“All right that’s enough from me; please remember to wish them well. Oh and when the dollar dance comes around, don’t be stingy… it’s a five, ten, twenty, fifty or a hundred dollar dance… they aren’t strippers… anymore. Just Kidding!”
As soon as the DJ announces the first dance for the Bride and Groom, I take my chance and pull Brie to the side knowing that we have until Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat finish singing Lucky and Just the Way You Look Tonight ends for the Father/Daughter Dance. Making our way through the reception hall with my hand at the small of her back, I direct her into a side conference room and close the door. Somehow, I thought this navigation would be easier, but every Tom, Dick, and Fucking Harry felt the need to say hello and compliment the gorgeous woman holding their attention. Finally, the quiet click of the lock sounds eliciting a stream of giggles to pour out her pouty lips.
“This is not a giggling matter Miss Sava.” I state impassively before pulling her into my arms. “I really need a minute of your time.”
“Jase, we both know your stamina goes for far longer than a minute, why I’m shocked you didn’t go all cave man and toss me over your shoulder after the fifth interruption on the way back here. So, tell me why must you set me up for disappointment with that leading statement?” She asks with a teasing grin.
“Oh no, you don’t get that, you lost your chance. What I want…” I begin to tell her but instead crash my lips down to hers, my hands cupping her face. I pour my thoughts into the moment because sometimes with Brie, less is more. “I needed that,” I smirk pulling away.
“You can’t just… ooooh… ugh,” she stammers.
“Let’s get back; the wedding party dance should be soon.”
“Dick, such a fucking dick.” She laughs following me out of the room huffing her frustration.
Grabbing her from around the waist and pulling her back plush against my chest, I lean down and gruffly whisper into ear, “Sometimes your little games backfire, Ellie.”
“Yeah,” she whines as she rotates hers hips against my already hardening cock knowing exactly what she’s doing just before trying to pull away. “But you forget, I’m so good at it baby, oh shit, do you hear that, they are announcing our dance.”
“God Dammit, Brielle Dawn!” I growl holding her against me and nipping the bare skin at the base of her neck. “We need to have a serious conversation about… about something.” I stammer trying to tame the ever-growing beast below.
“Hmm, okay. You remember that one time in Miami I put on that lacy white negligee?”
“You are so fucking incorrigible,” I laugh, spinning her around. “Payback is a bitch.” Releasing her waist, I gently push her away holding her at arm’s length by the shoulders; staring at the doorframe thinking of my accident a few weeks ago replaying the whole event over and over until my body simmers and a knock against the outer wall brings me out of my reverie. My gaze locks with a still smirking Brielle, and I can’t help but wonder what the hell she is pondering.
“No time for your antics, we have wedding duties to attend. You’re a terrible Maid of Honor.”
“You are a horrible Best Man, hauling me from the reception like a sex crazed lunatic,” she laughs as we make our way to the dance floor hand-in-hand.
“Ladies and Gentleman, if you’ll cast your attention back to the dance floor, Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs’ would like to introduce you to their nearest and dearest friends for the bridal party dance.”
I pull Brielle into my arms just as the first chords to Kiss Me Slowly begins to filter through the sound system, her arms loop and lock around my neck as she finds a resting place on my chest. Within moments, our rhythm is found and I find myself singing while staring directly into her dark brown eyes.
“I love this song,” she whispers up to me.
“I love you, Ellie.” I murmur into her gaze. Her breath hitches, her eyes close, and the grips of her hands that are now wrapped around my back tighten. Dropping my mouth to her ear, I repeat the simplest, yet most important words my girl will ever need to hear no matter if she wants to believe it or not, “I love you, Ellie.”
“Are you sure?” she whispers, her voice quivering as the music continues.
“Kiss me,” I demand, “slowly.” When she shakes her head no, I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilt her head, and align her face to mine until she opens her eyes – her beautiful chocolate eyes wet with tears and the sweetest smile tugging on her perfect mouth. “Kiss me.”
“I love you,” she smiles against my lips before deepening the kiss, “moster than mostest!” Her last words and loud giggle when she pulls away captures the attention of most of the bridal party setting everyone into a fit of laughter although no one had a clue what moment they had just been a part of. Pulling me close to her she laughs again through her words, “I’ve been dying to say that for forever!”
“Just remember who said it first,” smirking I begin to pull away. “I still owe you, Sava.”
“Braydon… I might need your help later.” Brielle laughs loudly as the song shifts, we all make our way off the dance floor, and the line begins to form for the dollar dance.
“What in the fuck is he going to be able to assist you with?” I laugh and bear hug her from behind catching Braydon v-line in the opposite direction. “I think he’s busy anyway,” I say nodding toward his direction.
“Huh, I think that’s the baby whisperer. Anyway… what was that we were talking about out there?”
“Hmm?” I hum against the tan naked shoulder offered to me. “The part about I love you or the part where you didn’t run away or maybe the part where I can’t wait to fuck you senseless in room 758?”
“Oh Christ, fuck. All of them?” She groans, throwing her head back into my chest.
“Ahem, excuse me. Sorry to interrupt.” Chase stammers before clearing his throat and speaking again. “Brielle, do you have a moment?”
“Sure, what’s up?” She replies just like he’s an old friend, no qualm or question of the tension hanging in the foyer. “Chase?” She asks again, her brow raised in question.
I suppress the laugh bubbled in my throat, the site has got to be amazing from an outsider’s perspective. A gorgeous woman being held very possessively yet adoringly by a rather stunning and charming young man, and then there is this silly oaf standing across from them staring them up and down as if they are a double headed freak show. All right fine, I take it back… kind of – I am sure it’s difficult being in his position; however, his date is literally right beside him.
“Oh yes,” he shakes his head as if to find his words and glares at me before looking back at her. “I just wanted to say, I’m sorry for before. I’m not sorry to the jackass behind you, but I am sorry to you. Also, Isaac has asked to see you a few times, so if you wouldn’t mind, maybe sparing a few moments?”
“Um, thank you for the apology,” she says calmly. “Jase is a jackass, I would refrain calling him that to his face because if you don’t recall he likes to hit yours… with his fist. But anyway, let’s let bygones be bygones and tell little Isaac I will see him at brunch tomorrow morning.” With a smile, she elbows me in the stomach and moves toward the elevators. “Nice to see you Alison.”
“You too, Brielle.” The pretty little redhead yells back.
Have you seen the movie, Fifty Shades of Grey, read it? You remember the elevator scene? Elevators, with Jase, in a suit… holy hit the emergency stop button and fuck me against the side panel, Great Scott. I have died and gone to hell! And fuck me a million ways ‘til Sunday I think I love it there.
“Keycard,” Jase pants against my neck as he hoists me up wrapping my legs around his waist, hiking my dress at the same time, the cool breeze of the hall we just stumbled into from the elevator briefly grazing my bare skin before the material fell back into place.
“Got it,” I gasp, thrusting it in the air as if I’d just won a marathon as my back smashes into the door. “Fuck Hulk, gentle.” I chastis
e before laughing as I fail to unlock the door twice more before the green lights finally trigger and the door unlatches without protest.
“I love you.”
“I love you, but I’d love you more if you’d shut up and stick your dick in my… FUCK that hurt,” I scream.
“I’m about to shove my cock in your mouth if you don’t shut it,” he laughs and steps around the island he just walked me into, kissing me into oblivion, kicking his pants off as he carries me toward the bedroom of the suite.
“You’re such a sweet talker,” I taunt before pulling him down to the bed where he tossed me by his tie. “You’re lucky I like you.”
“Mhmm,” after loosening his tie and removing every stitch of clothing, I lie there and admire the amazing planes of his abdomen, the bulges of his arms, the ridges in his legs. Sweet peaches, he is just as perfect outside as he is inside, and he loves me… wait, what’s that look?
“Brielle?” He muses, crawling up my body planting slow sensual kisses alternating up my inner legs to the apex of my thighs. Pausing, he poses another question hovering over my sex, “what happened to the condoms in this drawer?”
“Oh, used them for a gag, get the others. Please,” dragging my nails roughly up the contour of his defined back, I continue to rock my hips once our eyes meet. His eyes full of life and playfulness. “Please, J. Don’t stop. Keep going.”
“This is nothing new,” he teases stroking his engorged cock head at my slickened slit. “No condom, no sex.”
“Nooo,” I cry, thrashing my head side to side as a distraction as I buck my hips for further contact. Skin on skin contact, something we have not done since we were in high school being stupid kids, but this… this feeling is exquisite, unimaginable closeness; our bodies still and I find his eyes locked on mine. Our gaze unwavering, chests heaving. We are only separated by the turquoise material of my dress over my chest until he moves, pulling the dress over my head, plunging farther into me.
“Ellie,” he croons.
“I love you,” I smile pulling his face to mine. “Make love to me Jase, just love me.”
“I have been for months, Ellie.” Resting my hands on each side of his face, I smile.
“Yeah, but you were being safe and protecting me, us both. I want to feel you, all of you. Make me feel alive in every way, right now, not just most of them. We know the risks, but we also know the likely outcomes. Please, make me feel like me again, the me I know I can only be with you.”
The pads of his thumbs brush away my tears as his body begins to move again – our rhythm a sonnet of two lovers reconnected after decades of absence urgent yet gentle, soaking up every single moment, sharing sensual kisses and caresses while paying close attention to each murmur and moan.
“I love you,” he whispers, coming apart only after ensuring I had moments before. Right now cocooned beneath him, I feel whole again, alive, my heart is racing, and I’m happier than I have been in years. It’s not the sex, it’s not the confession of love because let’s be honest – it’s been there we just haven’t said it out loud. I just gave him my trust – the power to help me feel alive, and the fuck if that’s not more important than my heart.
“I know.”
“What in the actual fuck?” Jase grumbles and the loud percussion continues outside our door.
“I will murder the bastard.” I laugh groggily knowing it is one of the groomsmen showing their not so appreciative gratitude toward Hannah and my gifts we left in their rooms today.
“What did you do?” Jase growls sitting up and pulling on the shorts from the floor. “I’d suggest you put some clothes on before I open the fucking door, fucking bullshit it’s three in the morning.”
“Holy hell gramps, calm your tits. Maybe they brought condoms.” I snark back at him and throw on one of his tank tops over the spandex booty shorts I pulled on after our sexless shower.
“Listen smartass, just because we took advantage of one incredibly amazing, sexy as fuck moment, which I would not change for anything, does not mean we will continue to do it. We will be safe because your health is our priority. So, pout all you want… no condom, no sex. You want this beast; you can have him… in your mouth.” Saying nothing else, he laughs and opens the door and in stomps Derek, Max, Braydon, Lucas, Hannah, and Carter. Jase’s laughter ceases at the exact moment Hannah and mine erupts.
“We interrupting something here?” Hannah giggles, making herself comfortable on the couch.
“Yes actually. My sleep.” Jase yawns.
“Nope, that was why we left the reception.” Sashaying toward my bestie, I plop down next to her and rub her belly. “Hey lil’ munchkin, why are you awake.”
“These assholes woke me up, so I decided we would come wake you up, too.” Carter groans.
Once everyone is in the living space of the suite, drink in hand, well Hannah and I are drink-less but I am presuming that’s because we are “in trouble” for something. Suddenly it dawns on me; they all discovered they are missing their condom stashes. Hannah and I raided the hotel rooms when the guys were having their photos taken; this is why we aren’t to be left unattended. Because Hannah has all the rooms booked her name, she was able to get an access key, and because Jase has me on his account, I was able to access Lucas’s room. Fuck… we are in trouble. They were quick to need those sperm jackets. Then again, so was I a few short hours ago.
“So…” Hannah and I titter.
“Whaaaaaat?” Brielle whines, her head buried beneath the pillows.
“It’s time for brunch, get your swimsuit and that cover wrap thing on,” I yawn, throwing her garments onto the bed next to her head. “Perhaps if you and your best friend would have thought through your little plan better, we wouldn’t have had hoodlums in our room until only a few hours ago.”
“Listen, we kept unplanned babies from being born.”
“Condoms do that too, smartass.”
“Uh, yeah but then we wouldn’t have had a giant sleepover and,” peering out from the pillow, I am rewarded with the brightest smile plastered to her sleepy face. “I had a really good time, we all did.”
“Mhmm, we did.” I agree while pulling the covers away from her body and planting kisses over her bare skin. “Now, let’s go.” I repeat after making my way to her lips. “We’re late.”
One more kiss and she is up and moving. Once everyone left after the sun came up this morning, well everyone except Lucas who is still snoring on the sofa that is, Brie and I snuggled in bed, only managing a hour or so of sleep after finally dozing off after the millionth yawn into our lengthy conversation of trying to start a family of our own… what she’d look like with a gorgeous little bump and weird cravings of bananas and Froot Loops. Then the conversations shifted to adopting a toddler from Fiji while on our hypothetical honeymoon in three years. A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth, thinking of why three years and why a toddler, but putting the pieces of her puzzles together it makes sense… Hannah’s baby will be a toddler and by then she can determine if her little bundle will need a best friend or a future spouse.
“Hey,” she muses from the bathroom door. “Maybe I should wear the one piece?”
“No, you look perfect.” I waggle my brows, looking her over then motion for her to twirl around and she does. “Oh fuck.”
“What?”
“Nothing,” I laugh and cross the room and gently rub the deep red line marring her mid-back. “Does this hurt?” I ask and she flinches, I guess so.
“No dickface, it feels awesome. I told you to be gentle.” Her words pour out in laughter, thankfully, soothing my racing heart because the last thing in this life I’d ever want to do is hurt Brielle. She hurts enough from things neither she nor I can control.
“Good, let’s go. Oh, by the way, you look sexy as fuck in that promo gear.” I smirk, scooping her into my arms and resting her ass and backside onto the dresser in the bedroom of the suite. “So sexy, I really wish two smartass women didn’t hijack all the
condoms so I could have my way with you.”
“We’re late, and Lucas is staring at us.” she snorts and laughs louder as I fake gnaw on her neck.
“I like an audience,” I laugh pulling her into a hug and sliding her down the length of my body. “You owe me…”
“Blow job. After brunch. You pick the place, I pick the pace,” with the pop of her lips she sashays out of the room, not a second thought about the question she had initially asked about, the bikini. The bikini that shows her scars, the one-inch barely noticeable marks on her flawless skin. That’s right, it’s flawless with the scars; they tell a story, the story of her daily struggle. She’ll get it one day, and until that day comes, I’ll remind her of the beauty.
“Lucky fucker.” Lucas bitches, following us out the hotel room.
“Dude, go shower before joining us for brunch.” Brie mock gags and shoves him down the hallway before tying her teal and neon pink cover wrap around her.
“Yes, mom.”
“Gross.” I grimace. “But, fuck you’re gorgeous.” I smile pecking Brie on the cheek when she laughs loudly in the now empty hallway.
“Let’s make sure Han and Carter aren’t waiting for us, kay?”
“Whatever you want.”
The hotel didn’t disappoint setting up for brunch; there’s enough food here to feed a small army but then again there are twenty of us and knowing half of these people, the food will be gone within the hour. Hannah and Brielle finally join the group about twenty minutes after everyone else, and it looks like they’ve visited the hotel gift shop… again.
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