by Linn, A. J.
~The Wedding, part three~
Today is the big day…and I have a hangover. I am more than positive that I am not the only one who is suffering this morning. I glance over at the alarm clock that sits on my bedside table. Noon. Perfect. I am extremely thankful right now that this is a late afternoon wedding.
I had a crazy dream that Rebekah and I were caught not having sex on the beach last night by Jerry, a local cop and a long time member of The Underground, which is why he was so quick to let us go. Apparently sex in public is against the law in case you haven’t heard. Now that is one ridiculous law if you ask me.
I pull the comforter back to get out of bed only to find sand all over the sheets, which is a pretty clear indication that my dream was in fact, a reality. Fuck. I do remember bits and pieces. Absinthe. Rebekah. Skinny dipping and…oh shit.
I swing my legs out from under the covers and my feet land on the floor with a thud, feeling as if they weigh a million pounds. I attempt to stand up, perhaps a little too quickly because the room begins to spin…head rush. I take a deep breath then head for the bathroom, straight to the medicine cabinet for anything that will take this headache away. I slip off my briefs and take a long hot shower. As I wash the sand away…from areas where sand should never be, by the way, visions from last night play like a movie reel in my foggy head. That was quite a night and Rebekah is quite a girl. I can’t wait to get downstairs to see her again.
Now showered, clean-shaven and dressed in my finest black Armani tuxedo, I choose the deep purple silk tie that Lily gave me as a finishing touch. Slipping on my Amedeo Testoni shoes, I take a final look in the mirror before leaving my penthouse. Hangover aside, I think that I cleaned up quite nicely if I do say so myself.
Finally having a moment to check my cell phone as I take the elevator down to the lobby, I find quite a few text messages from Lily asking where we are, or were, rather. They are all from last night and most of them don’t make a bit of sense. Absinthe strikes again. She probably won’t even remember sending them, so I just delete them all. The elevator doors open, and I make my way out back to the courtyard, hoping to find that everything is set up and ready to go with about two hours until “go” time.
The courtyard is almost ready…just a few final touches to be done. Wide purple ribbon is being attached to the outer rows of the white chairs on either side of the aisle. I remind the staff to thoroughly wipe all of them down to remove the morning dew that has settled on them, before making my way back inside.
Checking on things in the kitchen, making sure that the hors d’oeuvres are prepared for wine hour that comes between the ceremony and reception. Everyone is scrambling around the kitchen, and I have been assured that everything is on track.
I decide that I had better get some food in my stomach before going downstairs to The Underground to see how things are coming along there for the reception. I leave the kitchen and make my way to the restaurant where a light brunch has been set out for all of the family and guests.
Finding only a few people left in here, I walk over to the buffet table and begin to pile a small feast of quiche, croissant, potatoes and sausage onto my plate. After pouring myself a cup of coffee, I take a seat at one of the tables and start to dig in, when I hear a familiar voice.
“May I join you, Donovan?” I look up to see Rebekah standing there with a big smile on her face. She is already dressed for the wedding in a long dark purple halter gown. Skin tight, I might add. Her hair is curled and one side is pulled back with a crystal clip. As beautiful as she looks all done-up, I can’t help but picture her naked lying on the beach next to me.
“Yes, of course.” I stand to pull out a chair for her. “Have you eaten yet?” Way to go Donovan, very smooth.
“I came down with the girls earlier.” Her eyes now focused on the table, she picks up a napkin and begins to tear it into tiny pieces…clearly she is nervous.
“You look absolutely stunning, Rebekah.” Taking a sip of coffee, I am unable to take my eyes off of her as she begins to blush the perfect shade of pink. “How is Lily holding up this morning?”
“Aww, thank you Donovan. She’s doing pretty good, I guess. Mauricio is doing her hair right now.” She scans the room quickly then looks back at me, her voice more serious now. “Should we talk about last night?”
“Alright. What would you like to talk about?” I finish my food and push the plate off to the side of the table, listening intently.
“Well, I guess I just wanted you to know that I don’t normally do things like that. Especially with a guy I just met.” And there she goes, blushing again. Could she be any more adorable? I am liking this girl more and more every minute.
“Rebekah, I know more about you than you think,” I reply with a chuckle. Reaching across the table, I take her hand in mine. “Listen. We were both pretty drunk last night, and from what Lily has told me about you…well, let’s just say I understand that you’re not usually like that.”
“I guess that makes me feel a little better.” She begins to laugh as she continues, “But let’s keep what happened on the beach between us though, okay? You know, the whole cop thing? I don’t really want my sister to know.”
“Of course, whatever you want, Rebekah.” Alright, now to ask a question of my own. “May I ask you a question now?”
“Uh, sure.” A look of confusion now on her face, her smile fades to a frown.
“It’s nothing bad, Rebekah,” laughing, trying to lighten the mood. “Will you be my date for the wedding?”
Her eyes instantly light up, and that beautiful smile has returned. “Oh my god, of course I will.”
“Good,” I say, pulling my cuff back to check my watch for the time. “I need to run downstairs and see how everything is coming along in the club before the ceremony begins, and I bet that you have things to get back to.”
“Yeah, I better get back to the suite to see if Lily needs me.” She stands with me, and we leave the restaurant walking in the direction of the elevator.
“So, I’ll see you there in about thirty minutes?” I press the up call button for her elevator.
“Definitely.” She steps into the elevator, our eyes fixed on each other’s until the doors close.
I walk over to the next elevator, pressing the button to go down. On the ride down, all that I can think about is her. She is intelligent, kind, beautiful and extremely sexy. Everything that a man could ever want in a woman. The distance may pose an issue, but I’m not going to worry about all of that now.
As I enter The Underground, I find a very different stage set compared to last night.
Today the club looks like a classy reception hall. The chairs are draped with white covers, each with a large dark purple bow tied perfectly in the back. Rectangular crystal vases filled with water, and floating purple and fuchsia flowers surrounded by votive candles now adorn the tables where penis decorations used to be. Tiny white lights drape from the ceiling, replacing penis balloons. A round table has been placed in the corner of the room holding a six-tier wedding cake that is covered with a white fondant and—you guessed it—purple flowers. Lily really seems to like that color.
I speak quickly to my assistant, Patrice, who has been here all morning along with the wedding planner, delegating, organizing and making sure that everything will be perfect for the reception that will take place here tonight. The ceremony is now minutes away, so after every last detail is attended to, we all make our way upstairs and outside to the courtyard to take our seats.
An acoustic guitar player sets the tone for the ceremony, filling the air with traditional wedding tunes. The groomsmen join Christopher near the flower-drenched arch, and the bridesmaids begin to walk slowly down the curved brick walkway towards them. Rebekah searches the many rows of guests and smiles as soon as she spots me. She looks incredible.
The guitarist begins to expertly strum the Wedding March on his guitar, signaling the guests to stand. Lily makes her entrance with her father to
escort her down the aisle to deliver her to her soon-to-be husband. Her dress is off-white, strapless, and hugging every inch of her curves. The sun reflects off of the many tiny crystals that hang strategically from the bodice and skirt of her dress. Her hair is up and smoothed away from her face, which showcases the huge grin that she now has as she makes her way towards the arch.
The ceremony is underway. Lily and Christopher are now holding hands, facing one another as the pastor begins to speak. They are gazing into each other’s eyes as if they are the only two people in the world. I can’t help but wonder what their chances for a lifetime of happiness really are. Will they have their happily ever after? Will they actually stand by each other in sickness and in health? But I digress.
After they exchange vows that they have written themselves, the rings are placed on each of their “you belong to me now” fingers and they are finally pronounced husband and wife. Everyone rises to their feet, applauding and cheering on the happy couple, as they make their way down the aisle as husband and wife.
After the wedding photos have all been taken and the guests have devoured the hors d’oeuvres and wine, I am instructed by the wedding planner to address the crowd and lead the way downstairs to the club for the reception.
Speeches, champagne, food, tossing bouquets and garters. Dancing, or should I say…drunken dancing. All of the components that make for a great reception are here in this room tonight. Everyone is having a great time. Lily and Chris are having the time of their lives.
But as much as I am enjoying this time with the happy couple, good friends, and my employees, all I want to do is be alone with Rebekah. After she is sure that she has completed her duties as a bridesmaid, we decide to slip out of the reception for some alone time.
No beach, no cops, no prying eyes, and no more fucking cock blocking of any kind. So, we take the private elevator up to my penthouse. The second the doors close, we are draped all over one another like the two horny teenagers that we were the night before. We are kissing so passionately that you would think that we were the ones that in fact, created kissing.
Rebekah pushes my tuxedo down my arms, letting it drop to the floor. The doors open just as she begins to unbutton my shirt, so I pick her up and carry her out of the elevator and straight into my bed, our lips never leaving one another’s for a second. She tears open my shirt and the buttons go flying off into different directions as I undo my pants at the same time. That’s right, things are getting real now.
I pull away from her lips and begin trailing soft kisses down her neck to her shoulder. Moving my mouth swiftly down the soft curve of the side of her body, my hands slide from her lower back down the light satin material of her bridesmaid’s dress, gathering up the hem in my hands before quickly tugging it up and over her head and tossing it on a chair in the corner of the room.
We waste no time crashing our lips back together as I lie her back on the bed, quickly and hungrily positioning myself between her legs, I thrust my now-hard, throbbing, extremely-neglected cock deep inside of her.
I quickly find myself having to think of things to make this last. This feels too good. I will not be a “minute man” tonight. Which football teams are playing tomorrow night? What actually are the ingredients in Oreos that make them so creamy and addicting? Football, football, football. Fuck. It isn’t working. Her moans are pushing me over the edge, and I am more than ready to jump off of this cliff.
So, eight minutes of perfection later, I take the leap.
Chapter Ten
~The Morning after~
Rebekah is fast asleep, and I am in need of food, so I leave a note on my pillow for her explaining that I will be right back with breakfast. I throw on my dark gray sweats and a black t-shirt and run across the street to Joe’s for coffee, fruit salad, scrambled eggs, bagels and lox—one of the only meals that I like from here.
When I get back to my penthouse, I go straight to the bedroom to wake up Rebekah, but she is nowhere to be found. The bed is made and her purse is gone from where she set it the night before. I look around the room for a note, but find nothing. I can’t imagine that she would just leave without at least leaving a note.
The sound of running water suddenly comes from the bathroom, so I breathe a sigh of relief and walk out of the bedroom and into the dining room, taking the containers from the bag then setting the food on the dining room table.
“Good morning, handsome,” she says softly as she joins me in the kitchen, greeting me with a soft peck on the lips. “Mmm, that smells good. I’m starving.”
“Good morning, yourself.” I return the kiss then pull out a chair for her. “I hope this is alright?” I say, pointing to the mini-feast that I have spread out on the table. “How did you sleep?” I join her at the table and dig right in.
“Like a baby,” she replies with a smile and a hint of blush in her cheeks. “How about you?”
“Good. Very good, actually.” I smirk. Thoughts of having sex with her last night are still very fresh in my mind. We sit in silence for a moment, eating, gazing into each other’s eyes and basking in the afterglow that can only follow eight minutes of incredible sex.
“What time is your flight?” Yes. She is leaving today. Back to Florida. I suppose that this would be a good time to discuss the nature of this new relationship. I’ve never done the long distance thing before. This could get tricky.
“We’re leaving at noon for the airport.” She sets down her fork and begins to pick at her bagel. The sparkle that was in her eyes just moments ago is now replaced by a look of sadness. I reach across the table to hold her hand.
“I know…I feel the same way, Rebekah. I wish that you could stay longer.” I take a sip of coffee before continuing, “but we will see each other again.” Fuck, maybe she doesn’t want to see me again. I guess I shouldn’t just assume that she does. “You do want to see me again, don’t you?” I chuckle, feeling like an idiot for second guessing what I already know. She is definitely into me.
“Yeah, of course I do. But with my schedule at the animal hospital, and the distance…” She looks down, still picking at her bagel, still sad. “We will figure it out, right?” She looks back up at me, that beautiful smile immediately returning to her face, and she begins to blush. See? What did I tell you? The blushing is a dead give away. She wants to see more of the D-man. All kidding aside, I know that her smile is just a brave front. We both know that this will be hard.
“We will figure it out baby, I promise you that.” But in my mind, I’m not 100 percent sure that we will figure it out. I already adore this girl, but long distance has never sounded like my idea of a good time. But I will remain positive about this, she seems to be worth it. I feel like I need to seal that with a kiss, so I lean across the table and plant a kiss on her lips.
Rebekah gazes into my eyes for a moment in that adorable way that she does, then looks down at her wrist, checking the time on her watch. “Shit, I have to finish packing.” She takes a last sip of her coffee, gets up from the table, and holds out her hand. “Will you come and help me? Please?”
Hmm, she is begging. She has the most ridiculous fake pout on her face. Her bottom lip is so far out that I am tempted to move in and bite it. See? Like I said—adorable. I can’t help but laugh…
“Relax, I will. But I’m not sure how much help I will be.” Winking, I take her hand as I get up, escorting her to the elevator. Knowing that her suite will probably be swarming with family and friends, I stop her at the elevator, our eyes locking on one another’s…
“I’m really going to miss these lips, Rebekah,” I whisper, sliding my thumb along her lower lip, giving it a playful tug before leaning in for one last kiss that is out of the sight of probing eyes. My hands instantly wrap around her waist, pulling her hard against me as I push her against the elevator doors.
Her delicate hands make their way into my hair as the kiss builds to a passionate, heated make-out session. Fuck, why does she have to leave? I finally meet an i
ncredible girl and she has to live in another state. Aware of the time that we do not have, we both pull away, look back into each other’s eyes and smile. Forced smiles. Brave-face smiles. I-am-going-to-miss-kissing-you smiles. I think that I have made my point. Moving on.
“Ugh. We better go, Donovan. I don’t want to miss my flight.” The doors open and we both get into the elevator filled with mixed emotions. Sadness, since she is about to leave and now add horny to that for obvious reasons… “Ugh” is right.
“Well, you started it, Rebekah,” I tease. “If you weren’t so fucking sexy…” I trail off, smirking as the most beautiful color of pink blushes across her cheeks. Christ, she is one sexy girl.
We get off on her floor and make our way down the corridor to her suite. As she packs we try to talk, but the room is buzzing with family and friends just as I had expected. Without any further chance of “alone” time before she leaves, I say my goodbyes to her family and friends who flew in for the wedding as everyone finishes up with their packing.
I pull Rebekah out of the suite and into the corridor for a final kiss goodbye. And, just so you know, I did offer to take her to the airport, but she wanted to say goodbye here. I am, as always, a gentleman. We make the promises that everyone just about to begin a long distance relationship make. Call, text, email. Will we really be able to do this? Well, she is definitely worth a good attempt at it. That I do know.
“Call me when you get home, alright?” I cup her chin, taking a mental picture as I look into her beautiful green eyes before leaning in for that last kiss. A kiss that we both know will need to last for awhile.
“Of course I will, Donovan,” she replies with a pout on her face.
“None of that, baby. We will see each other soon, I promise you that.”
I pull her close one last time. We hold each other in a tight embrace for a moment, neither of us speaking a word. She takes a step back, her hand sliding down my arm before taking my hand and squeezing it gently. Then, with a final wink and a sweet smile, she walks back inside the suite.