With This Ring, I Thee Bed

by Alison Tyler

  Nick’s double came toward me, smiling. He leaned in, pushing me gently in the chest with tented fingers so I sat down almost against my will in the red, crushed velvet, padded chair. “So, bride-to-be, would you like a lap dance? Can I dance just for you?”

  “N—” I stopped myself. Was this what Nick meant? Surely not. He wouldn’t want this person gyrating all over me days before we got married. I was still recovering from Blake’s hot kiss! And all the bits of me south of my border had not recovered at all. My pussy still ached, my nipples still rose indignantly inside my lace bra and my head was still swimming. And now the sexy doppelganger from hell was in my face, wanting to shake his moneymaker to the beat. For me! “Yes.” I sighed.

  He grinned. “Good girl,” he said, sounding so much like my man. He pressed his body close to mine, hovering but not touching my lap. He was huge, and if he sat on me…what would happen? Would I get squished, broken or worse… God…horny? Too late! I was horny already. Completely turned around and backward and confused. That was how I felt. But I also felt this big, strong, warm man dancing so close to me that his chest brushed my hard nipples through the thin fabric that separated us. But just barely. His fingers grazed my hair, so soft that at first I thought I had imagined it. The tips trailed along the lines of my body but never really touched me. It was as if he was stroking the air above my skin. I felt the tingle of his energy and the heat baking off him in waves as he moved ever so slowly, like something wild and dangerous. “Jesus,” I said, not thinking.

  “Close. Jess. Nice to meet you, missus. You are the one to be wed?”

  I could only nod as some very minuscule part of him touched some minuscule part of me, but only for a fraction of a heartbeat. Not long enough to draw a breath or register a location. All of me tingled and shook. All of me wanted to get up, go find Nick and fuck him until he forgot his name. “Yes,” I managed to reply. That seemed to be my word for the night.

  “He is a lucky man,” Jess said. I picked up the soft, slight and nearly unnoticeable cadence of some foreign accent. His dark hair slid into his eyes and he grinned, his fingers dancing along the contours of my face, one fingertip barely touching my lips. Just long enough for my heart to stall and my cunt to twitch. I needed to get laid. Like…yesterday.

  “Time for the bride to come up and say a few words!” It was the commanding voice of the MC. And just like that, Jess was gone, and I was in the chair alone, shivering, a horny, mussed-up bride-to-be. I rose as gracefully as possible, trying not to blink and strain to see in the weird lights. I stumbled forward with an urgent intent to listen.

  My phone gave another jumping buzz and I opened it.

  “Don’t say ‘say yes’ again!” I hissed. “I need you. Badly. So, just don’t say it. Got it?”

  Nick’s almost malicious chuckle made the hair on my neck raise up and wave. “Okay. I’ll say just do what she says then.” And he hung up. He. Hung. Up.

  Damn!

  With the help of the mistress of ceremonies, now done up in royal purple with a pinup-esque hairdo, I stood on stage as a crowd of women and servers clapped. “Are you all ready to do the deed, Diana?” the MC asked.

  “Yes. Yes, I am. I am ready.” I smiled. I had to pee. My nerves were doing the jump and jive in my belly, along my spine. Why was I up here and why were they torturing me and why was she looking at me like that? The MC has huge green eyes and full pink lips. A small mole above her upper lip made me want to touch it with the tip of my finger. A beauty mark. Truly.

  “Good, glad to hear. How many years have you been with your man, honey?”

  “Nick? Ten. Ten years. And he said a solid decade is too long to wait, but we were only seventeen when we met and—”

  “And now he’s gonna make an honest woman out of her!” Lisa yelled, and gave me the thumbs-up. I snorted and then blushed.

  “I say we give you an appropriate last hurrah. The way we do things here at The Proper Send-off. I want to give her one spank for every year she’s been with her guy. What say you, ladies of the audience?”

  Oh. Dear. Holy. What?

  “I, um…I’m not sure that…”

  But no one was listening to me. Which is why I hate bachelorette parties. But they were all out there roaring and clapping, hooting and hollering like some backwoods jug band gone haywire. I rolled my eyes, anxiety making my stomach dance and dip. The MC turned to me and smiled, her teeth impossibly white in the flashing black light. She sat on a throne that two big, burly men wheeled out and locked into place. Then she patted her lap and said, “Belly up to Bonnie, baby. It’s time for a spanking.”

  “But I really don’t do that kind of th—” Just do what she says.

  I sighed, glancing around again for Nick. I knew he was here. I could feel it now, him watching me. Orchestrating all of this to make me crazy. And it was working. Nick always joked with me. “Love, honor and obey, baby. I love to watch you obey.”

  That thought set my body on high alert. My senses sharpened and a pulse beat between my legs, one that would eventually drive me mad if I didn’t find Nick and have him. But the thought that he was watching me from somewhere was enough to make the whole spanking thing seem that much more dirty, that much more kinky. I climbed onto the small throne, draped my belly over her knees, my fingers trailing over the toes of her patent leather fuck-me boots, and raised my ass in the air. She pressed her knee to my pelvis and I felt the pressure on my clit, in my pussy. I bit my lip, trying to focus on the fact that: a) I was the bride; and b) I was on a stage in front of lots of people.

  The women went wild, but it was all a dull roar to me. All I could think about, worry about, wonder about was Nick. And where he was. The MC bent down and whispered, “Bonnie will do you up right, darling. And that man of yours, he’s a keeper.” Her breath smelled like cantaloupe and I could smell her purple leather skirt and perfume. I hummed and the vibration seemed to rock through the core of me. I’d give a million dollars for Nick to drag me off and fuck me. For now, I would jump through his hoops.

  “I plan to keep him.” I sighed, as her hand ran along the swell of my ass cheek. She was gentle, but that would change. And knowing Nick, he had told her all. Told her that, yes, I could go for a hard spanking once in a while. And by once in a while I meant as often as possible.

  “Good girl,” she said, the term of the night, it seemed, and the first blow landed.

  “One!” yelled the crowd in unison

  The vibration of voices and the sharp crack of the blow filled my womb with fire. My pussy was molten. Ready. Missing only one thing—Nick.

  When the mistress of ceremonies hit ten, the crowd went wild. I moved and wiggled in her lap, trying to focus on my crowing, dancing, drunken friends. My bottom stung, hot and throbbing from my ten blows, and my eyes darted wildly, trying to find Nick. She took pity on me, stroking my ass with feathery, soothing touches that made my eyelids drift shut for a second or so. Bonnie leaned in and said, “Behind the curtain. Go through the slit, turn right. He’s watching from back there, honey.”

  She tapped my ass gently and helped me stand. I didn’t think, just bent down and kissed her. She held my face, kissing me a beat longer than I had intended. I meant for it to be a thank-you peck, but her tongue touched mine for a brief second and all my nerve endings sizzled and sang. “Ever kissed a girl before?” She laughed, releasing me.

  “No.”

  “Go on and cross that off your bucket list, then.”

  I grinned. “I’m sure he saw that, too.”

  “No doubt. Go on. Go find him.” She tapped my ass with her handy-dandy whip and I scooted off.

  I didn’t have to look. I pushed blindly through the long red curtains and crashed right into a wall of man and muscle. Nick. He grabbed me up, mouth smashed to mine, kissing me. We staggered back, hit a door, bounced into a room and I shoved my hands in his hair, tugging so he hissed and bit my tongue. “God, you tortured me.” I yanked again and slipped my pussy along the hard l
ine of his cock through his jeans.

  Nick kicked the door shut. We were in someone’s teeny tiny dressing room. God, I hoped they didn’t need it. And then I didn’t care, because he was tugging the buttons on his fly and I was wrestling with my panties, my skirt flying up around my middle like some colorful bobbing jellyfish in an invisible tide. “Love, honor and obey, Di. You did good, baby. You did so fucking good. Above and beyond.” He shoved my wayward skirt up almost to my breasts, then yanked up my hundred dollar tee to get at my breasts. His hot mouth started sucking and licking, until my head lolled back and hit the small, peeling mirror.

  “I always obey,” I lied.

  “You lie.” Nick hooked my leg up around his waist, sliding the hot, pebble-smooth head of his cock to my pussy. “I wanted to see you obey. Be a bad girl for the night.”

  “On your orders,” I managed to answer, arching my hips so my body could take him in. But he made me suffer. Made me wait. He stood there, kissing me, pawing me, hands everywhere—demanding and pulling at me. But he did not slip into me. He stayed poised and ready while I quivered and shook, my teeth actually chattering from need.

  “Yes. I asked and you obeyed. You love me.” He slipped in an inch.

  Just an inch and nothing more.

  My body worked up around him as if my pussy could draw him in by sheer will. “Yes.”

  Nick grunted, kissed me softly so that I made a desperate heady sound. “You honor me.” He laughed and slipped into me another inch, stilling like some maddening Zen sex master.

  “I do. I do. I honor you. I love you and honor you and oh, God, Nicky give it to me,” I begged. I didn’t care anymore. All I had wanted all night long was to be with him. Right like I was now. And all I wanted was for him to fuck me.

  He hoisted me up so my ass hit the weathered lip of the makeup table we were draped across. Bottles rattled and fell, and I would have to remember to apologize to whoever got ready in here. He pushed hard and his cock filled me so that I groaned and clutched at him.

  “And you obeyed me, baby.”

  “Yes, yes, I did, Nick. And I deserve a reward.” I gasped, throwing my legs wider for him, pulling at him with greedy, frenzied fingers.

  Nick laughed, slamming into me. His mouth suckled and kissed and licked along my jaw, my throat, my collarbone. He dipped his tongue into the hollows of my clavicle until I shimmied in his arms because it tickled. “You’re the best wife-to-be ever, baby. I love you.”

  His voice had gone dark denim and his eyes sparkled like a dark sky full of stars. He was going to come. My hair whispered along the antique mirror, and out in the noisy other place that was not here, people cheered. I gripped his shoulders, my pussy growing tighter, my heart growing bigger. This was my reward for loving and honoring and obeying Nick. I wanted this reward until I was very old. So old that I forgot how much I loved when Nicky fucked me. Which should be…never.

  “I love you, too,” I confessed, biting at his lips as his fingers pinched my spanked-red ass cheeks. “I love you, too. So much,” I babbled.

  We came, together, man-and-wife to-be. The mirror beating out a dirty Morse code on the old theater wall.

  “I will reward your obedience for—” He stopped, dark eyes hooded with his recent orgasm.

  “For…?” I prompted, gripping his cock with my pussy so that he rolled his eyes and groaned.

  “Forever, or as long as you’ll have me, baby. As long as you’ll have me.” He fingered my voluminous skirt. Tucked my breasts back in my soft cotton tee.

  “Forever it is,” I said, and kissed him again.

  May the Best Man Win

  Kate Pearce

  April hesitated outside the hotel door and checked the number against the one written on the back of her hand. Okay, so she’d turned up a couple of days early for her own Vegas wedding, but she was sure Tex wouldn’t mind. She stared down at the pointed toes of her lucky red cowboy boots. He’d be pleased to see her, wouldn’t he? She swallowed hard. So why the hell was she still standing in the hall like a fool?

  She knocked on the door and heard Tex’s familiar booming laugh. She fixed a smile on her face as the door began to open.

  “Hey, quiet down in there, I gotta get this!”

  April stared at the expanse of Tex’s muscled chest, her smile dying as she registered his shocked expression and his instinctive move to slam the door in her face. And no wonder. Sprawled on the bed behind him were two blondes, naked except for their pink cowboy hats and matching thongs.

  Tex stepped into the hallway and shut the door behind him, tried to kiss April’s cheek. “Babe, you weren’t supposed to get here until Saturday.”

  April pretended to sigh. “God, Tex, you’re right. This is all my fault, isn’t it? How dare I turn up when you’re having fun?” She narrowed her eyes. “And how dare you fuck those two tarts when we’re supposed to be getting married on Saturday?”

  Tex scowled and ran a hand through his thick black hair. “Babe, they don’t mean anything to me, you know that. It’s just that I get lonely without you….”

  “Right. Ever thought about using your hand and the hotel porn channel? What do you think I do?”

  April yanked off her engagement ring, grabbed his hand and dropped the diamond into his rope-callused palm. So much for love, so much for marrying the boy next door. Since Tex had become a rodeo star he’d changed, seemed to think he was God’s gift to women and had a right to fuck anyone he wanted to.

  “I told you last time that I wasn’t going to listen to any more of your excuses,” April said. “So I’m done. We’re done. Goodbye.”

  “Babe…”

  April walked away, half hoping he’d come after her, but knowing he wouldn’t. He was way too full of himself these days and would assume she’d come running back whenever he snapped his fingers. But that wasn’t going to happen anymore. As she turned the corner, tears filled her eyes. All those years of her life and her career, wasted on that asshole. He’d been so sweet when they’d first met, so in love with her, so willing to please….

  “Hey, hold up, honey.”

  April jumped as she realized she’d walked right into the checked shirt of another cowboy. This one smelled of leather and sandalwood rather than beer and cheap perfume like Tex. She raised her head and stared into the amused brown eyes of Ben Carlton, an old rodeo friend of both hers and Tex’s. His expression changed and he dropped his hands to her shoulders.

  “What’s up, April? I didn’t think you were due in till Saturday. Isn’t that the big day?”

  She hastily wiped her eyes. Ben was as tall as Tex, but bigger all over. Despite his size, he had a gentle way with horses April had always admired.

  “Nothing much. I just realized that my ex-fiancé is a dumb-ass, two-timing loser.”

  “Your ex-fiancé? Shit, what did he do?”

  “What do you think? Put it this way, he wasn’t exactly pleased to see me.”

  He sighed. “Not those two blondes? They’ve been all over him this week.”

  She frowned up at Ben as he walked her toward the bank of elevators. “You don’t sound very surprised.”

  Ben pushed his Stetson back on his head. “Jack and I tried to have a little talk with Tex the other night, but he didn’t want to hear us. I’m sorry, April. He’s acting like a complete jerk.”

  She forced a smile. “I got that, but thanks for trying to set him straight.”

  “Hell, honey, me and Jack know how much you care for the bastard, and how much you’ve given up for him. You could’ve been a barrel racing champ in your own right if you’d paid less attention to Tex and more to your career.”

  “No need to rub it in, Ben. I’ve been a fool.”

  He put his fingers under her chin and kissed her nose. “You’re no fool. How about you get a room and meet me in the bar for a drink?” He winked. “I’m certain Jack and I can take your mind off your troubles.”

  “Are you sure? I don’t want to interrupt, and I know
that you and Jack are…” God, how could she put this delicately?

  “More than just best buddies?” Ben’s smile was as sexy as hell. “Do you think I’m gay, then?”

  Dammit, she was blushing, and she guessed he was enjoying watching her squirm. She’d definitely wondered, and had often regretted it, as well. Ben was far too fine a specimen to lose to the gays.

  “Jack and I have an arrangement,” Ben said. “He likes to be fucked, and sometimes I’m willing to oblige him, but I’m not gay.” He studied her intently. “Do you still want to come and have a drink with us?”

  She smiled at him. “Absolutely.”

  “Great, you have my cell number, right?”

  “Yeah, I do.”

  “Then call me when you’re set, and I promise you won’t regret it.”

  The elevator pinged and April stepped inside, kept watching Ben until the doors shut and she was taken down to the lobby. Shouldn’t she be in tears now, rather than contemplating an evening out with two of the nicest, sexiest guys on the rodeo circuit? Her engagement was over, her career was in ruins, and all she felt was a huge sense of relief, as if all the doubts and fears of the past year had evaporated. Had Tex really brought her that low? Did that explain her reluctance to even knock on his door?

  April pushed aside her confusion and headed for the registration desk. With a bit of extra eye contact and a fine display of cleavage she managed to get a room on the fifth floor. She had no idea if Tex would come after her, and asked the hotel clerk to block any calls from his room. She didn’t want to deal with him and his tantrums right now. She wanted to enjoy her evening and forget he’d ever existed.

  She dressed in her shortest denim skirt and a blue silky halter-neck top that matched her eyes. High-heeled silver sandals and lashings of mascara and red lipstick did a lot to restore her confidence and set her thinking. If Tex saw her in that bar with Ben and Jack, there was no way he would ever think she was missing him. She intended to be the life and soul of the party.