Not My Type

by Taylor Love

  “I think it’s hilarious!” Lissa hollered over the music. “Why are we standing here letting these old women outdo us? Let’s go dance!”

  And they did: drinking, dancing, laughing and using the photo booth to take stupid pictures. Andrea had banned any other photos, so the women could let loose. A few tables were set up and when they got tired they sat and talked or ate the appetizers that came out midway through the hour. Andrea made sure that all the men danced or flirted with Mika—though she needn’t have made the effort. Jamaican men enjoyed flirting with beautiful women. No woman in the room was neglected.

  Mika pulled Andrea aside later on. “Sis thank you so much for this. This was so perfect! Thank you for everything! I know between me and my mother we’ve driven you a little crazy.”

  Andrea waved away her thanks. “I’m used to you. And don’t hit me but you’re more like your mother than you think.” Mika hit her. “Ouch! Anyway, I’m having a great time too, and so is everyone else. Besides friends ‘til the end! Wait...that sounds a little creepy, like the Chucky doll.”

  They laughed but Mika nodded her head. “It does sound creepy, but it’s true. Friends forever!”

  They shared a hard hug before Andrea pulled back. “The night’s not over yet. I have one last surprise for you!”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  MEANWHILE IN THE MEN’S room they drank, and some even smoked cigars. A stage had been set up for dancers to do routines for the men, while a few women mingled dancing with them or talking. Most had on skimpy showgirl outfits to go with the room’s theme, while others had on sexy tight dresses with crazy high heels. Black women of all hues, thick, thin and in-between; Robert was sure there was something for every man’s taste in the room. Before they had entered Cam had draped a V-shaped sash around him that hung like a necklace, hitting his upper chest. On the end there was a large button that said “Groom”.

  In the corner was a screened off portion of the room, where he believed private lap dances were happening. He didn’t plan on finding out for sure. But he didn’t think it was a coincidence there was an ATM located right outside the door. Cam had made it clear no camera use was allowed, and that what happened in this room stayed here. For folks to keep it as clean as their conscious could tolerate and have fun.

  Robert figured it would be fine. Most of the men were married—or in front of their fathers-in-law. As long as the money was for regular old-fashioned lap dances and no “extras”, everyone would be good. Besides he wasn’t here to police people. He just knew he didn’t plan to ruin his marriage before it started. Plus he never forgot that his future wife could likely kick his ass. Trying not to think about what was going on in her room, he relaxed and enjoyed the evening.

  He flirted and danced, all while keeping his hands in the proper places. His eyes soaking up all the curves and booty-shaking they could. He was getting married but he wasn’t dead. Throughout the night it seemed like everyone, while in various states of being buzzed or drunk—pulled him aside to give him advice or a talking to. Mika’s father had finally threatened him, “you treat my daughter right or I’ll kill you”, using those exact words. Then he’d smiled, clapping him so hard on the back Robert stumbled forward spilling his drink. Soon after her uncle by marriage had done the same thing, but in a much nicer way.

  Then the husbands of Mika’s cousins had surrounded him. He’d come to know them a bit and liked them well enough. Enough so he wouldn’t feel put out when he had to spend family gatherings with them. He liked their various connections even better. He listened to their take on joining “the family”. That they were nowhere near as stuffy as the front they put on in public, which Robert had already figured out for himself.

  Her mother was easy to deal with, compliment her and agree on little things. Mrs. Harrison was by no means fooled that he was a pliable or easy man, but she liked that he respected her, and responded with the same accord to him. Mika’s father was by nature an easygoing and friendly man. However, when they talked about business it was easy to see how astute he was. How he’d risen so high at a time when a black man barely could get his toe inside corporate boardrooms, much less a full seat at the table. Robert admired the man. Plus, once Reginald saw that his wife had accepted Robert fully and that his daughter was happy, well that was all the man cared about. Robert planned to follow the man’s example of “happy wife, happy life”. Though after the honeymoon he really needed to talk to his father-in-law about ways to recoup some of the money the man had shelled out for this wedding.

  Darrell and Devon had dragged him off together and asked him for the tenth time if he was ready for this? And for the tenth time he’d told them he was, or he wouldn’t have proposed. They’d nodded patting him on the back, and told him not to fuck it up before walking off. He’d barely taken a few steps before his two older cousins cornered him with words of advice. Edward giving him tips on how to stay married, while Thomas gave him tips on what signs to look for, that might signal issues down the road. He respectfully listened to his cousins, then pushed them both in the direction of two women who were waiting for dance partners.

  Even Earl, Andrea’s father had snagged him. Telling him that a man put his wife and family first above all things. Never take the small things a woman did to make her man feel comfortable or tended to for granted. His advice sounded logical to Robert, so he filed it away. When Antonio caught up with him his only words of advice were “good luck”. Then he thanked him again for letting him be a part of the big day. Robert waved his thanks off, encouraging him to go have some fun.

  Later he’d been standing by the bar sipping a fresh scotch when Cam came over.

  “You good?”

  Robert nodded. “Yeah, just taking it all in.” He set his drink down. “This is dope. I appreciate it.”

  “My pleasure. Had to do it big for the fall of Robert Lorde.” Cam chuckled.

  “Ha-ha. Laugh it up. Tomorrow we’ll both be officially whipped and married men.”

  “Tomorrow?” Cam took a sip of his own drink. “Shit, we both whipped today.” Cam laughed outright, long and hard. He was buzzed, but made sure he stayed at that level so he could oversee the festivities. “Mika got your ass dangling your feet in rivers while holding hands, can’t get more whipped than that.”

  Cam dodged the right jab Robert aimed his way and just smiled at the middle finger he got instead. Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, he checked and saw it was Andrea saying he had fifteen minutes. Smiling he looked back over at Robert.

  “I need to take care of the next surprise in store for you.”

  Robert frowned. “I’m good. This is great. I don’t need another surprise.” He had thoroughly enjoyed himself since arriving on the island. But he was tired and really just wanted Mika and a bed...in that order.

  “Trust, I got you. This surprise you’ll love,” Cam promised and walked off.

  MIKA HAD BEEN BLINDFOLDED and sat off to the side. What the hell was going on? She heard Andrea gathering all the other ladies—before she heard whispering, then loud laughs and giggles. Andrea came back and stood her up, walking her who knows where.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Just out in the hall.”

  “And why am I blindfolded?”

  “You’ll know in a minute. Now hush and stop asking questions.” Andrea said right before Mika was lifted high by three sets of strong, manly hands.

  “Make sure you don’t drop her! She has to walk down the aisle tomorrow!” Her mother called out as they started down the hall.

  “Thanks,” Mika said dryly. “What about telling them to put me down?”

  “Hush, and hold still so they don’t drop you,” was Beverly’s only reply.

  Mika complied as she was carried on, silence around her except for the twittering of the women following the procession. There was no music or anything else she could hear as the men finally lowered her down.

  “Okay, now what?” Mika asked.

 
“Now,” Andrea answered. “You need to do one last crazy thing before you get married. You’re going to give a little private lap-dance to a man here tonight.”

  Mika frowned and shook her head, “Umm, I don’t think so. My future husband reacts badly to other men touching me.”

  “I know, that’s why I blindfolded you. You’ll have plausible deniability if it ever comes up, which it won’t. Don’t worry it’s just a dance, the guy will keep his hands to himself.”

  “I don’t know...”

  “Come on don’t tell me he has you tethered already,” Misha goaded Mika, a sure way to get her to do most things. “What happened to the Mika who wouldn’t have thought twice about dancing up on a man? Remember Essence Fest? When we were in the middle of Bourbon Street and you—”

  “Okay, okay. You keep quiet.” Mika aimed a glare in the general direction of her cousin. “Fine, point me in the direction of this guy and get me some music going.”

  ROBERT HAD WATCHED as Cam cleared the room of all the women, the DJ remained but turned down the music. Then Cam placed a chair in the middle of the floor telling Robert to sit, before dragging everyone else off to the corner. Robert had no clue what was said but when they returned there were smiles and chuckles. When Cam pulled out a cloth and tried to put it around his mouth, he’d had enough.

  “Naw, you not putting no damn gag on me.”

  Cam saw Robert wasn't going to bend, “Okay, I didn’t really think you would. But swear that you’ll be quiet, no matter what you see in the next few minutes.”

  “Just what will I be seeing?” Robert asked instead.

  “Just promise on your future wife you’ll sit down and shut up for five damn minutes.”

  “Okay, five minutes.” Robert gave him that much then watched as Cam sent off a quick text before giving the DJ a signal to cut the music.

  He sat relaxed, until three half-naked men carried Mika into the room, like she was Nefertiti. He glared at Cam who just smiled and silently reminded him to be quiet. Robert felt better when they lowered her and left. Listening he heard her conversation with Andrea and Misha, as all the men in the room remained completely quiet.

  He watched, devouring Mika as she was led over to him. She was looking hot and sexy, wearing a sequined emerald colored party dress cut diagonally at the hem. The short side only reaching mid-thigh, the longer side barely hitting her knees. Dangling diamonds hung from her ears, his ruby and diamond ring glittering on her finger. She looked stunning. He wasn’t surprised she was willing to give a dance to some man she couldn’t even see. He was shocked they’d had to talk her into it. So he stayed silent as Mika stepped between his spread thighs and the music came back on with a slow sensual song.

  MIKA STOOD BETWEEN some stranger’s thighs and sighed. Why had she ever thought crazy stuff like this was fun? When she heard flashes going off she whipped her head around. “Are some of you traitors taking pictures?”

  “Sure am,” Lissa said without an ounce of apology in her voice. “You never know when I’ll need to blackmail you into babysitting.”

  Mika bit her tongue. She had a policy of not talking bad about pregnant women, not wanting to curse her own children down the road. So she turned back around to the man in front of her. The sooner she got this over with, the better. She took another step forward and it brought her up against the hard bulge in his pants. Jeezus...she was going to kill Andrea, or whoever the hell came up with this prank. Reaching out her hands met a pair of shoulders and she followed them up a strong neck, then to an even stronger jaw.

  Mika slowly smiled before backing up just a little, proceeding to sway her hips to the beat of the song, undulating her body side to side. She kept her movements fairly small, since it was easy to become unbalanced while not being able to see. After a while, she got into it, her girlfriends cheering and egging her own. She forgot there was a crowd watching and performed for herself and the man in front of her. Gliding her hands down her chest and hips, before turning her back and bracing her hands on his knees, bending at the waist to shake her ass in his face.

  Carefully turning back around, she walked forward until she could feel his hardness once again. Mika had to admit she felt wild and free—just the way she loved to be! Starting high on his chest she moved both hands slowly down the firm surface. Squatting between his knees before running her hands down the sides of his stomach, crisscrossing until her hands landed on firm thighs. She gripped them, rubbing the length before retracing her journey back up. Mika traced the man’s face again, following his jawline to his chin, then lips. Using her fingers as a guide, she quickly leaned forward to nip at the man’s bottom lip.

  ROBERT DECIDED HE DESERVED a medal for staying silent as he watched Mika put a temptress smile on her face and start dancing. He reminded himself it was just a dance, that she had a right to bachelorette-party antics. His rational thoughts lasted until she turned around and bent her ass in his face. The cut of the dress leaving nothing to the imagination. But when she turned around and brushed his penis again before caressing him, he was torn between being incredibly turned on and pissed that she would do this to another man.

  So when she bit his lip—the room erupted and so did he!

  The noise of the others faded and the DJ suddenly cut the song. Robert snapped his arms around Mika, pulling her onto his lap. “Really? You kissing on some random man?” Robert growled at her.

  Mika only smiled laughing low, “You idiot, I knew as soon as I felt your shoulders not to mention that conceited jaw of yours. I know my man when I feel him.” Mika tore the blindfold off as she talked.

  Her response calmed down the crowd and more importantly her fiancé.

  “Good. Because I’d hate to have to hurt a man on foreign soil,” Robert chided, standing up but not letting her go. He ignored the comments, teasing, and camera flashes from their friends and family, only addressing Mika. “Playtime is over Princess.”

  Saying so he lifted her over a broad shoulder and started walking toward the door. Mika was happily hanging over his back, smiling ear to ear, waving at everyone even as she blushed.

  “Wait a minute! You can’t drag her out of here like this...before the wedding!” Mika’s mother spluttered after the pair.

  “Watch me,” Robert said to the hoots and hollers left in his wake.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  IT WAS ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL island day as Saturday arrived for the wedding. The party from last night had continued after Robert had stolen the bride. The dance and subsequent abduction had been scandalous, however no one watching could deny the passion and underlying love the couple had for each other. So husbands and wives reconnected that night, dancing, talking and flirting. Any desire they’d briefly had for the entertainers redirected to their significant others. It was almost a given that every couple had gotten lucky that night.

  That didn’t stop Mika’s mother from getting up and checking on things before noon. Thankfully, everything was on track, and she texted as much to Andrea. Mika shouldn’t have to deal with anything today except tying the knot. The Matron of Honor was up and about well before she got Beverly’s message. Currently she was on her way to make sure the other few guests had made it to the resort. Once they got checked in, Andrea gave them a rundown of the timeline for the day, then left them to relax and rest. Andrea then went to make sure all the rest of the female wedding party had everything they needed.

  Mika was sitting in a hairdresser’s chair by three-thirty. Andrea had snatched her up from Robert’s room a little over an hour ago. The two had spent a glorious night together, which left Mika wondering how in the world the honeymoon would beat it? The satisfied couple had slept late, both needing the rest. Having had breakfast in bed as they ignored the few texts and phone calls they received—until Andrea came banging on the door to retrieve her.

  Mika was completely relaxed. Amazing sex along with family and friends who were taking care of all the details would do that to a girl. Her mother forwarded a
picture of the finished cake and Mika was thrilled with the result! Their colors were green and blue, representing their respective schools. The cake reflected this too. It was a fairly traditional five-layer, white wedding cake. Classic decorative designs in blue were woven around it, and green flowers snaked up the towers on either side to meet at the top.

  Her mother had been surprised she wanted such a simple cake, but Mika was saving the “wow” factor for the cake toppers. Custom made dolls molded to look exactly like her and Robert graced the top. The doll maker had outfitted her doppelganger in a green and white wedding dress, with an S on the chest. Even the doll’s hair was exactly like hers! Robert’s replica was dressed in a blue tux with an M in maize across the middle. Both of them had thought it would be a funny and a cute keepsake.

  The ceremony was on the beach, however they would be using portable fake floors, specifically designed for sitting on top of sand. Making it easier for dancing and walking. Mika would be in low heels, and everyone else in sandals. Her dress was a short green, sleeveless cocktail dress that had a sheer, glittery, shark-bite sheath which flowed over her, almost like a veil. Her mother had been appalled that she wasn’t wearing white. The only thing white would be the flowers in her hand and the white-gold bracelet recently given to her. She had started to straighten her hair but Robert liked it best when it was curly. She had settled on a front up-do that allowed her face to be prominent, yet still allowed her hair to be big in the back.

  Her ladies in waiting would have on white, long flowing summer dresses that had green panels of material within it. Robert and his crew would have azure-blue summer suits with small touches of maize in their ties and handkerchiefs. The tent would be littered inside and out with only the various flowers that Robert had sent her during their courtship. This event was wholly unique and fully their own.