Winter Wedding (Blythe College #5)

by Rochelle Paige

  “How about we make sure you FaceTime with Jackson and Kaylie the day of the wedding? It won’t be exactly the same as them being here, but we can try to do something so they’re still part of our day,” I suggested.

  I loved the way she cocked her head to the side as she thought about my idea. “I like it! I think it might help to be able to see them even if it’s through a screen and not in person. I think that, instead of coming to terms with my feelings about my mom and everything, I clung to your mom to make some of the pain go away. But I think I went too far with it, and now, we’re having a huge wedding here in your backyard with so many people attending and I feel like it’s all spinning out of control.”

  “And that’s it? The reason you’ve been so distant is the sadness over your mom and the stress of the wedding since my mom turned it into the event of the year?”

  “Yes. I swear I didn’t even realize I was pushing you away so much. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just let it all get to me and withdrew into my shell a little bit,” she explained.

  “I know your first instinct when you’re hurt or scared is to protect yourself by hiding inside your head, but I need you to let me in there with you too,” I said.

  “I promise to try, but if you ever feel like I’m shutting you out, please say something right away. It isn’t easy breaking a lifetime of habits, so I need your help when you see me slipping at it.”

  “Sounds like a deal to me,” I agreed. “Now, about the wedding… Is there anything you want to change? I know you think it’s too late, but it’s not. If there’s anything you don’t like, tell me and I’ll fix it.”

  She smiled brightly up at me, her expression clear of worry for the first time in weeks. “It’ll be fine. It’s only one week away, so it really is too late to change anything major. Yeah, it will be surrounded by hundreds instead of just our family and friends, but as long as I get to be your wife at the end of the day, then I’m happy.”

  “Fuck. You have no idea how much I wish you’d told me that in June.”

  “Why, so you could whisk me away to Vegas for a quickie wedding?” she teased.

  “I would have if I’d known that was even an option,” I said, meaning every word of it. “Then I could have spent all these months with my wife under me instead of my fiancée.”

  The mood between us shifted with my words. Alexa rubbed her thighs together before turning in my lap so she was straddling me.

  “How about you show me what you can do with me under you right now?”

  “I have a better idea. Why doesn’t my fiancée show me what she can do on top of me instead?” I dared her. “Last chance for us to have chair sex out in the open before everyone starts descending upon us until we leave for our honeymoon.”

  “Chair sex, huh?” she asked in a throaty tone of voice. “I think I could get behind that plan.”

  I watched as she rose up on her knees so she could wiggle her hips and move her skirt out of the way. She fumbled with my belt and zipper, freeing my cock from the confines of my pants with a determined glint in her eye. Before I realized her intention, she gripped my cock with one hand and sank down on top of me until I was deep inside.

  “I want your shirt off too,” I growled. “Need to taste your nipples.”

  “No,” she denied me. “I didn’t lock the door when I got home and someone could come over at any minute. There isn’t a chance in hell I’m pulling off your cock until you make me come, so don’t even think about stopping now.”

  “Alexa,” I groaned at the desperation in her voice.

  “You wanted to fix something for me. Fix this! I need to come so bad, Drake. Please,” she begged.

  Hearing her pleading with me for her release pushed me close to the edge of my restraint. I could feel it start to shred as she moved on top of me, slamming herself up and down frantically, already out of control. She was so wet that I could feel the dampness on my pants. The smell of her arousal hit my nose as she grabbed my hair to pull my head closer to hers for a kiss.

  Our mouths mimicked the fucking we were doing, our tongues fighting for dominance as I gripped her hips in my fists and tried to control her movements. On each downward stroke, she ground against me until I felt my cock tip nudge against her cervix. I knew she was going to feel it in the morning, but she was so far gone that she didn’t seem to care about the bite of pain she must have been feeling.

  “Come for me,” I urged as I felt her walls tighten around me like a vise.

  “Not without you,” she whimpered and did that thing where she contracts around me, pumping my shaft in pulses.

  “Fuck.” I felt a tingle in my spine that radiated to my balls. “Wanted to make it last.”

  “And I want it hard and fast,” she countered.

  I took her at her word and hammered up into her body over and over again. Our hips slammed against each other, and I could hear the slapping of our skin as we made contact.

  “You first,” I insisted right before I moved my hand so I could reach her clit and rubbed it in circular motions.

  Her pussy clamped down immediately and fluttered around me as she came. She collapsed against my body as I surged upward one last time and planted myself deep inside as I let go too. Jets of semen spurted from my cock, leaving us with a mess when I finally lifted her off me and onto her unsteady feet.

  I grabbed a napkin from the table and cleaned us both off before picking her limp body up and carrying her to our room. I hadn’t cooked the meal, so there wasn’t much to clean up. It could wait until morning. Getting my girl to bed couldn’t.

  chapter 2

  Alexa

  After I slept well for the first night in ages, morning rolled around quickly, and it was almost time for Aubrey to arrive. When I heard the car pull up in the driveway, I threw the door open and ran outside. As soon as she stepped out of the car, I gathered Aubrey to me for a hug and never wanted to let go.

  “I’m so glad you’re finally here!”

  “Me too. I’ve missed you so much. We’ve never spent so much time away from each other,” she whispered in my ear. “Not since we met back in kindergarten.”

  “But now you have a life to build with Luka in Chicago and I have one here with Drake,” I sighed before stepping away.

  “We just need to take advantage of that pilot’s license of yours once you get past the wedding so you can come visit more often,” she said. “FaceTime and Facebook just don’t cut it all the time. Sometimes, I miss your real face and need that instead. And not just for things like bachelorette parties!”

  The last time I’d seen Aubrey was when we’d both flown back to our hometown so she could throw my bachelorette party. Old friends from high school and college joined us for a fun night on the town, including our roommates Faith and Natalie from junior year. I spent the night drinking, dancing, and listening to them complain about how there were no good men left after Aubrey and I had snapped up Drake and Luka.

  We spent most of the time at The Rooster’s Nest, and Kaylie made sure we got the best service possible since she used to bartend there. She kept ordering me shots with crazy names, which was terribly unfair because I couldn’t get my revenge since she was pregnant. By the time the night was over, we were all trashed and Kaylie had to call Jackson to help get everybody home even though we’d hired a limousine. It was probably the best part of the whole wedding process so far because I didn’t have to lift a finger except to knock back some drinks. Although I did draw the line at wearing that ‘suck for a buck’ shirt Aubrey had brought with her.

  I tipped the driver and thanked him as he removed her luggage from the trunk before getting back in the limo and driving away. When I turned back to Aubrey, I saw the telltale twinkle on her ring finger as she reached down for one of her bags.

  “Ohimgod!” I shrieked, snatching her hand up so I could see the ring. “You’re engaged! You didn’t tell me Luka proposed. Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Because you haven’t given m
e a chance to yet,” she giggled. “I’ve barely said hello.”

  “So what happened? How did he ask?” I demanded. “You have to tell me everything!”

  “Help me haul all this to my room and I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” she promised.

  I grabbed two bags, practically ran for the door, and raced up the stairs. Aubrey wasn’t far behind me, and I slammed the door shut as soon as she entered the room.

  “Okay, spill.”

  She threw herself onto the bed and heaved a deep sigh. “It was so romantic. Almost like something out of a movie,” she began with a dreamy look on her face, her eyes staring up at the ceiling and a goofy grin spread across her lips. “Luka was so upset that he couldn’t come early with me, but since he just got that promotion last month, it was impossible for him to take the whole week off.”

  “Yeah, yeah. C’mon. Get to the good stuff,” I urged.

  “Well, he insisted upon taking me to the airport this morning. O’Hare is always a mess, so he dropped me off at the door and had a skycap check in my luggage. I was halfway through the security line when my cell phone started to ring with a call from him. I thought he was just checking to make sure everything was going smoothly, but he told me I’d forgotten something important and he’d bring it inside.”

  “You never forget anything. You’re too organized for that,” I pointed out.

  “I tried to ask him what it was, but the call disconnected, so I stepped out of line. I was dreading the idea of starting all over again when Luka came rushing up,” she said.

  “And then?” I asked.

  “He took my hands in his, dropped to one knee, and told me I’d forgotten to promise to be his forever and asked if I would marry him. That he couldn’t let me get on the plane without knowing I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.”

  “Wow,” I sighed.

  “Yeah. I was so surprised that I didn’t even remember to answer until people surrounding us started yelling encouragement,” she giggled.

  I could practically picture it in my mind, and she’d been right when she’d said that it was like a scene from one of those sappy movies she liked to watch all the time.

  “So it’s safe to assume you said yes?”

  “Of course I did,” she huffed. “And I bawled my eyes out when he told me he’d bought the ring months ago and was just waiting for the right time to ask. Then he apologized for messing up and not giving me the romantic proposal of my dreams.”

  “Are you ever going to clue him in and let him know he nailed the proposal perfectly?” I asked.

  “Sure,” she answered. “Sometime in the next fifty years or so.”

  We giggled like we used to when we were little girls and stared down at the rings on each of our fingers.

  “We get to trade places next time. You’ll be the bride and I’ll be the maid of honor.”

  “I don’t know. Maybe Luka and I will just skip the big wedding thing and elope in Vegas or something.”

  I laughed at the idea of Aubrey agreeing to elope. “After all the times you talked me into playing wedding, there’s no way I can see that happening.”

  “Well, let’s see how hard this wedding stuff is when we aren’t playing make-believe and I’ll let you know later,” she said. “From the sound of our last call, I expect there’s a list a mile long of things we still need to do.”

  Truer words had never been said. After Aubrey unpacked and we had a quick bite to eat, we tackled the big items on my to-do list. After six hours, our mad dash of errands was finally coming to a close. We’d already stopped at the florist, the bakery, and the salon. My hair was swept into an up-do I loved and my makeup was done. And now, it was the moment of truth—time to try on my wedding dress. Drake’s mom, Grace, met us at the store so she could try on her dress as well since it needed to be hemmed.

  I stepped into the gown, and the seamstress, Jennifer, helped me with the laces in the back. The alterations seemed to have worked because the fit in the bodice was now perfect. Locking my eyes with Aubrey after leaving the dressing room and moving to the mirrors, I noticed the stunned expression on her face as she saw me in my wedding gown for the first time. She hadn’t been able to make it out when I’d gone shopping for it, so Drea had come with me instead. Grace was nowhere in sight right now, so this moment was just for the two of us.

  The dress was unlike anything I ever expected to wear in my life. When Drea had talked me into trying it on, I’d only agreed so she’d leave me alone. But the moment I saw myself in this dress I fell in love with it. It was ivory silk organza with a natural waist and an embroidered lace overlay over the bodice that flowed into long sleeves. The combination of skin and lace on the illusion neckline made me feel beautiful and sexy. Then when the sales lady explained the dress had been inspired by Grace Kelly’s wedding gown, I knew I had to have it.

  “Lexi!” Aubrey exclaimed. “You look so beautiful. The pictures you sent were great, but they still didn’t do the dress justice. It’s like it was made for you.”

  “It really is perfect, isn’t it?” I sighed as I turned this way and that to see myself from different angles.

  “Yes, it is,” she agreed. “For a girl I usually have to force into a dress practically kicking and screaming, you sure went all out on this one.”

  “Because she had to,” someone said nastily. “Although you can dress up a pig as much as you’d like, but everyone still knows it’s a pig—lipstick and all.”

  I locked eyes with Sasha in the mirror before turning to face her. Seeing Aubrey take a step forward in anger, I grabbed her arm to hold her back. Then I shook my head when she turned and gave me an exasperated look. Stepping in front of Aubrey, I confronted Sasha myself. This was a battle I needed to fight on my own.

  “Go away,” I growled. “You aren’t going to ruin anything else for me ever again, so you might as well just leave now before you make a fool of yourself.”

  She flipped her long, blond hair over her shoulder before replying. “Oh, please. I’m not the one who’s making a fool of herself. You are if you think people are going to accept you around here just because you’re marrying into the Bennett family. They can dress you up so you look the part, but you’ll never be accepted as one of us.”

  “You can take your acceptance and shove it,” I retorted. “I don’t need it. I’ll take Drake as my husband instead and you can just keep on being a bitter, spoiled little rich girl.”

  “He may be marrying you this weekend, but don’t think for a minute that means he’s going to be yours forever. It doesn’t take much for men like him and Jackson to stray.”

  “Whatever,” I scoffed. “I have no worries about Drake straying, and Jackson isn’t going anywhere. Not with his ring on Kaylie’s finger and his baby in her belly.”

  Sasha paled at my words before her eyes narrowed and her chin lifted. I might have felt bad for her and her unrequited feelings for Jackson if she weren’t such a bitch.

  “Fine,” she huffed. “Maybe Kaylie will be able to hold on to Jackson because she managed to get knocked up, but that doesn’t mean you’ll hold Drake’s interest forever. Unless this is a shotgun wedding too?”

  “You know this ring has been on my finger for a year and half, Sasha,” I reminder her, waving my fingers in her face. “The only way this could be a shotgun wedding was if I were a freaking elephant.”

  “Get your fingers out of my face!” she shrieked, pushing my hand away.

  “Oh hell no,” I heard Aubrey say as she tried to push past me.

  Reaching my arms out, I pushed both girls back and away from each other.

  “You can’t push me,” Sasha hissed, grabbing the sleeve of my dress and pulling.

  The second I heard the sound of tearing fabric, a red haze settled over my vision.

  “You bitch!” I snarled before throwing a right hook that connected with her face. I watched her drop, blood spurting from her nose, and was about to step forward when Grace inte
rvened.

  “Enough,” she said sternly. “Alexa, go change out of your gown so they can see how much damage has been done.”

  “But—” I sputtered before she interrupted me.

  “Go. We don’t want you to get any blood on you, because I have no idea how they’d get the stain out of that material,” she said, shooing me away with her hands.

  Aubrey stepped to my side and pulled me towards the dressing room, but I stopped because I wanted to know what Grace was going to say to Sasha. My fear was that she was angry with me over this confrontation and it would damage our relationship. Luckily, it was a fear that she quickly put to rest.

  “Let’s get you up,” she sighed before reaching down to help Sasha onto her feet as Jennifer brought some tissues over.

  “She broke my nose!” Sasha cried. “I’m gonna call the police!”

  “No, you’re not,” Drake’s countered. “Because then Jennifer, Aubrey, and I will all have to tell them that you started the fight.”

  “But that would be a lie,” she argued. “I didn’t start the fight. I never even hit her.”

  “Your mother will be so disappointed in you when she hears about this stunt. You chose to interrupt what should have been a happy day for Alexa and turned it into something horrible. You smacked her hand away and pulled on her dress. You damaged it for God’s sake. I saw you. I heard every single word you said. What the hell were you thinking?”

  I was as stunned as Sasha appeared to be to learn that she’d listened to our entire exchange.

  “I… You… We…” she stammered.

  “The whole thing, Sasha,” she stressed. “At first, I thought I must have been imagining things because there’s no way the girl I know would have done something like this. By the time I realized you truly were attacking my daughter-in-law in a bridal shop while she was trying on her dress, you were on the ground bleeding. Needless to say, your behavior means there’s no way you or your family will be at any of the wedding events this week.”