by JA Low
“Stop, stop,” she protests as I continue my tickle assault on her.
“Not until you take it back,” I demand.
“Fine, fine,” she relents, my fingers stop.
“Fine, what?”
“Fine, rock stars are the manliest men in the world and I bow down to your manliness.” She smirks. “Are you over your mantrum?”
“Yes, but you insulted my manhood, I needed to defend my honor…anyway about this wedding.”
“Yeah, well I was thinking. I know we were all talking about a white Christmas this year, especially as my parents are coming over.” Vanessa straddles herself onto my lap; she takes a couple of sips of her red wine then continues, “I know Si wants to show Ryder the snow also. All of our families are going to be together this year so it kind of makes sense to have the wedding around the same time.” My eyes widen, she is serious. Christmas is not that far away, well it is but I guess not in wedding months.
“So you have been thinking about having it then?”
“Yeah, Derrick has been bugging me with a Pinterest board he has set up with wedding ideas that he has added all of us onto, everyone has been adding their two cents worth to it…so I guess subconsciously I have been thinking about it.”
“And?” My heart is racing; I honestly don’t care where we get married. The fact that she wants to do it again and the first time wasn’t a fluke still blows my mind.
“Well, being here has kind of made the choice for me.” We stare at each other; her lips turn in a small smile. “I was thinking maybe we could go somewhere snowy for Christmas, rent a big house for all our friends and family then maybe between Christmas and New Year we have our wedding. We can all continue on and celebrate New Year’s together. If time allows, once all our families have gone home, we could…you know…go on another honeymoon.”
Now it’s my turn to smile. “Who knew you were a bridezilla underneath this hard exterior, Mrs. Taylor.” I give my wife’s ass a pinch which makes her yelp.
“I am not going to be a bridezilla, thank you very much,” she huffs and I raise an eyebrow at her. “Just because I demand perfection from professionals does not make me a bridezilla.” This makes me chuckle; my perfectionist wife thinks she isn’t going to be a bridezilla. “Anyway that’s what Camryn is for.”
That’s true, Camryn is pretty scary when it comes to events, but she is the best of the best. “True, she can be scary when she wants to be.”
“Exactly, she is the kind of person that you need to whip up a wedding in what…three and a bit months? Like that’s normal isn’t it?” I shrug, because I have no idea how long it takes to organize a wedding. “Why do I already feel anxious about planning it, please don’t tell me I have been hit by wedding fever already.” She looks at me horrified.
“I have the perfect cure for your wedding fever.” I twitch my cock that is hard and stuck between us.
“Oh really?” She gives me a sly smirk.
“Yes, the grooms cock will most definitely help with getting rid of wedding fever. Jump on before it’s too late.” Ness moves around until she is hovering over me, she slowly sinks down on me, we both let out a satisfied moan.
“I think it’s helping, babe. The wedding fever is slowly disappearing.”
“Why do you ever doubt me, wife?”
106
Vanessa
“Christian is such a romantic,” Sienna says.
We are currently sitting in my living room with Chinese takeaway and bottles of champagne. The gang wanted to hear about my spontaneous honeymoon.
“It was so beautiful, quiet and so relaxing.” I show them the PG rated pictures from our honeymoon.
“I can’t believe you turned off your phone for a whole weekend,” Isla chuckles.
“I bet Christian had his ways of keeping her occupied, am I right?” Derrick seeks a high five from me, of course I indulge him and we slap hands.
“That’s what you do on honeymoons, D, fuck each other’s brains out,” Camryn adds as she digs into her chicken cashew stir fry.
“It’s still nice that he whisked you away for some alone time, I mean you guys have been so busy since coming back from Vegas,” Sienna adds.
“At first I was having a heart attack because we had so much shit to do for the party.”
“Yeah, but that’s what I am here for,” Camryn adds.
“Exactly, that’s why we hire the best.”
“Damn right, bitch.” Camryn gives me a high five. What are we now, some frat brothers or something with all these high fives?
“Well, you look utterly refreshed,” Stacey complements me.
“Thanks, babe. I do feel fantastic. Actually I have some news.”
The room goes quiet and all eyes land on me.
“Shit, you’re pregnant,” Sienna whispers.
“Christian put a bun in your oven,” Derrick adds.
“What? No,” I quickly reply. Shit, I should have thought of my delivery better. “No, no, not yet. But we are trying.” The room erupts, it’s not like that’s a big secret, Christian likes to tell everyone that practice makes perfect, and our kid is going to be pretty perfect with the amount of practicing we have been doing. Men!
“Well you better tell us as soon as you pee on that stick woman.” Derrick’s eyes narrow at me as he points his chopsticks my way.
I cross my heart. “Of course, you will all be the first to know, well I mean outside of my husband.” They all nod in agreement and start digging back into their dinners. “But this has to do with our wedding.” Everyone stops eating again.
“And?” Camryn asks.
I smile at them and continue, “And…I have the perfect idea for it.” I explain to them how we were talking about having a white Christmas this year for the family and how everyone was going to be here, so why not have our wedding then, sometime between Christmas and New Year’s. Obviously New Year’s Eve is out as that is Sienna and Evan’s wedding anniversary, and I don’t want to get married on Christmas Day but one of those dates in-between is fine.
“Oh my God, this is so perfect,” Camryn squeals. “I have so many ideas.”
“First we need to pick a spot,” Sienna suggests.
“Somewhere that snows a lot at Christmas,” Stacey adds.
“And it has to be fabulous, because there is no way in the world you two are getting married in some hick town,” Derrick states.
“Do you want to stay here in the States or go overseas?” Camyrn asks.
“I’m not sure, that’s what I am struggling with? I have never dreamed of a wedding and now that Christian is asking me to plan my dream wedding, I am so confused. All I know is; I want it to snow!”
Everyone goes quiet for a moment, all lost in thought until they start calling out places all around the world.
“Oh my God, I’ve got it, what about England,” Camryn states. “Doesn’t Olivia have a family castle up there, I’m sure she would let us borrow it.”
Liv, or Lady Olivia Pearce as she is known to everyone else, met Camryn when she helped organize a party for her mother’s charity in London, they hit it off and we welcomed her into our little merry group of friends. We have spent time up at her family’s estate in Northumberland, up in the North of England which borders Scotland. It was beautiful, grand and perfect for a wedding.
“Oh my God, I remember that place. Do you think she would mind?”
“I’ll go give her a call and see what she says, we can only ask, and if not we can try somewhere else,” Camryn says as she walks away dialing Olivia’s number.
“This place is amazing, old stone, endless manicured gardens, it’s like walking back in time,” I tell the others. I hope Christian likes the idea. Moments later Camryn walks in with a sad look on her face, my stomach sinks, damn, just when I got excited about the idea.
“Guess who’s getting married in a castle!” she shouts.
“What? No! Oh my God,” I squeal as I launch myself into her arms. No way i
n the world. “She said yes?”
Camryn is smiling. “Liv said she would be so honored if you got married at her estate.” I swing Cammie around. “This is going to be incredible.”
“It’s going to be perfect, plus not to mention a totally paparazzi free zone seeing how large the estate is,” Camryn adds. Shit, in my excitement I hadn’t even thought about the damn paparazzi, they are going to have a field day if they realize we are getting married again. “This is seriously going to be amazing. We need to start planning now because you only have a couple of months. We have to get a dress, suits for the boys, bridesmaid outfits, food, location, theme, honeymoon…” Camryn’s endless lists continue; the throbbing in my temple starts.
“Okay, well firstly let me start with my squad.” I look at all of my closest friends with a smile on my face.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Derrick is the first to catch on, I nod my head and he squeals. The others all look around confused. “She’s asking us to be her bridesmaids, bitches,” Derrick shouts. The rest of the room turns into squeals and tears.
“What’s going on here?” Christian walks in with Axel as I wipe the tears from my cheeks.
“Ness just announced her squad,” Derrick states.
“Squad?” Axel questions.
Derrick rolls his eyes. “How do people not get this? Taylor Swift has a squad, now Vanessa Taylor has a squad. Us.”
Christian and Axel look at Derrick confused.
“I asked them to be my bridesmaids,” I tell them.
“We are planning your wedding,” Camryn adds.
“Really now?” Christian smirks at me and I nod my head in agreement. He walks over and takes a seat beside me, giving me a kiss on my temple as he does.
“So what are the plans?” he asks excitedly.
“A friend’s castle in England.” Christian and Axel raise their brows. “I know people,” I say, giving Christian a wink which makes him smile.
“Sometime between Christmas and New Year. A winter wedding, imagine watching the snow fall, cozied up together beside a roaring fire, all your family and friends around you.” Camryn paints a magical picture.
“I love it. But can I add something.” Camryn nods at Christian. “I know it’s a moot point having a bachelor party, seeing as we are already married, but I’ve been thinking.”
“And you know that’s scary when my brother has been thinking,” Axel chuckles. Christian’s arm comes out and punches him in the gut, making him wince.
“Like I was saying, I have been thinking and if I could have the bachelor party of my dreams…”
I look at my husband with a frown; he seriously wants to have a bachelor party! I know the kind he would want, probably filled with skanky strippers and stuff, I thought he had changed. “Angel, don’t look at me like that.” He is giving me a pout. “I’m serious, I want something cool, and Camryn I want you to organize it.”
“If it’s strippers I am going to veto it,” she says, having my back.
Christian makes a face. “Strippers! You think my dream bachelor party would include strippers?” He looks at us all and we shrug. Yeah we kind of do. Now he pouts even more, folding his arms across his hard chest. “I am so offended right now guys.”
“Bro, come on, most bachelor parties include strippers.” Axel nudges him.
“Well this one doesn’t.” The room falls silent. “Ah, that got your attention, didn’t it? Now, I will tell you. I want a James Bond themed bachelor party.”
“Hell yes,” Derrick yells.
Christian smiles. “In Monaco.” Silence. Christian looks around the room at our shocked expressions. “No one has anything to say?”
“Fuck yeah.” Axel is the first to break the silence. “Count me in.”
“All the boys in tuxedos, my dreams will be coming true.” Derrick smiles at us.
“Babe, so what you think?” Christian asks, giving my knee a squeeze.
Turning, I look into his excited face. “I think that sounds awesome.” I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a kiss of encouragement.
“What about the bachelorette party?” Isla asks.
“If the boys are going to Monaco, then so should we,” Isla adds.
“We could be bond girls,” Derrick suggests which makes us laugh.
“I’d love to see your Pussy Galore,” Christian whispers into my ear.
“And Yvette can do your dress, we could fly to Paris, then onto Monaco for the party,” Sienna suggests.
“Oh my God, that is brilliant.” Yvette designed Sienna’s wedding dress and did a spectacular job, of course I want her to do mine.
“Sebastien could do the catering, he’s a famous chef.” Derrick winks.
“Do you mean Sebastien Sanchez?” Camryn asks and I nod. Sebastien is Yvette’s brother, and close friends with Sienna and Derrick. Sienna also kind of hooked up with him after her divorce while she and Evan were just friends. “He is like one of the most sought after chefs in the world, plus the man is stunning.”
“Sienna knows all about that, don’t you?” Derrick teases.
“Stop it.” Sienna throws a fortune cookie at Derrick.
Camryn is looking between the two.
“Before she got serious with Evan, she hooked up with Sebastien,” Derrick whisper yells.
“D,” Sienna shouts.
“We only kissed, we were friends, plus my relationship with Evan was complicated then,” Sienna nervously tells Camryn.
“Who cares, that boy is fine. Do you seriously think he would cater the wedding?” Camryn looks hopeful.
Sienna shrugs. “I can always ask; no harm in it.” Camryn looks very excited by this prospect.
“This is going to be the best wedding ever,” Christian calls out, and I think he might be right. It’s turning into something pretty epic.
107
Christian
Ness hasn’t been feeling well leading up to tonight’s event. I told her she needs to slow down because she is going to burn herself out. I hate seeing the dark circles under her eyes. At least next week she is off to Paris with the girls—wedding dress shopping, and hopefully she can relax then. My parents are so excited that the wedding is happening sooner rather than later, and if I’m honest, so am I. I know I have already locked down the finest lady I have ever met when we got married in Vegas. But this time feels like it’s more official than that because we are declaring everything in front of family and friends.
The wedding is going to be pretty spectacular from what Camryn has been sending through to me. I know, I know, the groom shouldn’t be involved in the planning of the wedding as much, it’s usually the bride. But my bride is super stressed at the moment and I want to take some of the burden off of her, so I have been emailing ideas back and forth with Camryn.
“Christian, Christian,” the paparazzi call my name as I arrive early to the event. “How’s married life?” One of the photographers asks.
“Best decision I ever made,” I reply back. They continue asking questions about Ness being knocked up and how her health is, but I ignore them, I need to get to my girl. Jackson Connolly, our security director and Finn’s younger brother, is waiting by the back entrance of the hotel for me. “This way,” he calls, ushering me away from the vultures. “We need to push them back; they are blocking the door for everyone,” I tell Jackson, who nods and speaks into his microphone relaying the message to his security team.
I see Ness standing out by the pool with Camryn, the girls and Derrick. They’re watching the construction of the stage and runway on top of it. It’s a pretty cool idea, putting the clear cover over the pool then building the stage on top of it and the runway circling around it.
“Hey, Angel,” I say, slipping my arms around her.
She jumps at the shock, but then sinks back against me. “Hey.”
“How’s it all going?” I ask, looking at the major construction happening before me.
“Great, just mak
ing sure this gets set up correctly. Most of the bands are here already hanging out in the cabanas.” She points behind us, not taking her eyes off the workers.
Luxury cabanas line the edges of the pool; we have rented enough so all the lower level for the event is guaranteed privacy. Luckily the hotel is set up for celebrity clientele and discretion is key for them. Tonight those rooms are going to get a lot of action. I laugh to myself because I would have been one of those using it with some random groupie. Actually, maybe I will use one of those rooms, whisk Ness away from the party, pretend she is one of my groupies and push her up against the wall, hiking up her dress and plowing into her hard and fast just the way she loves it. Ness is always up for a bit of role play. I adjust my dick, but he’s not listening, his mind is still stuck on my fantasy in the suite. I hear a throat clear, Ness’ bottom wiggles against my stiffening dick. Shit, that perks him up even more.
“Seriously?” she questions me.
“Not my fault my wife is hot and I was thinking about the dirty things I want to do with you in one of those cabanas.” This makes her chuckle.
“Shame I am busy.”
“Do you really need to watch those construction workers put the stage together? I mean everyone else is here” I look over to where Camryn, Isla, Stacey, Sienna and Derrick are standing talking amongst themselves.
“There is some serious eye candy setting it up, so we needed all hands on deck,” Ness answers.
I pinch her ass making her squeal.
“Oh for fuck’s sake, would you two stop your newly wedded bliss,” Derrick jokes.
“I was just trying to convince my wife to have a quickie with me in one of the cabanas.”
“Christian,” Ness gasps.
The rest of them giggle. It’s probably totally unprofessional of me to say that, but my dick isn’t deflating, and now I can’t stop thinking of fucking her.
“You have ten minutes before I need her again.” Camryn smirks at us. “Think you can be quick?” she challenges me.
