by Fifi Flowers
“So Vin, did Deacon ask you to be his best man already?” Marzi accosted poor Vin as he sat down to drink a cup of coffee.
“My lips are sealed.” Damn him! I nearly laid into him like I had so many times to Deacon. At that moment they sounded exactly alike. “But I will say that you need to figure out some security issues with your system.” He had my full attention and I wanted to kiss him for redirecting the wedding heat off of me. “Someone messed with my menus and poor Felipe prepped everything wrong this morning. We worked it out by printing up a special menu for today only… might even have to use it tomorrow to get rid of the items we put on it.”
I had just put out another fire a few days ago when Pansie and Marzi received the wrong food orders from the supply company. It seemed that it was time to get in touch with an investigator and I knew just who to talk to about finding one.
Home… I mean home from work not to my home or our home as Deacon put it, I decided to do a little snooping myself without him present. I needed to think and map out when things had started happening at the café, so I went into his home office to look at the big calendar I had noticed, at a distance, on his desk. Sitting down in his chair, I opened up my notebook that listed incidents, and then looked to different dates. Only I didn’t get very far in my research as I noticed every Thursday was circled on his calendar with a big red heart along with a number and then a name underlined. They were all unusual names—cantharus, crassatella, coquina, lucine, junonia, and many more—and I wondered if they meant something. So I pulled my phone out of the front pocket of my shorts and did a word search. Interesting! They appeared to be names of different shells.
“Are you snooping?” I heard and looked up to see Deacon leaning on the doorframe with his big arms folded across his muscular chest.
“Where are your crutches? You’re not supposed to be putting weight on that foot for another week.” I reprimanded him since he was trying to get away without using them after we went to see my father again. It was obvious that he was getting antsy. And truthfully, I had not gone into his office to look through his stuff, but I had stumbled upon something about him—it seemed—that had to do with me.
“They’re right here,” he answered, bringing them into sight with a smirk on his face. “What are you up to?”
“Well, I was trying to figure out the mishaps with my computer system… only I sort of got distracted by all of these hearts everywhere…” I outlined each one with my fingertip. “So now I’m wondering if you’re my mystery shell giver every Thursday.”
He smiled and pushed off the door, putting his crutches under his armpits. Then he shuffled away. Wanting an answer, I got up and followed him out to the living room where he had gone. Watching him open the top of the ottoman—I never knew opened—he pulled out a book about shells. A beautiful book filled with color photographs, names and details about where they could be found. I recognized some of them as they looked like ones that were sitting in my new cylinder jar next to my side of the bed.
“Thursday is our day, baby, I’ve told you that before. I wanted to do something special for you. I heard you talking about your shell collection. I liked the look on your face when I saw you look at them.” Who knew he could be so sweet? That behind that rough, crass and rude character was a gentle giant with a romantic side to him. Of course, that boldness made him who he was and I couldn’t deny that some parts were a little exhilarating. So I shouldn’t have been surprised by the next words out of his mouth but I was. “I think we should get married on a Thursday, wedding on the beach and reception at the cafe. It’s a perfect place; where we met and besides, the cafe will have to close so everyone can attend. We’ll hire a catering team to do the food and drinks. Marzi’s mom will be thrilled to make our cake—I heard her promise to make all of you wedding cakes.”
“You really pay attention.” I was dumfounded by his words and his actions.
“Yes, to every-fucking-thing that has to do with you. You’re important to me and I knew it from the moment I saw you. I’m in love with a beautiful woman… you… and I want to marry you, Saylor. I don’t want to wait either.”
Slowly, with a bit of a groan, he attempted to get down on one knee and I grabbed his arm. “You don’t have to do that, Deacon.”
“Then tell me now that you love me and you’ll be mine forever.” He had a small box in his hand and he opened it as he waited for my answer. I gasped looking down at a simple solitaire diamond with a band of diamonds. He really meant every word he said and with a nod of my head, he slipped the ring on my finger. “I love you, Saylor.”
And as he kissed the ring on my hand and lifted to capture my mouth with his, I whispered, “I love you too.” It felt so right and strange at the same time… and so natural to say so I repeated my words against his lips before they crushed mine.
When we finally broke apart gasping for air, he held me in his arms and added to his matrimonial request. “I want to give you children… our children. Lots of little Saylors and even more little Deacons.”
I wasn’t sure about the lots part, but one of each sounded okay and just as I was about to argue that point, an alarm went off in the distance.
“What is that?”
Patting my pocket, realizing that I hadn’t brought my phone with me, I quickly went to Deacon’s office to retrieve it and walked back to him, looking through all of the data popping up. Sighing, I answered him. “It’s an alarm that signals trouble with my computer program. Someone is really messing with Pansie’s computer and I need to get to the bottom of it. I just texted my guy after getting this and hearing from Vin today…”
Deacon’s booming voice cut me off “…Please call him something else.”
I looked at him oddly before I spoke again. “Okay Kevin needs to figure out…”
“Kevin?! You mean Casanova Kevin? Kevin the cheat-monger? Kevin the-user-of-you-as-his girlfriend? You’re my girlfriend, not his.” I’d never seen this jealous side of Deacon.
Knowing our relationship was totally innocent, I answered, “Yes, that Kevin. That Kevin who does all of my computer work. That Kevin who is in a committed relationship with a guy. That Kevin who just recently—finally letting me off of the hook—came out of the closet. And… I am not your girlfriend.”
“You’re in our bed in our house every night… and we’re about to christen every fucking square foot of our place to celebrate our engagement”
“You’re certifiably nuts and remember, I am now your fiancée.” I held up my hand with its sparkly diamond present to his face as I sat next to him on the sectional.
“Fuck yeah!” He exclaimed as he unzipped and easily ripped my shorts in two pieces since he was no longer wearing his splint, and only had his pinky taped to his next finger.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I was shocked. “You ripped my shorts.”
“Next, your panties. And as I recall, I bought these… I can buy you more.” Before I could issue another complaint, my lacy thong was destroyed, and his fingers moved between my legs. “Oh baby, you’re so wet for me.”
His thick fingers easily slipped right in and I gasped as they curled up inside of me and rubbed a perfect spot over and over that hit nerve endings that jolted my body. When he began to concentrate on teasing my clit with his other hand, I started seeing stars, and within seconds spasms quaked my entire body. Screams of “yes” and “oh fuck” filled my ears—some were coming from me and some from Deacon.
“Oh God, baby, you’re a squirter.” His words had me opening my eyes, and feeling somewhat embarrassed, I reached down. I was sopping wet and it was a good thing when I looked down and saw him minus his lounge pants, realizing for the first time—that massive thing scared me.
“That’s not going to fit.”
“Baby, you’re so wet for me it will just slide right in,” he assured me, moving his anaconda toward my opening.
“Wait!” I yelled, scooting back away from him a bit.
“I can’t wait. I need to make you mine. You’ve been in my bed for weeks.”
“Condom.” That was a reasonable request to stall his intrusion.
“You’re clean, I’m clean and you get the shot.” Shit! He even knew about my birth control method. “I want to feel you milk my cock.” I wasn’t even going to ask how he knew all of that and I couldn’t lie to myself, I wanted to feel him buried deep inside of me.
Shaking my head, I raised up, and pushed him back, thinking it might be better if I took control. Straddling him, I grasped his cock with my hand and then positioning it at my entrance, I crashed down on him. “Oh my God.” I had never been so full and it had never felt so good.
“Fuck, yeah!” He took over, holding my hips firmly, thrusting up into me, hitting the same spot that he had with his fingers, and I was, literally, seeing stars all over again. “Now, say I’m your guy.”
“I’m…” I was out of breath and could barely speak, praying I wouldn’t pass out, and silently pleaded, Basking in ecstasy, leave me alone, keep moving.
“Mine now. I don’t share. You’re all I ever wanted,” he sang as we moved together, panting, nearing our climaxes.
And I couldn’t help it, I had to laugh. “Are you… oh my God… quoting… oh yes, yes… the Go-Gos… oh, oh… again?”
“Fuck yeah… oh, oh… because… I’m a cool… oh yeah, baby… cool… oh… cool jerk,” he moaned back to me.
I told him “no… oh my God… you’re a beast,” as we moved together to our releases.
Chapter Ten…
Okay, maybe he was a jerk but I wasn’t sure about the cool part as I learned that he had gone behind my back and planned our wedding.
“Hey baby, come in here,” Deacon called as I walked by his office. “You need to pick a date…”
“For what,” I said, looking down at the calendar marked with blue hearts on Thursdays rather than his usual red ones. “What’s with the blue hearts?”
“Those are mine for my blue eyes. You circle a Thursday with a red heart for the day you want to get married this month.”
“We can’t get married that soon,” I objected, wrinkling my nose. “And why red for me? I don’t have red eyes.”
“I know, you have beautiful brown eyes like a doe.” He pushed back in his chair and pulled me into his lap after releasing my bikini bottom with the tug of its side strings. “Now pick a date. I have everyone on standby, they’re just waiting on your decision.”
“What’s the rush? You already have everything you want,” I said, wiggling against his massive erection. He reacted by standing me back up, then stood, dropped his lounge pants, and pushed me over his desk. “You know, I can’t circle if I’m leaning over the calendar,” I giggled.
He was quick to reach for the red marker and put it into my hand. Then pulling me up just long enough for me to draw a red heart on the following Thursday, I thought I was calling his bluff. But, apparently, he was totally fine with it because the next thing I knew I was once again flat against the desk and he was thrusting up inside of me with his huge cock while his fingers were perfectly placed between my legs.
Yes, he was totally fine with that date since he was finally healed up—no air cast, no taped fingers, black eye gone, hair grown out—and presentable. I never knew that his hair length was an issue. But in our conversation, I learned that he had shaved it when he began training for a year to get into fighting. He found out quickly that guys yanked hair, so off it went. He looked amazing either way but I did kind of like him with it. I liked that I could tug on it and run my fingers through his dark blond locks. He didn’t seemed to mind when I yanked it since he was usually in a position he loved.
So it appeared that I needed to get on board as Deacon had truly lined everything up for a perfect beach wedding complete with a turquoise and white theme. I did love that shade of blue, however, I was certain that he wanted me to think of nothing but him and his gorgeous turquoise eyes as we said I do to each other. Thanks to Pansie and her flower connection, I had a stunning bouquet of white flowers. Marzi and her mother took care of the cake as promised. Evie was ready to lend her vocals. Vivienne, of course, was ready to smooth and tame my blonde hair into big waves that were positioned down and to the side to show the full effect of my dress that had been ready and waiting for the right groom to come along.
Deacon had even gotten my mother to have some tiny shells added to my wedding gown and pearl headpiece thanks to a company he regularly purchased seashells from to surprise me every Thursday. I had to say that it made my white dress even more special. And it was spectacular before with its smooth triangle bodice plunging in a V-neckline down to a fitted, pin-tucked waistline decorated with tiny white pearls and shells before it flowed into an accordion pleated skirt… and I especially loved the sexy open back with double spaghetti straps going down my back while a third one clasping around the back of my neck to keep it from exposing my breasts to the world. Not that my groom would’ve minded, if we were alone.
But we weren’t alone as we stood on the beach in front of his… our house in the late afternoon under a large white wooden structure decorated with white flowers, driftwood and shells. We were surrounded by our closest friends and family who all served as our witnesses dressed in something turquoise. It was the perfect wedding for us; short and sweet and ended with a kiss that lasted a bit too long, but that was so Deacon.
In fact, he didn’t seem to mind doing it over and over again when we posed for photos with a professional photographer on the beach while our guests were treated to a few seafood appetizers served on seashells along with my favorite appletinis. We had beer and water available also, but most people partook in the delightful light green libations on the deck of our house. Even I snuck one in before we shuttled everyone back to the Cafélicious where they had all been transported from initially for the wedding.
The turquoise and shell theme continued at the café; on tables draped with white tablecloths were more beautiful flowers surrounded with sea glass and seashells. It looked amazing with an exquisite wedding cake that looked too stunning to cut. Wow! Three tiers wrapped with what looked like smooth dough—fondant, I learned—was decorated with flowers sculpted brilliantly by Marzi. I couldn’t have picked anything more perfect than what they had all created including the delicious meal that Vin had his staff and extras preparing and serving to all of our guests.
I have to say that it was Vixen that gave me one of the best wedding gifts. She had found out that Arletta, a waitress, had been working for her ex-husband; spying on her and she believed that Arletta might have been the one tampering with my system. I loved hearing that because all of the clues I had uncovered seemed to be pointing to Vixen and I couldn’t imagine her doing anything to hurt me, or Pansie.
Excited, I grabbed Kevin away from his ridiculously handsome date and took him to one of the café’s computers. I just had to know, regardless of it being my wedding reception, if he could figure out if the dates we had problem reports matched with days that Arletta had worked. Of course, they did and just as I was going to run to Pansie and make her fire her, Vixen assured me that she had already been let go for stalking Vixen.
And then my husband turned up to, first of all, inform me that many of my family members had nautical names. “Your grandfather is Skipper,” were the first words out of his mouth followed by, “don’t worry, I didn’t tease him about it.”
I shook my head. “Yes, there are several of us but make sure you don’t say anything to my cousin Andrew about it. He doesn’t think it’s very funny.”
“Andrew is not a nautical name.”
“You better brush up on your nautical terms before our family reunion. Andrew is a slang term for the Royal Navy. You probably missed a few others like Alee, Sally and Kelson. We’ll have to get you a book.” I laughed.
“Damn! I did have a feeling Kelson meant something… but that’s not really why I came to find you. I needed a kiss and then I se
e you with your guy. I invited him for you, but I didn’t imagine you cuddled up to a computer with him.” He pulled me up next to him, possessively.
I laughed at him. “Jealous?”
“Always when it comes to anyone taking you away from me. We have things to do I’m told; cut a cake, toast and dance to Evie’s special song for us. And then I’ve got plans for us that include joining the mile-high club on our way to Colorado.”
“I work tomorrow…” Or I thought I did but I imagine Pansie cleared my schedule for him. “Colorado? I would think a remote tropical island where we could run naked would be more your style.” I raised an eyebrow as he rubbed his hard length against my hip.
“Don’t talk like that, baby, you’re making me want to drag you out to the patio for a quickie for a little outdoor fucking practice.” I shook my head. “That’s right I’m taking you to a remote tent in a meadow of wildflowers.”
I wasn’t sure if he was pulling my leg. “I am not a camping kind of girl.”
“This is fancy camping at a dude ranch in Colorado. It’s beautiful there. No real roughing it, I promise.” He turned me in his arms and kissed my forehead.
“I am not riding a horse.”
“Maybe once or twice but mainly you’ll be riding me…” He growled. “Now, let’s dance, baby or we’re going to miss the rest of our reception, sneaking off.”
And just like that, I was turned around and guided to a waiting group that was ready for cake and more champagne. Following directions, we fed each other cake nicely, without smashing it. Then we listened to words as people toasted to us, wishing only the best for our future together before Evie sang like a beautiful songbird. A big switch after seeing her act like a total fangirl; blushing and falling all over her words when she met Kevin’s extremely handsome date, Frank Fashion. Apparently, he’s a big deal on some blog called Fashionista Forward—who knew that I would have a celeb at my wedding.