by JA Low
“True, well, you can still enjoy the weekend anyway.” He slaps me on the back. Nate ushers us toward the luxury tender, all sleek and shiny with buttery soft leather. “Hold on boys, this is going to be fast.” One of his crew starts up the motors, the rubble vibrating through us as he slowly pushes the throttle weaving us between the multimillion dollar yachts moored around us. As soon as we hit open water he pushes the throttle to full and we zoom out across the waves, the freezing cold sea spray hits us as we bump over the waves. It’s not long before we reach a super sleek, white, chrome and wood super yacht, the kind young boys would pin onto their bedroom walls and probably jerk off to from time to time. Yep, the inner teenage boy in me is getting a stiffy over the vessel in front of me. We pull up alongside the boat and Nate’s very good looking, and female crew greet us, wearing long sleeve, extremely fitted white polos with tight navy booty shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. Meaning it’s bloody cold and I don’t need the wind to tell me that. “Welcome, Mr. Taylor,” a blonde coos as she helps me from the bobbing boat.
“Thank you,” I reply as I quickly let go of her soft hand. Don’t want her getting any ideas. This may be my bachelor party, but I am most definitely a happily married man.
“Welcome to Paradise, boys.” Nate smiles, the gold word Paradise scrawled across the side of the boat.
“I think I am going to like Paradise,” Axel mumbles as the brunette he is with gives him a flirty giggle. I roll my eyes because that used to be my life.
“God I was a douche bag,” I chuckle to myself as I follow Nate through the teak interior of the boat.
“Glad I’m not the only non-single guy here.” Evan whispers to me as we walk.
“I got your back, bro.”
“As long as Nate has told these ladies you and I are off their menu it should be okay.” I look at Evan freaking out over some chicks; it’s kind of funny. It’s amazing what a good woman can do to a notorious womanizer.
“This is the main saloon,” Nate points out. And wow, everything is glass, chrome or white, very sleek and modern. There is a bar set up to one side where a beautiful woman is making drinks, she gives us a flirty smile and continues working. In the middle of the room is a large U shaped sofa, and in front of that is a big screen TV. “Anything you need up here Nadia will be happy to assist you.” Nate points to the bar lady, who waves at us, she seems to have lost a couple of buttons off her top exposing her generous cleavage. Look away Christian, look away.
Nate takes us back out into the foyer and to a set of spiral stairs. “These lead to your bedrooms, each room has your name marked on it. There is staff on call any time of the day if you should need it. They can cater to anything you desire, and I mean anything.”
“On the first deck we have another bar,” Nate states as he gestures toward it and points to another gorgeous female flight attendant. “The dining room is also on the first deck and upstairs we have the play area.” We follow him up the teak staircase to where we find the Jacuzzi, sun loungers and big screen TV.
“As this is Christian’s bachelor party, and as he will not be partaking in the usual bachelor style shenanigans, the rest of you boys are able to sample the delights that I have arranged for you. As you have guessed my staff is very good looking.” Well no shit, Nate. “That is because most of them are staff members from my European clubs and I have asked them to join me on my boat to have fun this weekend with you. They all have Paradise Club wristbands so you can see what they are into. Of course you will have access to my club here in Monaco whenever you wish to use it, ask any one of the normal crew and they can arrange a tender to take you back to the marina. Now, Chris, I know you have more friends coming along later tonight that will be meeting you at the casino. If you wish to bring the party back to the boat then that is fine, of course only people who have been vetted by myself will get access to the club if you so wish to party there as you can understand the need for exclusiveness.” I nod, I don't really care about the club unless Ness wants to have some fun there, but now that she is pregnant maybe it isn’t a good idea. “You guys are probably ready for some lunch, if you want to take a seat down in the main dining saloon, lunch is ready to be served.”
Okay, not at all what I was expecting for lunch. There on one of the tables is a naked lady and she is covered in sushi. Nate, gives me a smirk. The rest of the boys, except for Evan, are enjoying the sight as they start to take bits off her body. On the other side of the naked lady is another table set up full of man food. There are trays of buffalo wings, sliders, tacos, hot dogs and no naked lady. Evan and I decide to tuck in over there.
“How’s Ness feeling?” Evan asks.
“She’s okay, no throwing up yet, but I’m guessing she might be a little early.”
“Each woman is different, this time Sienna says she feels different, I mean our first baby was a surprise…we had no idea, and again this baby is a super surprise even though we have been trying. But this time she is much more sensitive to smells, that’s how we knew, she started to gag at the smell of coffee, then my cologne and so on.” he chuckles.
“Smells make them sick?” I question him. Shit, I had no idea.
“Yep, especially at the start. She will also go off certain foods, but I will say they do get a hell of a lot hornier.” My eyes widen and Evan laughs. “I thought my dick was going to fall off with the amount of sex Sienna wanted. Man, I thought I had a high sex drive but hers was crazy, I had to beg her to stop harassing me because I needed a break.”
This makes me laugh, I remember now, I sent him a box of horny goat weed to help with his stamina. Shit, maybe that prank is going to come back to me. “I guess I better stock up on horny goat weed then.”
Evan elbows me in the side. “Not going to lie, man, I tried some of it, it fucking helps. I still have a billon boxes left, might send them to you, you’re going to need it.” We both burst out laughing.
“Do you want another boy?”
Evan smiles before saying, “Yeah, would be great for Ryder to have a brother, but if it’s a girl, I’ll be happy with that. But man I am scared shitless if it’s going to be a girl. I am going to have to carry a shotgun around because I don’t want a fucker like me turning up trying to get into my daughter’s pants.” I start to laugh then I realize Ness could be pregnant with a girl as well.
“Fuck, no way man. No way in the word will I be letting a rock star date my little girl…nope, never.”
“We will both have to get shotguns then, and maybe I will train Ryder as well so he can make sure no fuckers mess with his little sister.” We both nod in agreement.
“Or we could have boys and then not worry about any of that stuff.”
“True, but then we would have to worry about groupies and gold diggers,” Evan reminds me. Either way we are screwed.
“Do you think I am going to be a good dad?” I ask, feeling a little vulnerable about what a big thing this is, bringing a little person into the world.
“Man, if I can do it, you can do it. Those little fuckers change you, they are the best things in the entire world. Even when they are screaming at two in the morning, or shitting themselves, or pissing on you, or vomiting up god only knows what like a damn exorcist. Even dealing with all that, you still love them to death. So yeah, I think you are going to be a good dad, and don’t worry if you don’t know what you’re doing, you will work it out. Plus, I kind of take my cues from Si, she seems to know what to do most of the time. I think it’s ingrained into women, this special knowledge on how to deal with kids. She is fucking amazing and Ness is going to be the same. And when you see her with your baby in her arms, rocking them back to sleep, that’s when you realize that everything else you have in your life means nothing, or is not worth as much as that moment is right there.” Evan clasps my shoulder and gives it a squeeze. “I’m here for ya, anytime.” He walks off back toward the rest of the guys. Shit, my life is about to change, and for the better.
117
“Oh my God, you are here,” Camryn screams, wrapping her arms around Olivia, one of our closest friends from London.
“I have missed you so much, it’s been too long,” Olivia says with the cutest British accent, oh how I have missed hearing it. “And you!” She points at me. “Marrying a rock star in Vegas, oh the cliché of it all.” She smiles at me as she wraps me in her arms. Olivia is this petite little thing, the perfect English rose with her silky, chocolate brown hair, porcelain white skin and rugby red lips. But it’s those doe brown eyes that pull you in.
“It has been too long,” I say, looking at my old friend.
“I know; I have been so slack.”
“Please, we understand.” Camryn, squeezes her hands. Olivia is the oldest daughter of the Duke of Northumberland, her father has been suffering ill health for the past couple of years and she gave up her career in international business to come home and run the estate for him, with no help from her younger sister, Penelope, I might add, who is too busy living the life of a socialite. Olivia has turned the estate around from financial ruin to a multimillion dollar business. She has opened the estate up for visitors and functions, especially weddings in the stunning gardens that surround the property. She moved her parents to Edinburgh where her father can get full time medical care and she has been living in that big old estate by herself for the past couple of years while her sister lives this exciting life in London.
“I am so happy you are here.” Sienna steps forward.
“No way, Sienna, is that you?” Olivia smiles, giving her a hug.
“I know it’s been a while.” Sienna caught up with Olivia a couple of times when she visited us in London when she was married to Beau.
“Ness told me you are married to a rock star and had a baby.”
Sienna smiles before confirming, “Yep, sure did, and couldn’t be happier.”
“The party is here.” Derrick busts through the door with three very hot men behind him. “I have brought the entertainment,” he smirks as the men enter our penthouse and make their way over to where the makeshift bar is kept. All the women in the room track their movements as they start taking off their clothes.
“Derrick,” I squeal.
“What? Hello, this is a bachelorette party.” Thankfully the men stop at their boxer briefs. Each of them tie an apron around themselves and quickly pull off their underwear. My eyes widen and I shoot Derrick a glare. He just smiles and blows me a kiss.
“Is this Lady Olivia Pearce I see before me?” Derrick asks cheekily.
“Is that Sir Derrick of Boner I see before me,” she replies. A joke the two of them had when they would catch up in London. Derrick always believed he should have been a royal. He whisks her off her feet, the five foot nothing there is of her.
“Milady, I have missed you.” He gives her a big wet kiss on her cheek. “I’ve heard my princess has been locked up in the castle for a while…thankfully Sir Derrick is here to save the day. I bet the princess is pretty horny.”
“Derrick,” she gasps, her cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink.
“Hmm.” He scrutinizers her. “I can tell, sweetheart, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Olivia rolls her eyes at him. “And I am not talking about the manual kind of play.” Olivia turns a deeper shade of pink.
“Derrick, leave her alone.” Camryn comes to her rescue.
“Cammie, this girl needs me. Look at my princess, she has been stuck up in that tower waiting for her Prince Charming to come along, but he has been waylaid by some skanky wench. It is my duty to help her.”
Derrick is probably right. Olivia was always the good girl because of who she was related to. The media always watched her every move, and she never wanted to give her family any scandal, unlike her sister, Penelope, who didn’t care what people thought of her. Penny would regularly be on the news for dating married men, sun bathing topless in St Bart’s and partying her way around Europe every summer, while poor Olivia kept her in the lifestyle she had become accustomed to. If it wasn’t for Olivia giving up her life and turning the estate around, Penny would never have the money to fund her extravagant lifestyle, plus it doesn’t help that her parents indulge Penny.
“Actually, Derrick, I am engaged.” The room goes quiet, we all freeze.
“Engaged,” Derrick says slowing, nearly stumbling over his words.
“Yes, it’s only just happened.” Her cheeks go pink again.
“How the hell did I not know about this?” Camryn asks.
“Honestly, it’s not a big deal.” She shrugs her shoulders.
“You’re telling me getting engaged isn’t a big deal?” Derrick asks.
“No, well not for me anyway.” Olivia frowns. “It’s not like we got engaged because we love each other.” You could hear a pin drop.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“My father is dying…” Tears well up in Olivia’s eyes and she tries to push them back, but a couple escape.
“Hey, come here.” Derrick pulls her into his lap and wraps himself around her, she gives him a weak smile.
“Dad’s best friend is Duke of Roxburghe and they believe if I marry his son that will strengthen both of our estates. My father agrees with him and so they have arranged for me to marry his son, Marquess Edmund Lumley.”
“It’s the twenty first century, arranged marriages don’t exist,” Charlotte pipes up.
“Unfortunately in noble circles the practice is alive and kicking.” She gives us a sad smile.
“At least tell me the man is good looking and not old enough to be your father,” Derrick adds.
This makes her laugh, “No, no, far from it.” She takes her phone out of her bag and types into it then turns the screen to Derrick. His jaw drops.
“I would let him arrange anything on me.” He takes the phone and hands it around. All the women agree; the man is hot.
“Yep, I could have done a lot worse in the looks department. But the problem is…he is a notorious womanizer, and I am…well…” She lets the words trail off.
“You are what? A beautiful woman? A smart, intelligent, sexy woman?” Derrick answers for her.
Olivia blushes. “Thank you, but I mean, I am…well…you know, not as experienced as he is. I have only been with a couple of men and they were lackluster at best.” Looking down at her hands, she twists them in knots, embarrassed by her confession.
“Then it’s lucky you have come to the right place. Especially when we are partying with rock stars.” Derrick smiles at her. “Think of me as your white knight of non-virtue here to corrupt you.” This makes her laugh. “You want to learn things that will help you feel more confident in the bedroom with his royal hotness…then you are going to get the best education this weekend. I’m sure one of the Dirty Texas boys would love to show you the ropes.”
“Just not Evan,” Sienna pipes up.
“Or Christian,” I add.
“Yes, yes, ladies, retract those claws, and Finn is off limits.” He looks at Isla.
“Remember, I am staying strong,” Isla adds.
“Yeah, not this weekend you’re not, I’m totally psychic and you two are totally doing the nasty. And probably not Oscar, ʼcause he and Stacey have some Fifty Shades of Grey thing happening.”
Stacey just shrugs and smiles.
“That leaves Axel. Yes, he is kind of perfect. I bet he would totally be up for some sexual experimenting.”
Olivia shakes her head. “He is too experienced for me.”
“No, he is perfect, seriously, plus you are totally his type. He likes brunettes and we all know Axel doesn’t do relationships.” Everyone nods in agreement.
“I’m pretty sure Axel could get any woman he wants, there is no way in the world he would look at me,” Olivia tells Derrick, who just laughs.
“Um, hello, have you not heard about Derrick Jones, stylist to the stars, I can so totally transform you. But you are already gorgeous.”
Olivia
gives him a big smile. “Okay, why not. It’s the only weekend I am going be able to do something reckless, go big or go home,” she says.
“That’s what I like to hear. First things first, stand up.” He pushes her off the chair. “Now, sit down right here.” He motions her to take his place on the chair. “Seeing as Ness is already married and won’t even look at another beefcake because…well she doesn't have to as she gets to screw Christian Taylor every night.” I give Derrick a high five, damn right I do. “I think Olivia should take her obligatory bachelorette lap dance instead.” The girls all agree, and Olivia looks like a deer caught in headlights. Derrick stands over her. “Do you trust me, princess?” She nods her head slowly. “I promise I won’t push you too far, just enough to have some fun.” Olivia slowly nods her head. “Great, boys,” Derrick calls out to the three naked waiters. “I need you to shake what your mama gave ya for this beautiful woman sitting here.” He points to Olivia who is sitting up so straight she is as stiff as a board. The three men nod, one of them plays around with his phone and connects it up to the stereo in the room. Stripper music starts pumping though the speakers.
The three men move closer to Olivia, in time with the music, her cheeks have turned pink and I can see the red flush rushing up her neck. The rest of the room is hollering and urging her on. Before long I am joining them, this is what friends are for, to corrupt the innocent. We watch as a wide-eyed Olivia notices that the three topless waiters are naked under their aprons and she lets out a gasp when one of them places her hands on his bare ass. This kind of sets us off into hysterics. Derrick is dancing around the room encouraging her; he pours a couple of shots of something down her throat which makes her wince. The men continue giving her a lap dance, their hands roaming all over her body, her hands slowly, and cautiously, exploring theirs.
“That’s it, princess, squeeze their butts,” Derrick hollers at her. She does it and it makes her giggle. “Now, test what’s under the apron.” Olivia stills and shakes her head. But one of the strippers grabs her hand and places it on his hardening dick. Olivia’s mouth forms the perfect ‘O’ in surprise as the stripper moves her hand up and down along his length. Not sure what kind of strippers Derrick bought, but he obviously got the all-inclusive type. Olivia is shrieking and giggling, and trying to not look at what her hand is doing. Derrick gives her a couple more shots which loosen her up.
