Destiny Plays

by Leslie Pike

  With that there’s moans and protests all around.

  “Where’s the girl of the month?” Alexander says.

  “Did you bring a date?” Max says hopefully.

  Nikos points to his nephew. “No, Max. I decided to fly solo tonight, see what pretties I can find here. Lesson number one for today. Never bring a date to a wedding. There’s always horny drunk women around.”

  The entire room responds. Sophia punches him in the arm, and everyone is talking at once, objecting to his idea of good advice to give a child.

  “What? Am I lying?” He laughs. “Besides, I was afraid you’d steal her from me, Max. I remember what happened last time. You liked her better than I did.”

  There’s no missing that Max likes his Uncle Nikos. Probably every kid does. He gives an embarrassed grin. “No, I didn’t.”

  “You liked her big boobs, don’t deny it. They were pretty great, huh?” he says cupping his hands out in front of him.

  “Nikos! Quit corrupting your nephew,” Valentino says shaking his head. “Okay, everybody outside. The photographer wants to get some pictures of the groomsmen. The bridesmaids will be downstairs soon to take theirs. Come on, get going,” he commands, shooing us out.

  The request is obeyed and we all move to the veranda. The boys line up per the photographer’s instructions.

  “Alright, just look here,” he says.

  “Oh, you boys look so handsome!” Sophia says. That’s all they need to hear. Christos, Nash, Max, Dion and Alexander go into their “model” poses. Nikos pretends he’s still a pouting six-year-old being pushed out of the big kids’ game. The image is captured for all of time.

  I don’t know when I’ve been around such a happy family. You hear people say all families are dysfunctional, but you couldn’t prove it by the Santinis. There’s such a deep bond of affection and love that runs between them. Brother to brother, mother to father, daughter to parents and brothers to sister. Any way I slice it, I come to the same conclusion. Love lives here. And that love makes the day magical.

  When Farrah first appeared at the opened French doors, Nash got teary. It was a beautiful moment void of words. Only the sound of mandolins accompanied the image. The way they looked at each other you knew they were meant to be together. Her dress was beautiful and perfectly tailored to compliment her figure. The flowers in her hair were all she needed as accessories.

  She and Nash included Max in the ceremony, bringing him up under the flowered arch to stand beside them when their vows were made. His face was beaming with love for his father and new mother. There wasn’t a dry eye in the crowd.

  Christos stands with his brothers as witnesses. Each man is paired with a bridesmaid in a pale buttercream gown. His partner is Farrah’s real estate friend, Becky, who’s belly is round with her second child. But as the ceremony progresses I see him search for my face every so often and grin when he finds it.

  The priest takes the couple’s hands and joins them. A wide smile accompanies his words. “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

  Nash takes Farrah in his arms and kisses her to the applause and whistles of the crowd. Max waits his turn to give his father a hug and his mother a kiss on her cheek. He steps back and takes his place in the lineup.

  The bride and groom make their walk back down the path lined with the rose petals Boo had strewn. As Christos passes where I stand, he winks at me and lifts his chin in the direction of the house, giving me silent instruction.

  Quickly, the bride and groom are surrounded by well-wishers. I make my way past the hoard of people to the wide veranda where some of the circular tables are set. It only takes Christos a minute to find me.

  “Let’s grab a drink,” he says.

  He unites his bow tie and lets the ends hang free. God he looks sexy. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out. It’s technically our third date, and I’m only human. And exactly why did I make the vow? I can’t remember. We take champagne from a passing server and tuck ourselves between the house and a blooming magenta-colored crepe myrtle.

  “Here’s to the bride and groom,” I say raising my flute.

  A very naughty look comes over his face. “No. Here’s to me.”

  “To you?”

  “Yes. To my superhuman control,” he says his gaze not leaving my eyes.

  “Of what?” I laugh.

  “Of this.” He wraps an arm around my waist and brings my body against his. I feel his erect cock pressing against my belly. “You’re my definition of desire, Kate. And I’m tired of this whole not being in your bed thing. I want you to stop resisting.”

  Holy shit.

  I’ve got my back to the house and his body hides what I’m about to do. I reach down and run my fingers lightly along the impressive length of his cock. When I get to the head, I use my middle finger to tease him. He loses the smile and his breathing changes. Then he kisses me like there’s no place he’d rather be.

  But it doesn’t last long. He backs away, adjusting the obvious bottle rocket about to explode in his pants. He starts laughing. “Sorry. Thought I could control things.”

  “Christos, when you kiss me I almost forget to breathe. Who’re we kidding? Neither of us are in control anymore.”

  He looks around at the crowd of celebrating guests. “How long do you think we have to stay?”

  “It’s your brother’s wedding. You tell me.”

  “Five minutes?”

  “Sounds about right.”

  Chapter Five

  Christos

  “Here’s the plan. Go through the house, out the front and into the car. If anyone stops you, say you’re looking for the bathroom.”

  “You don’t think I should say my goodbyes? That’s pretty rude.”

  But the way she says it tells me she’s hoping I say no.

  “I’m gonna talk privately with Nash. He’s the only one who needs to know. I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

  “Alright. I’ll leave that decision to you. Just hurry.”

  Our eyes are saying everything. There’s sexual hunger in hers, or maybe that’s just a reflection of my own.

  “I’ll see you in five minutes,” I say. I give her departing figure one last glance. Under the fabric of her dress her ass sways perfectly with every step. Boom chicka boom. In my head a drum beats out the rhythm.

  “Hey, where’s the lovely lusty Kate?” I turn to see Nikos walking towards me. “Man, the body on that one,” he says.

  “Don’t piss me off, Nikos. She’s in the ladies’ room. I’m looking for Nash.”

  He’s surprised at my sharp reaction.

  “He and Farrah are talking with Jonah and Shay. Over there.” He lifts his chin and points in the direction of the veranda.

  I start to walk away but he catches my sleeve. “Something’s happening here. I can see it all over your face. What’s up?” He smirks.

  “What are you talking about? Nothing’s happening,” I state firmly.

  He just nods his head. “Ah huh, sure. Remember, the little a-hole knows all,” he says tapping his temple.

  I punch him in the arm and walk away. But I’m hiding a smile.

  I spot Nash and Farrah deep in conversation with the couple. I walk up and join the group.

  “Christos! Good to see you, man,” Jonah says.

  We hug it out.

  “Hi, Shay. Nice to see you both. I haven’t been able to break through the crowd and congratulate my brother.”

  I offer my hand to Nash and he pulls me in for a hug. “Congratulations. Your bride is getting the best man here.” I’ve never seen my brother so happy. He wears it all over his face.

  “Thanks. Not sure how I lucked out, but she’s all mine now.” He lifts his left hand and rubs the platinum wedding ring.

  I look to the others in our group. “Excuse me, I need to speak to Nash in private for a minute. Just honeymoon transportation details. I’ll bring him right back.”

  They ac
cept my flimsy excuse for getting Nash to myself and excuse themselves to mingle.

  “What’s up?” he says.

  I lean in so no one else hears my plan. “I need you to do me a favor.”

  “Now I’m intrigued. What?”

  “Would you think I’m a complete asshole if I leave? I can’t lie, it’s not an emergency. It’s your big day and I get that. But I really need to go.”

  His surprised expression precedes his question. “What’s up?”

  “My dick.”

  “Ah, a cock crisis. Well, that’s kind of an emergency,” he laughs.

  I lose the smile and just talk brother to brother. “There’s something here, Nash. I’m not sure what it is because I’ve never felt this way before. I only know I want to be with her. She’s waiting in the car.”

  “Well then, quit wasting time. Go! Go forth and consummate.” He wraps his arms around me and leans into my ear. “This love thing, it’s so good, brother. I want you to know it someday.”

  Giving me a final hug, he turns and walks away before I have a chance to tell him he’s jumping the gun. Love? I didn’t say a thing about that.

  Why does time seem to slow when you’re anxious to get somewhere? Right now fate seems to be conspiring against me. There’s only thirty feet to the front door, but I see a mine field. There’s at least three people who are going to try to speak to me. Wait. There’s my ticket out. It’s not ideal, but it’ll work.

  “Nikos!” I wave him over, away from the two giggling teenage girls he’s turning on the charm for.

  “What can I do for you?” he says.

  “First of all, you do know those girls are underage, right? And they’re your cousins.”

  “What? I thought they looked familiar. Oh well, I promise I’ll wear a condom.” He laughs at his own lack of standards and takes a sip from his three-finger drink of bourbon.

  “Hopefully that’s a joke. Anyway, I need you to do something for me.”

  “Sure.”

  “I want to get out the front door without anyone stopping me. I need you to distract them.”

  “Done.”

  I grab his arm. “I’m counting on you to do as I ask. No funny business.”

  He smiles. “I said it once and I’ll say it again. There’s something going on.”

  When there’s no denial from me, he’s satisfied. He goes into action with a believable lie.

  “Alright people, the bride and groom are going to have their first dance! Everybody out on the veranda! Come on!”

  He turns back to me and nods as the entire room clears out leaving me a clear pathway to the front door. I have no idea what he’ll say when they get out there. Once in a while Nikos knows how to behave. Glad it’s today, for me.

  I’m out the door. My car is halfway down the driveway, but as I approach, I see Kate leaning against the SUV parked behind my Porsche. Now I see why. There’s barely enough space between the cars for me to get out.

  “Oh great,” I say.

  “Let’s call Uber. You’re never going to get it out.”

  “Oh, I’m gonna get it out. You’re my incentive.”

  She giggles.

  “Alright, stand back. Let me know if I’m going to hit either car.”

  Only the knowledge that I’m going to be with Kate would make me take this chance. If I have to get a scratch on the paint job, so be it. Some things are more important. I take off my jacket, toss it in the back, slide in and get to it. Back and forth, back and forth, one inch at a time. My balls are sweating with the effort. But nothing’s going to stop me. Tonight’s the night. There, I’ve got it now.

  She claps as I miss the car in front by a hair. Coming around, she climbs in. “That was beautiful. You’re very good with your hands,” she teases.

  “You’ll soon be the judge of that,” I say grinning like the lucky man I am.

  “Were you planning on driving to San Francisco?” she says.

  “Yeah. But I’ll be speeding, so hold on.”

  “I’m not sure I can wait that long.”

  She’s serious. Oh yeah.

  “Hotel?”

  “My aunt left for Santa Cruz this afternoon. We’ve got the whole house to ourselves. Interested?”

  The sound of my tires peeling out are my answer. The trailing smoke the exclamation point.

  It’s maybe a ten minute trip to the house. I make it in five. But before we exit the car, my fingers are in her hair, removing the pins. My lips are on her mouth and neck. God, her skin smells like an exotic flower. I don’t know when I’ve wanted anything as badly as her.

  A long tendril falls over the side of her face. She leans close to my ear. “I masturbated this morning thinking of you.”

  Did my head just explode? I know my dick almost did.

  “So did I, thinking of you. And it wasn’t the first time. Let’s go.”

  We manage to make it into the house without being arrested for public indecency. She throws her purse on the bench in the entry as I start unbuttoning my shirt.

  “Take off the dress,” I command.

  She unhooks and begins to undress.

  “Take off the pants,” she volleys.

  There’s two generals here, each commander sure of them self. Slowly, the dress drops in a puddle at her feet and reveals what lies beneath. If I was a cartoon character, my eyes would be bugging out a foot in front of me and the air horn would be sounding.

  Her body’s beautiful, the gifts contained in lacy blue. The bra barely covers her nipples with just the edges of her areolas peeking out. She has full, natural breasts. They spill over the cups, flesh and fabric rising and falling with her arousal. I want to run my hands over every part of her, along the small of her waist and over her curvy hips. More than anything I want her to lose the panties.

  I’ve stopped undressing because I’m mesmerized. Stepping out, she leaves the high heels on. Then she slowly turns, picks up the dress and hangs it on the bannister. What she’s really doing is showing me the rear view. Kill me now. That ass. Yes, yes, yes. Thank you, God. I promise I’ll never question my life again.

  “You’re so beautiful, Kate. Lead the way, I’m right behind you.”

  But just before she begins the climb, she turns and says, “I asked you to take off the pants.”

  Oh, hell yes. With every step she takes, I’m watching her. The cheeks are solid, round, and high. The muscles of her legs well developed, glute and calf. They tense with each step. She doesn’t turn around to see if I’m removing the offending trousers. It’s not easy while I climb, but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

  I make an executive decision to also take off the boxer briefs because my caged dick’s about to break in half. Now I’m stark ass naked and the steps are littered with clothes, shoes, and socks. She still looks forward.

  “Hello, pussycat,” she says.

  What? Then I see him. United’s curled up on the top bannister, watching. When he sees me, he rises. That asshole better not jump on me. I instinctively cover my pecker.

  “Are you naked?” she says.

  “See for yourself.”

  Reaching the top of the steps, she turns and looks. This is how a woman makes a man feel like a king. She gets this exact expression. Pleasantly surprised with just a hint of apprehension. For a second her eyes lock on my dick. A satisfied smile lifts the corners of her mouth. Then she unhooks the bra. The straps drop from her shoulders. But it lingers, held up by some invisible force. I bet it would only take a breath to see it fall.

  I’m almost to her now. United has jumped off the bannister and blasted past me. Hooking my fingers under the cups, I relieve her of the bra. At first sight I exhale. Didn’t realize I was holding my breath. “Kate,” is all I can say.

  I thread my fingers in her hair, take a nipple in my mouth and suck it erect. I’m holding her against me and it feels like velvet against my skin.

  “Your panties. Why are they still on?”

  It’s rhe
torical. I don’t wait for her to answer. I kneel. Hooking my finger inside the top edge of the lace fabric, I slide it down very slowly, exposing her. Woman. My mouth finds its mark on bare lips. Honey and silk are the two words that come to mind. I strip them off her. She stands with legs spread, naked and in heels.

  The sound coming from her is barely there. But I can hear the quiet moan as my mouth worships her. My hands cup her full cheeks and my fingers move and knead against her flesh. She presses against my lips. I taste her honey, my tongue finding the sweet spot. She startles with a reflex.

  “I gonna make you call my name,” I say looking up into her soulful eyes.

  “Take me to the bed,” she says her voice breathy with passion.

  I stand and pick her up.

  “Last door on the right,” she directs.

  There’s dappled sunlight coming from the crack in her bedroom door. I kick it open. Details of the inner sanctum escape me. All I see is the bed. I lay her on top of the covers and stand before her, taking off her shoes. She just watches with a wicked grin because my dick’s sticking straight up.

  Part of me is beast now. This urge to fuck so strong I couldn’t stop if the house was on fire. The fact that she’s showing me she’s just as raw feeds my passion. There’s no holding back and no hesitation to ask for what I want.

  “Let me see you,” I command.

  She leans on her elbows and watches my face. There’s a look of confidence on hers. One leg bends up but in a slow tease. I’m glued to the show. My breathing is labored. Then the other leg comes up. She pauses. I can’t see what I want; her legs are covering the Holy Grail. Without thinking, I touch myself because the tease is so effective. Her face tells me she likes that, so with a firm hand I stroke the length of it for both our pleasures. Very slowly she spreads her legs and reveals the entry to paradise.

  “More,” I say greedily.

  “Kiss my lips. These,” she says delicately tracing her middle finger over her slit.

  I put myself between her legs and go down on her. My tongue licking and teasing her wet. The taste, the smell, the fucking fantastic feel. Everything about her lives up to my fantasies. I pull back the hood and find her clit. It pops out and I lick it, gently taking my cue from her reactions. Soon I know just how much pressure she likes. I suck on it as if it was a fragile bubble about to burst. Her moaning is louder now. When I see she’s about to come, I stop sucking and put my middle finger inside her. I call her to me. Come here, my Kate.