by JA Low
I wrap my arms around my wife and we silently take in the view, a couple of moments pass and I nuzzle her neck. “You know I am so going to fuck you in this pool.” This makes her laugh.
“I’m pretty sure we aren’t going to be the only ones doing it in the pool,” she laughs.
“Gross, on second thought…that king size bed we passed looks pretty good as well.”
“I need a shower, then a nap.”
“I don’t mind helping you with those things.” I give my wife’s ass a squeeze.
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Vanessa
“I’m dying,” Christian moans from beside me.
“We all are, bro,” Axel groans.
“Such a bunch of light weights.” Derrick smiles as he drinks a cocktail by the pool.
“But it was the best night ever, if I say so myself,” Camryn also groans beside me, her Jackie O glasses hiding her hangover.
Last night we celebrated Derrick’s thirtieth birthday and you could say things got crazy and pretty wild, especially with all the extra guests around. Camryn and her business partner Kimberly, who flew in from New York to help, had organized a stunning beach barbeque. There were long tables set up on the beach, a bonfire, cabanas set up in the sand decorated with white lace and fairy lights; it was magical. She organized for Derrick to be carried out by four, half naked men. Of course she had designed a floral crown for him to wear and a throne for him to sit at. He looked like King Tut as he arrived at the barbeque, waving to his waiting subjects. I guess it could have been worse; he might have arrived via elephant.
There was an outdoor bar and a DJ duo, called Duo, played the tunes; they were also recently signed to Dirty Texas Records. As the night progressed, Sons of Brooklyn pulled out their acoustic guitars and serenaded Derrick. It was sweet, even though you could see the strain between Chance and Derrick. True to her word, Camryn gifted him the hottest, single men she knew and he most definitely opened up all his presents. It was his birthday after all.
“You know what I will remember most.” Derrick grins.
We all shake our heads because we have no idea.
“Christian’s lap dance,” Derrick says with a huge smile.
“Please tell me no one recorded it,” Christian groans from his chair.
“I made sure no one recorded it, baby,” I soothe, giving him a kiss on his very prickly skin.
“You’re a good woman,” he mumbles, his large arms covering his eyes.
I asked Christian last night if he could strip to a G-string and give Derrick a lap dance. Let me tell you he was not keen on the idea, but I plied him full of tequila and then told him he could do whatever he wanted to me, if he did this for Derrick. When you wave that flag in front of a bull’s face he’s going to charge. Well, did Christian put on a show! It was the funniest thing I had ever seen. He was dressed up as a police man, I have no idea where he got the outfit from, I kind of don’t want to know. He pushed Derrick up against a palm tree and gave him a frisking he will never forget. He gave everyone a treat as he slowly started to strip out of his policeman’s uniform as he pushed Derrick onto a chair and threw his clothes into his face. When he pulled off his pants and saw Christian had on nothing but a G-string, I thought he was going to have a heart attack right there. He was in shock as Christian’s white ass twerked in his face. He did such a great job that I am demanding he gives me a lap dance at least once a week, my man’s got moves.
“I think everyone enjoyed that,” Camryn giggles as she snuggles up with Harris, her New Yorker boyfriend. He is totally Cammie’s type; tall, built, and a workaholic. He has that air of East Coast privilege about him. It took him a while to loosen up, but when he did he was a lot of fun.
“Hey,” Harris scolds, capturing Camryn’s lips against his. “You shouldn’t be looking at your bestie’s man.”
“I don’t think anyone had a choice, it was all out there,” Axel adds.
“I know everyone appreciated my performance last night, because look at me, who wouldn’t.” He’s so modest, my husband.
“Please, your performance was definitely no Magic Mike, you were lucky Derrick was just mesmerized by your white ass to say anything,” Axel goads his brother.
Christian sits up. “Really, really, you think you can do a better job than me?”
Axel shrugs.
“Oh no, you can’t just throw that shit out there and not back it up. I dare you to give Derrick a lap dance; let him decide which of us is the better lap dancer,” Christian argues.
“Oh hell yes,” Derrick squeals from the pool.
“What? Now?” Axel stumbles over his words.
“Yes, brother. Now! Unless you can’t handle it?” Christian pushes Axel.
“Oh my God, this is so hot,” Derrick whispers to me.
“Okay, fine.” Axel jumps up out of his chair. “Derrick, are you ready to be entertained?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Derrick squeals, quickly jumping out of the pool. He grabs a towel and dries himself off as he sits down on one of the sun lounges by the pool. “Give it to me, baby,” he croons.
“Well I am going to need some music,” Axel says.
Christian hands him his phone, Axel plays around with it until he finds the perfect song. ‘Hot in Herre’ by Nelly. He empties the bucket of ice into the garden then fills the bucket up with water. Not sure how much stripping he is going to be doing as he is only wearing board shorts. The music starts playing and Axel starts dancing around, and wow can he dance. We are talking full on boy band dancing, I had no idea Axel had moves like that. He is gyrating around and hip thrusting; everyone’s eyes are drawn to each thrust when we realize he is commando under those board shorts. Derrick is clapping and wolf whistling as Axel gives him a fantastic lap dance. He picks up the bucket and turns it over himself, the water running down every inch of his cut body, his board shorts becoming almost see through.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Derrick screams.
Axel is now hip thrusting himself into Derrick face, and he’s loving it, he turns around and does a slut drop on Derrick’s crotch as he twerks his ass over him.
“Your giving me a hard on,” Derrick yells.
Then Axel starts untying his board shorts—next thing, he throws them in Derricks face and his hand is covering his junk. Well not so much is covered as there is no way his hand can cover that monster between his legs. He lets Derrick slap his bare ass and as the song finishes he jumps into the pool naked.
“I think I need to join you.” Derrick jumps in after him. “I need to cool down after that.”
We all erupt into hoots and hollers after Axel’s performance. Christian is clapping. “Still think mine was better,” he says with a pout.
“You will always be my number one,” Derrick laughs from the pool.
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Christian
“I am so excited,” Mom whispers to me as we settle into our private jet. “All this is so luxurious.” Mom and Dad are always amazed when they realize how much their kids can afford. Currently the jet is filled with Evan and Sienna’s parents, Vanessa’s parents, Axel, Finn, Oscar, Jackson, Charlotte, Camryn, Isla, Stacey and Derrick.
As we are heading to Monaco for the bachelor party, we are doing a quick pit stop in Paris to do some last minute fittings for Vanessa’s wedding dress and the bridesmaid dresses. Derrick is also taking us suit shopping, I told him I would just wear one of my old tuxedos which earned me his ire. This is your wedding day, Christian Taylor. You are declaring your love to the woman of your dreams, you will not wear a second hand suit for that. Seeing as he is the expert on all things fashion I have left it all up to him.
We are also celebrating Thanksgiving while we are here, with a little bit of a French twist. Sebastien has graciously told us he would host Thanksgiving at his restaurant, which Vanessa tells me is amazing. Mom is so excited about Paris because she has always wanted to visit there, but has always refused the million times Axel and I have told her we would fly her there. Sh
e says she is just a simple southern woman that doesn’t want to cause a fuss. Like I believe that, but I am glad she is here now, the parents are going to stay on in Paris and explore while the rest of us jet down to Monaco. Evan and Sienna’s parents are on babysitting duties with Ryder, so they can have some fun this weekend too.
We have heaps of friends flying in for the weekend as well. Who would say no to a James Bond weekend in Monaco? Nate, who owns The Paradise Club, is letting us use his multimillion dollar super yacht for our stay; nothing is more James Bond than a super yacht in the middle of the Mediterranean.
The plane ride to Paris is a little more subdued than the last one we took to the Caribbean. “I am so excited, thank you for suggesting this with our families.” Vanessa snuggles into my side. It made sense, our families were already here getting ready to celebrate Thanksgiving, we had to have this weekend away at some point, why not mesh the two together, especially when we are running out of weeks until the wedding.
“I love seeing our parents experience our rock star life, they get a kick out of it.”
Vanessa let’s out a big yawn and snuggles further into my side. “I can’t believe how tired I am.” She yawns again, my wife has been working too hard, this wedding can’t come around soon enough, just so we can have some extended leave together and relax.
“I can take you to one of the bedrooms if you like?”
She shakes her head. “I think they might be all occupied by the oldies,” she giggles. “Plus you’re nice and squishy.”
“Hey, there is nothing squishy about me.” I flex my muscles which makes her laugh. I know I haven’t been working out as hard as I used to, I mean we have been so busy. Shit, maybe I am becoming squishy in my old age. Vanessa’s giggles pull me from my freak out.
“Your face is priceless. I can see the wheels turning in your head.” She smiles at me. “I would love you even if you were squishy.” She gives my love handles a little squeeze. Right, I am heading to the gym as soon as I arrive and I need to start laying off the beers, or maybe start drinking low calorie ones. Vanessa shakes her head at me. “You’re worse than a woman. Now recline this chair and let me sleep on you.” She jumps into my lap and I pull the leaver to recline the chair back as she snuggles into me again. The flight attendant hands me a blanket as she passes, I wrap it around both of us and we fall asleep to the hum of the jet.
“Welcome to Paris,” Derrick announces as the jet pulls to a stop. We make our way through the private airport’s immigration and then hop into the fleet of limousines that are waiting for us. Thankfully no paparazzi are out waiting for us, the last thing we want is for people to know we are here. We head through the bustling streets of Paris, Mom’s eyes wide as she takes it all in, a smile is firmly plastered on her face.
“There’s the Eiffel Tower.” She points in wonderment.
“Look at those pastries.” Dad points as we pass a couple of bustling boulangerie.
“Remember what the doctor said, you have to watch your cholesterol,” Mom reminds him. Dad just rolls his eyes at her playfully, she gives his knee a squeeze while smiling at him. Even after all these years together my parents are still in love with each other. I hope Ness and I can have as many years together as they have, that would be the biggest blessing.
Eventually we pull up to the apartment that we rented, we decided to rent one large apartment to fit us all in. I guess we are all so used to being stuck with each other when we travel the habit is hard to break.
“Oh, sweetheart, this place looks amazing. Like something out of a movie.” Mom is mesmerized by the French architecture. Isla punches in the pass code and we enter the three story building. We are staying in the seventeenth arrondissement, not far from the Arc de Triomphe and Champs-Élysées, perfect for our family to explore Paris. We enter a marbled foyer, there is an antique style lift to the left, and to the right is a beautiful marble staircase with an intricate gold handrail.
“Who’s game for the lift of death?” Derrick asks. Most people shake their heads. “Fine, but if something happens to me, just know I will haunt your asses.” Derrick jumps into the lift. We all trudge up the stairs, excitement filling the empty villa. The first level is the living area; I can see Mom enjoying the large entertainer’s kitchen with its views over Paris, making us pancakes in the morning. Dad would head straight to the media room and try searching for a football game, probably curse the time difference. There are also two bedrooms downstairs which my parents and Vanessa’s parents claim. Dad hates stairs, plus he has a dodgy knee so walking up and down too many flights of stairs will hurt him.
“Guess I am going to get a workout with all these stairs.” Ness smiles at me as we continue up to the next level. The Wyld family take over this level with the large master suite, giving them more room for little Ryder. The rest of the girls and Derrick join them on that level, each one of them grabbing a bedroom for themselves. The rest of us continue up to the next level where Ness and I, as well as Axel, Oscar and Finn will be staying. We have everything we could want up here, with the most spectacular views over Paris.
“Wonder where this door goes.” Finn pushes the small wooden door that is beside his bedroom, it creaks as he opens it, we follow behind him wondering where it goes. There’s a metal spiral staircase and we follow him up it. Finn pushes another wooden door at the top of the stairs and it opens out onto a stunning rooftop terrace garden. Bright green box hedges line the edges of the terrace, in one corner a large lemon tree stands proudly and it’s ripe for picking. Another corner has a wall of herbs, the smell tickling my nose. Oversized outdoor furniture is also scattered across the terrace which looks out across the rooftops of Paris.
“Oh my God, this is beautiful,” Vanessa exclaims.
“We are so partying up here,” Axel adds.
“Wow,” Oscar admires as we all take in the view.
“I am so going to fuck you up here,” I whisper into Ness’ ear. “Under the stars facing the Eiffel Tower.” A shiver runs through her.
“I can’t wait.”
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Vanessa
“Oh my God, you are here,” Yvette squeals, greeting us at her exclusive boutique. We all give her a hug as we enter and introduce her again to our families. “I am so excited. I cannot wait to show you your dress.”
Butterflies start to take flight in my stomach, I never thought that I would be excited about a wedding dress, but now that I am here, I kind of feel very bridal. There are bottles of champagne chilling in the dressing area along with delicate little pastel pastries.
“This is beautiful,” Mum whispers to me, taking in the luxurious surroundings of Yvette’s boutique.
“I think we should start with the bridesmaids first,” Yvette says.
Sienna, Isla, Camryn and Stacey head off behind the velvet curtains as I settle in with Mum and Sienna’s mum, who is holding a wriggling Ryder. Moments later the girls come out dressed in stunning black dresses. They consist of a black, long sleeve top with full body tulle skirts.
“Oh my God, they are perfect,” I say with amazement as each one of my girls models their dress for me. I am getting a little emotional; tears are threatening to fall from my eyes. What the hell is going on with me?
“I love them,” I say, and I can see Yvette visibly relax at my words.
“I feel so sophisticated.” Stacey twirls her dress around like a ballerina.
“I feel sexy.” Camryn smirks as she thrusts her leg out of the hidden split, showing off a tanned leg.
“Well, I think I need to cut down on whatever I am eating as I have gained some pounds since last time I was here,” Sienna moans as she turns around and shows me the half unzipped skirt. I try and stifle a giggle but I can’t hide it. “You’re such a bitch,” Sienna moans, which makes me laugh even louder. She flips me off and storms away. Even her Mum is laughing now.
“Next we will do the bride,” Yvette announces and I follow her nervously back into the dressing room. I d
idn’t trust Derrick when he suggested a princess style dress, but my friends assured me that it would match the location. As Derrick says, “You’re getting married in a goddamn castle, when else can you be a princess.” He’s right and I decided on the dress that is so far from what I thought I would ever get married in. Stepping into the dress, the yards and yards of sparkly tulle surrounds me.
“This is going to be fun going to the toilet in.”
“That’s what the bridesmaids are here for.” Yvette smiles as she dresses me. I slip my arms into delicate, sheer long sleeves; I can feel the heavy beading of the bodice. I catch myself in the mirror and I pause, I look like a bride, I cannot believe this is me, I look…happy. A single tear falls down my cheek as my stomach flip flops with excitement and happiness. “Um, Ness.” Yvette stops zipping me up. “I don’t mean to be rude but…have you put on weight since our last fitting.” I still, I am utterly horrified, I don’t fit into my dress, this is a disaster, panic starts to seep through me.
“Shit,” I mumble, embarrassed.
“Hey.” Yvette grabs my attention. “Weddings are stressful times; I can totally adjust the dress. But may I ask a personal question?” Yvette chews her lip nervously. “Do you think you might be pregnant?” I go completely still. No, I can’t be pregnant. I try to mentally calculate the last time I had my period. “I just asked Sienna the same thing and she gave me the same look you are giving me,” Yvette points out. “I just thought I would ask; I know it’s something personal if you are, but if you are I can adjust the dress accordingly.”
My heart is racing, there is no way I could be pregnant.
“Come, let me try the zip one last time and then you can show yourself to everyone outside.” Yvette works her magic on the zip and is able to just do it up, she pulls back the curtain and my family and friends appear in front of me. I slowly walk out to where the stand is in front of them so I can get a 360 degree look of myself.
