I must have made a sound because Amanda spun around.
"Preston," she said in a surprised whisper. Then she started giggling. "Willow will be furious."
I could give a rat"s a.s.s what Willow was gonna be. "Stand up," I said as I took the three long strides that got me to my bride.
She stood up, and the shiny white heels I"d missed with all those other things-now I saw them.
"How the f.u.c.k am I gonna get through the ceremony knowing you look like that underneath?"
She shrugged playfully. "Maybe that"s why you weren"t supposed to see me."
That was bulls.h.i.t. I didn"t like that rule at all.
"Manda, you"re wearing a thong," I said as her a.s.s cheeks flashed me.
She nodded.
"Sit on that table," I said, stalking her as she backed up and sat down on the table behind her.
"Now, pretty girl, spread those legs for me," I demanded, and she did exactly as I told her.
"Put those heels up on the table, but keep those thighs open wide."
My bride did just like she was told. Grinning, I went down on my knees, watching her face while I did it. She had known while I was telling her what to do exactly what I was planning on doing to her. She wanted it.
I had a naughty bride. "When my pretty girl walks down that aisle toward me wearing white, her thighs will be wet from my mouth," I said, then pulled the thong aside and began tasting the sweetest candy in the world.
"Preston," she moaned, reaching for my head. Her hands grabbed fistfuls of my hair. I glanced up at her-her knees up high, legs wide open, arms reaching down to hold my head between her thighs-and it was the most f.u.c.king erotic thing any groom had ever seen on his wedding day.
"Sweet p.u.s.s.y," I said with a smile, and she watched me with her mouth open. Those lips of hers had been perfectly painted the pink I"d helped her decide on. I wasn"t going to mess that up until I got to kiss her in front of everyone.
There was a knock at the door, and her eyes went wide as her attention shifted from me to the door.
"It"s locked," I a.s.sured her.
"But-"
I didn"t give her a chance to stop me. I played dirty and began sucking on her c.l.i.t like a lollipop.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she kept her hands on my head to hold me there.
"Yes, yes, yes, there, just . . . like . . . that," she panted, then squealed as she tried to keep from being loud.
I lapped at her until she laughed and pushed me back.
Grinning up at her, I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and stood up.
"Don"t clean that up. I want to say my vows knowing how wet you are. That little slip of satin you"re calling panties is drenched. I like it."
Amanda was gasping for breath.
"Oh, for G.o.d"S SAKE! Preston, you have the rest of your lives for that!" Willow called through the door.
Amanda started giggling again.
"I get to taste you all night," I said, licking my lips. "Before the reception I"m gonna need to f.u.c.k my wife."
She puckered her lips like she was thinking, then sighed. "I guess I can manage letting my s.e.xy husband have his way with me before we go dance and celebrate."
"That"s good to hear," I said, then pressed a simple kiss to her nose so as not to mess up her makeup. "I"ll let you get dressed. See you in a few. I"ll be the handsome guy at the end of the aisle. Come get me."
Amanda Preston blew me a kiss, then opened the door and walked out.
"I can"t believe you," Willow said to him as she walked past him into the room.
Preston shrugged, and Willow burst out laughing.
When she closed him out of the room, she turned to look at me. "I guess if a bride is going to have wild, hot s.e.x with her groom minutes before the wedding, it would be Preston Drake"s bride," she said, then shook her head and laughed again.
"I"d say I"m sorry I let him stay, but . . . I"d be lying."
"I know you would. I walked up on the end of that and heard enough to know I didn"t want to stand too close to the door. I backed up and kept everyone else away. You can thank me later for saving your mother the horror of hearing you get off."
My face flushed and Willow laughed. "Girl, it is too late for blushing now." She turned and got my dress, which I had taken off after pictures so I could use the restroom and touch up my makeup. "Time to get this back on you. It"s almost time for you to marry Sea Breeze"s very own reformed playboy."
Oh, he was still a playboy. He was just my playboy.
I lifted my arms and let Willow drop the dress over my body.
"Sadie, Eva, Trisha, and Jess are all ready to go line up. I made sure before I left them to come back and check on you.
"Thank you." I wasn"t sure how I would have done all this without Willow. My mother had her hands full with my little sister, Larissa. The idea of that just made me happy.
Willow had stepped up and been the best matron of honor on the planet. My maid of honor was Sadie, but Willow had left Sadie to take care of the bridesmaids while she took care of me.
"You"re welcome. I loved being a part of this," she said, smiling at me in the mirror. "Let"s go do this thing."
Larissa met me in a dress full of white tulle as I opened the door. "You look like a princess," I told her as she spun around for me.
"Daisy May has a dress just like mine. Just like you said." She beamed at me.
"I"m sure you both will be the prettiest princesses these people have ever seen."
Larissa held up her basket. "It"s empty. Daisy May is keeping my petals until it"s time. I kept spilling "em on accident. She didn"t want me to lose them, so she said she"d keep "em for me."
"Come with me. I"ll get you and Daisy May ready to walk down the aisle, and you can toss those petals all you want then. Just wait until it"s time," Willow said, grinning at me as she moved Larissa back to the lineup.
The bridesmaids had already started to head inside as the music played. Sadie smiled at me. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you."
Her eyes flashed with humor and she leaned close to me. "Is it true you had a little pre-wedding activity?"
I blushed again. Apparently, they all knew what had happened.
"Figured it was. You are marrying Preston Drake, after all," she said, then turned to walk through the doors.
"Girls, you two go once you see me get to the front," Willow told them, and they both nodded.
"I got this," Daisy May informed her.
I bit back a laugh. She really did know what she was doing. She"d done this a few times already.
Daisy May nudged Larissa. "Your turn. I"ll be behind you."
Larissa shot me a toothless grin and headed down the aisle too fast, and she tossed all her flowers out before she got halfway there. But she was happy and adorable.
My dad walked up beside me and held out his arm.
"He makes you happy, right?" he said, staring down at me.
"Yes, Daddy. More than anything in the world."
He nodded. "Then it"s time I gave you away."
I patted his arm and held on as we walked toward the man of my dreams waiting on me.
Jason and Jess from Misbehaving Jess I stood in the mirror and looked at my stomach. It was at that point where I looked fat but not yet pregnant. I was not liking this phase of pregnancy. My b.o.o.bs were bigger, and Jason loved that. Until today I hadn"t minded. I loved knowing I was carrying Jason Stone"s baby.
He had cla.s.ses all day, and I wanted to surprise him at lunch. But when I texted him, he said he had to go to the library and get some research pulled from some blah, blah, blah stuff I didn"t understand.
By the time he had responded to my text, I was already on the Harvard campus and had to turn back home. Girls my age in tight tops and cute little skirts were all over the place. They were all smart and brilliant like Jason.
They looked like everything I wasn"t, and I hated them. I hated that he was there every day with girls like this. I was at home, pregnant, taking online college courses because my nausea had kept me from actually attending college in person.
While I"m at home, he"s here living this life of a college guy, seeing everything I took away from him. Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at my own image in the mirror in front of me. I was ruining his life. I was nothing like what he deserved. I had my body and looks before, but now I was losing that. And what did I have to even compete with those girls?
I had nothing. I was exactly what his mother said: a weight around his neck.
"Jess, baby, are you crying?"
I jerked my head up to see Jason coming in the bedroom door, moving directly toward me with a purposeful stride. Seeing him dressed in his white oxford shirt and slacks, looking like one of those elite people I will never be, sent my tears into a full-blown sob.
I hadn"t made friends here because no one liked me. I wasn"t like them. I was different. Jason had even distanced himself from his friends at school, and I knew why. They didn"t like me. I wasn"t cla.s.sy and rich.
Jason"s arms wrapped around me and pulled me against his chest. "What"s wrong, sweetheart?" His voice was so gentle and patient. Which only made me cry harder.
"You"re scaring me, Jess," he said in a concerned tone as he ran his hand over my head and then cupped my face. "Tell me what"s wrong. I hate it when you cry."
I tried to control my sobbing and wiped at my tear-streaked face, now worried because I was going to be all red and blotchy. Not exactly something a man wants to come home to.
"Did someone say something to you? I swear to G.o.d, if they did I"ll kill someone. . . ."
He had been forced to defend me a lot in this world. Now that we didn"t do much with the crowd he used to spend time with, it happened less. I shook my head so he would calm down. I sniffed, swallowing the newest onslaught of tears that were threatening to break free.
"I"m a . . . weight . . . around your neck," I choked out, my words followed by a sob.
"Has my mother been here?" he asked angrily.
I shook my head. "No, it"s just . . . just the tr-truth," I hiccupped. "I don"t fit into your wo-orld. I just hinder your life," I finished, then buried my face in his neck.
His arms tightened around me. "You put color in my life, Jess. You make me laugh and you give me a reason to smile even when things are s.h.i.t. You"re my world. I don"t know where you"re getting this bulls.h.i.t. Baby, you never have been and will never be a weight around my neck. Ever."
I kissed his neck and sniffled. His words always helped steady me. The past month, my emotions had been a roller coaster. My usually tough exterior had crashed and burned somewhere around twelve weeks of pregnancy. And everything hurt my feelings.
Jason ran his hands over my widening hips and cupped my b.u.t.t. "No panties. f.u.c.king hot," he said, smiling. "I missed you today. I hate being away from you. Wish I could put you in my pocket and take you to all my cla.s.ses with me."
Smiling through my tears, I kissed him under his chin. "I"m too fat to fit in your pocket."
His hands squeezed my bottom. "Nothing about you is fat. You"re all curvy and soft and carrying my baby. Most perfect woman on earth."
He finished that sweet little statement, then covered my mouth with his. Hungry for him, I groaned and opened for him. The gentle thrust of his tongue as it swirled around mine before moving out and back in made me think of where else I"d like him to thrust into my body. I wiggled against him, feeling his erection pressing against my stomach.
"I forgot to mention: always so hot and h.o.r.n.y, too," Jason said with a growl, reaching for my nightgown and taking it off me with one hand. I was completely naked underneath.
"What do you need, baby? What will make you feel good? It"s time I take care of my girl, and I"m all yours."
When a man like Jason Stone offers to take care of you, it"s hard to put thoughts together.
Anything he did would make me happy. But I knew exactly what to do to make him crazy. He had always loved my b.u.t.t, but now that it was fuller he was positively obsessed with it. I turned around and put my palms on the dresser, sticking my bottom out to him and spreading my legs. "I need to be f.u.c.ked," I said sweetly, glancing back over my shoulder at him and batting my eyelashes teasingly.
His eyes were hot and glued to my a.s.s. He lifted his gaze from what I was asking for to look at me. I made the pouty lips that drove him nuts. "Hurry, I"m all achy."
"Holy f.u.c.k, Jess," he groaned, jerking his shirt off without even unb.u.t.toning it, then ripping his pants off faster. "I love this a.s.s. And the naughty girl it"s attached to. She f.u.c.king owns me."
He grabbed my b.u.t.t cheeks with his hands and squeezed, then slapped my a.s.s, watching it jiggle. With another growl he soothed the skin pink from his hands, and then bent down to kiss each spot he"d slapped.
I jiggled my bottom myself this time. "It"s tingling. Please," I begged, and bit my lip. His eye swung back to my face, and he bent over me and kissed my lips, then pulled the one I had been biting into his mouth and sucked.
"You want me to f.u.c.k you? That"s what will make my girl happy?" he asked me in a husky voice that made me shiver.
"Mmm-hmmm," I replied, and pressed back against him.
His hands grabbed my hips and he entered me, sliding inside me slow. The muscles in his neck stood out as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. He was beautiful. And when he did that, he was so f.u.c.king hot.
"Best p.u.s.s.y in the world," he panted, and then his eyes opened and found me looking back at him. "My p.u.s.s.y. My tight, hot little p.u.s.s.y," he said as he rocked back and forth into me.
"Yes," I agreed, letting my head fall forward. Each time he was fully inside me, he hit the spot that made me cry out. "All yours."