toward the staircase. A traffic jam occurred at the stairs as each bride took it slow as they descended. Between long dresses, with trains, and heels that most of them weren’t used to wearing, it would just take a bit longer to get to their destination.

  The evening turned even more magical when snowflakes began to fall as the brides crossed the bridge and made their way to the man they were legally going to marry. The arches were lit against the darker backdrop of the night.

  * * * *

  His breath caught in his throat as he watched Heather walk over the bridge he had made. He wasn’t sure if she had accepted the early wedding gift he had given her, not until he saw her.

  She stood beside him as they said their wedding vows, her hands shaking as she held his. He had to hope it was from the excitement, or nervousness, and not because it was so cold.

  Once all the vows were said, the couples made their way back over the bridge and into the house. The doors were closed, to keep out the cold, but the lights remained on so that everyone could see the beauty outside.

  “Did I tell you that you look absolutely beautiful, Mrs. Campbell?” Matthew asked as they danced on the dancefloor that had snowflakes hanging down from the ceiling and lights shining on the floor.