Society Weddings (Corrigan & Co. Book 11)

by Crystal Perkins

  “I’ll miss you too. Can I call you when I get settled?”

  “Please do. I was told I needed to partake in some epic phone sex with you.”

  “Audrey?”

  “Yes.”

  “Blake is one lucky man. This pregnancy seems to have made her super horny.”

  “Can you imagine what would happen if I got pregnant? I might kill us both.”

  I’m silent for almost a full minute, because I have imagined Ellie being pregnant with my baby. Not because we’d probably never leave our bed for nine months, but because I just want a kid with her. Despite the crazy stuff we’ve both been through and done, I know we’d be great parents. I don’t want to scare her, but at the same time I want her to know.

  “Yeah. Actually. I can imagine you being pregnant.”

  “Me too,” she says softly.

  “We’ll talk when I get to Chicago. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “Love you, Hawk.”

  “Love you, Doll.”

  * * *

  Ellie

  I’m in Chicago, and everything is going great. Now that I’ve calmed down about everything, it’s all going better than I thought it would. Aiden and I have been talking several times a day, and he’s flying in tonight. His dad will fly in on Friday, just in time for the rehearsal dinner at my parents’ flagship pub.

  The only issue I’m having is with my brother, Dylan. When I planned the wedding, I had no idea that he’d suddenly become an NBA star. He’s been playing in the league for a couple of years, but always in the background. This season he got a chance to start, and he’s been burning up the court. He’s supposed to fly in early Saturday morning, but he hasn’t told me what time to have the jet ready. It’s time to try and call him again.

  “Hello, Dylan Gallagher’s phone,” a woman says after two rings.

  “Who is this?”

  “His girlfriend.”

  “He doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

  “He does now, bitch, so you can back off and forget about getting with him. In fact, forget this number.”

  She hung up on me. His nighttime snack just hung up on me. Oh hell no. I tap my phone to dial him again. This time it takes her four rings to answer.

  “Put my brother on the phone now, bitch, or I swear I’ll fly out there and kick your ass.”

  “You’re his sister?”

  “Yeah, and you’re his one nighter who should’ve been gone already. So give my brother his phone, and fuck off.”

  “Maybe I won’t. How do I know you’re his sister?”

  Before I can rain down some hell on her, Dylan’s on the line. “El?”

  “Since when did you let the one timers answer your phone?”

  “I was in the shower.”

  “Alone? She was that bad?”

  He laughs. “I don’t remember, so I thought I should be safe rather than sorry.”

  “You know you put the ‘whore’ in manwhore, right?”

  “Tsk, tsk, little girl. You’re above the name calling.”

  “Normally, yes. But that C U Next Tuesday pissed me off. Is she still there?”

  “Not for long. Hold on.” He doesn’t even bother to cover the phone as he sends her on her way. “Sorry about that, sis.”

  “You really need to slow down. I know you’re a big star now, but these hook-ups are going to get old.”

  “I know. I just haven’t found anyone who interests me for more than a few minutes.”

  “You will.”

  “I hope so. I’m guessing you didn’t call to give me love advice, so what’s up?”

  “It was sex advice, and I need to know what time you need the jet on Saturday.”

  “Oh, yeah. I can be at the airport by six. Wouldn’t want to be late to my baby sister’s wedding.”

  “Good thing you’re playing in NYC.”

  “It is.”

  “I love you, Dyl Pickle. Have a good game on Friday, and I’ll see you on Saturday.”

  “Love you too, Ellie Bear. And thanks.”

  I hang up and head out to the airport to pick up my own guy. He doesn’t know I’m picking him up, but I need to. Phone calls are no substitute for the real thing, and I need to have him look me in the eye, and tell me we’re okay, before I can totally believe him.

  * * *

  Aiden

  “You look like you need to relax,” I tell Ellie, coming up behind her and massaging her shoulders.

  Tomorrow is the wedding, and while she’s dialed back the crazy, I know she’s still worried that everything won’t go as planned. I’ll be sleeping alone tonight, but there’s no tradition against me making her come a few times before the rehearsal.

  “What do you have in mind?”

  “Whatever you want?”

  “Anything?”

  “You know it.”

  She grabs my hand and pulls me outside and into her car. We drive to her parents’ house. They’re working, but the grounds are overrun with event people setting up for our wedding reception that will be going on in the backyard tomorrow. She grabs my hand and sprints up the stairs. I’ve only been on the ground floor, so I’m shocked when she takes me to the attic, and I see that this was her room, and nothing has been changed.

  There is still a twin bed with a teal and black comforter. Posters of boy bands are on the walls, and there are pictures of her family and friends around her mirror.

  “El?”

  “When I was a silly teenage girl, I wanted to have a boy to sneak in here and make love to me on my bed,” she says as she pulls her clothes off.

  “And now?”

  “Now I want my sexy man to fuck me, and break the bed doing it.”

  “I can do that,” I tell her as I undress.

  “I know.”

  Before she knows what’s happening, I grab her and flip her upside down. I’ve been wanting to do this again ever since we sixty-nined like this in D.C. I’ve been hoping she wanted it like this, too, and when she takes my cock deep into my mouth, I know she does.

  I lick and nibble on her clit and pussy while she sucks me like her life depends on it. I’m going to come hard, and then I’m going to break her little bed. I feel the tingles up my spine, and walk us to the bed so I can play her with my fingers and make her come first.

  I get three fingers in her and twist them just like she needs them. My orgasm is barreling down on me, and I can’t hold off much longer. I press my tongue flat on her clit, and then she’s going off. She rides my face as I come down her throat. I’m still semi-hard, so she keeps sucking.

  While she brings me fully back to life, I bring her another explosive orgasm that has her squeezing my balls and arching her back so far I’m afraid it might break. And then it’s on.

  I spin her and then flip her. She’s barely settled before I’m slamming into her. “Fuck, El. You’re still pulsing around my cock.”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want to come on my cock?”

  “You know I do.”

  “You feel how hard you made me with that sinful mouth of yours? I fucking love being inside your mouth.”

  “Better than my pussy?”

  I hold her hips and grind into her. “Nothing’s better than your pussy, Doll. It’s made for my cock to fuck hard and deep.”

  “So deep.”

  “You’re going to be thinking about me tonight when you’re alone in this broken bed, aren’t you? Touching yourself and thinking about how good I can fuck you.”

  “The bed’s not broken.”

  “It’s about to be.”

  It’s creaking, and I know it’s close to collapsing. This bed was meant for her to sleep on, not get fucked so hard. A few more hard thrusts should do it.

  “Break it for me, Hawk. Break the bed and watch how hard I come for you.”

  Oh yeah. That’s what I needed to hear. I grab onto the metal slats for leverage while I push my feet against the ones at the bottom of the bed. It takes exactly five
more thrusts and then the first bolts snap loose. Seconds later, we’re bouncing onto the floor as Ellie screams my name. I growl out hers as I follow right after her.

  Damn, how did I ever live without this? Without her? Even without the spectacular sex, she’s perfect for me, and she’s mine. All mine.

  * * *

  Ellie

  Stella and the girls descend on my room way too early. Aiden was right when he said I’d be thinking about him while lying on my broken bed. I got myself off three times, and it wasn’t enough. I’m still aching for him. What he did to me in this room was H-O-T hot. It’s always explosive when we come together, but this took things to another level. One the teenage me couldn’t have even imagined.

  “Aiden was here?” Stella asks, gesturing to the bed.

  “Yesterday afternoon,” I admit with a smirk.

  “Very nice, El,” Jade tells me, giving me a high five.

  We all laugh for a few minutes as they tease me, and then it’s time to get ready. My mom comes up and shakes her head when she sees my bed again. It’s not like I could hide it last night when she came to tuck me in. Yes, I’m in my twenties, but I still let my mom tuck me in. Nothing wrong with being sentimental before getting married.

  The girls all put on their “wave” gowns. The dresses are sleeveless and go from black and light blue designs on top to silver designs over a sheer netting that is white underneath. They really do look like the ocean.

  My dress is a strapless, sweetheart princess gown. The top has a little embroidery, and the stiff skirt folds over onto itself a few times. I have a peal trimmed, sheer shrug to wear over it in the church. I’m also going to wear a veil over my dark waves, and I’m carrying a pretty white bouquet. Or at least I think I am.

  When all of the flowers are passed out, my bouquet is not with them. I’m freaking out a little until Stella hands me a white box. I open it to find a bouquet made of seashells mixed with white roses, along with a note from Aiden.

  Doll,

  I hope you like my surprise. If not, Stella has your other bouquet. The beach was where you gave me the greatest gift I’ve ever gotten—a promise of forever with you. I wanted to have something you could use for the wedding, and we could have after. No worries if you don’t like it for the wedding. We can still put it in our apartment when we get home.

  I love you,

  Hawk aka the guy who’ll be at the end of the aisle.

  “You are using that one, right?” Stella asks.

  “Of course I am,” I tell her as I wipe tears from my eyes.

  I almost missed out on this beautiful gift. And if Aiden was a lesser man, I might’ve lost him, too. I thank God and my friends for bringing me back to my senses. All I need to do now is marry my man.

  * * *

  Aiden

  I smile at the Society girls as they walk down the aisle, but I’m bouncing on my feet as I wait for Ellie to appear. I hope she’s got my bouquet, but if she doesn’t, I’ll do my best to hide my disappointment. We’re getting married, and nothing else really matters.

  Sunlight is streaming through the stained glass windows here in Ellie’s church. She was baptized here, and other things I don’t know much about. I just know she wanted to be married here, and that’s good enough for me. The pews are decorated with clusters of white roses and candles in blue glass holders. I barely glance at all of it as I look for Ellie. It’s been almost a minute since Jade made her way down the aisle, and the little Griffin girls have finished dropping their petals. It’s time.

  The wedding march starts, and there she is. I smile at her princess dress and traditional veil that hides her face. I never expected all this tradition from her, but she’s completely embraced it, and as long as she’s smiling all day and night, I don’t care what we do. I’m happy to see that she bucked tradition where her bouquet is concerned, though. She’s carrying the seashell bouquet I got her, and my smile grows even wider when I see it.

  I step forward to meet her and her father. He lifts her veil, kisses her cheek, and places her hand in mine.

  “Thanks for using my bouquet,” I whisper to her.

  “It’s perfect. I love it, and I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  The ceremony goes exactly like I was told it would. I say and do everything we practiced, and when it’s time, I give her the chaste kiss she asked for.

  “Thank you,” she tells me as everyone cheers.

  “It’s my pleasure. Just keep smiling for me. That’s all I need today. Just to see you smiling and happy to be my wife.”

  She grabs my lapels and pulls my mouth back to hers. I’m shocked for a second, and then I kiss her back. There’s no tongue, but we’re definitely not being chaste. When we break apart, we’re both smiling.

  We take lots of pictures in and out of the church. We wanted Candi to enjoy herself, so we hired her friend LauraAnn to take our pictures. Once she’s done, everyone piles into the limos that will take us back to the Gallagher’s house. Ellie and I make out like teenagers, kissing and touching. I’m hard as a steel beam when we reach the house, and I’m glad that my suit jacket will somewhat conceal what I’ve got going on down below. I know Ellie’s soaking wet, but she has all those dress layers on her side.

  I laugh at the sign on the bar right inside the backyard, telling everyone to pick their beer. There will be champagne for the toasts, and they’ve got hard liquor for those who want it, but beer is the name of the game with this family. One of the many reasons I love them all.

  “This is really cool,” I tell Ellie, looking around.

  “Thanks. I wanted to be casual, but I also wanted something different. I saw some things on Pinterest, and I ran with them.”

  She definitely achieved that. There are old windows with blue and grey borders hung around the borders of the yard. The tables and chairs are artfully mismatched, and ours have signs that say “Mr.” and “Mrs.” There are iron chandeliers, twinkle lights, and mason jars with little lights in them all over as well.

  It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen, which is perfect for us. We fell in love when we were different versions of ourselves. We’ve faced tragedy, pain, and some other things that no one should ever have to go through. We did it, and came out stronger, and better. The world better watch out, because Mr. and Mrs. Aiden Ford are a force to be reckoned with.

  Audrey & Blake

  Audrey

  “This can’t be happening,” I cry as Kendrick wheels me into one of the hospital rooms. “I’m getting married tomorrow.”

  “Sorry, Audrey, but this baby isn’t going to wait.”

  “I didn’t want to be an unwed mother.”

  “Then you shouldn’t have had unprotected sex.”

  “I think I might punch you.”

  “Where is Blake?” he yells, stepping back.

  “He said he was five minutes away. That was almost five minutes ago,” one of the nurses responds.

  “Thank God.”

  “I wasn’t kidding about the punch, Kenny. These contractions are no joke.”

  “They aren’t supposed to be. Didn’t you watch the videos in the Lamaze class?”

  “Um, no. That’s some scary shit.”

  He rubs his hands over his face. “I did not sign up for this. I did not sign up for this.”

  “You can keep telling yourself that, but you know you love us.”

  “I am fond of you when you’re not threatening me, yes, but love is going a little too far.”

  “Where is she? Where’s Audrey?” I hear Blake ask as another contraction hits, and I force myself not to scream.

  He’s at my side, with my hand in his before it stops. I know I almost break his hand, but I can’t help it. It hurts. I knew it would, but when you’re experiencing it, you forget everything you’ve learned. Or at least I am currently feeling that way.”

  “We have to get married, Hollywood.”

  “We will. Stella’s already calling everyone to tell them we
’re re-scheduling the wedding.”

  “I don’t care about the wedding. We need to be married before this baby comes out.”

  “What? I don’t know how I can do that, Dree.”

  I reach out and pull his face to within inches of mine, and pretty much growl at him. “You’re a fucking movie star. Make it happen.”

  Another contraction descends on me, and this time I do scream. It’s more out of frustration than pain, but I hear Blake ask Kendrick how much time he has to get someone here to marry us.

  “Not long. You better hurry.”

  * * *

  Blake

  I’ve been calling every Justice of the Peace I can find on Google, but so far no one is free to just drop everything and come here to marry us. It might have something to do with the sounds they can hear in the room behind me. Audrey is alternating between crying and screaming, and honestly, I’m about to lose my mind. When Jeanne was born, Misha didn’t let me in the room because she believed I wouldn’t have sex with her again if I saw our child coming out of her vagina. Audrey has no qualms about that, knowing there’s pretty much nothing in the world that would keep me from having sex with her.

  I’m about to give up, and just tell her it can’t be done when Jeanne runs in with Wayne. “Dad. Wayne got ordained for Stella and Kace’s wedding. He can marry you and Audrey.”

  “Seriously?” I ask the boy band singer.

  “Yep. Since you were getting married tomorrow, I’m assuming you’ve got a license already.”

  “We do. It’s at home.”

  “I’ll take your word for it. Let’s get this done.”

  “Wait for us,” Reina yells, and I turn to see all of Audrey’s friends running down the hall. The guys follow behind them, along with her parents.