Wedding Bells and Wall Street Bros

by Alina Jacobs

  “How is that going to stay up?” I asked.

  “I 3D print scaffolding,” Sophie explained with a laugh.

  “Bet you didn’t know weddings could be so scientific,” Brea teased, nudging me.

  “I really want to get a 3D food printer,” Sophie added. “Then I could make really cool shapes out of sugar.”

  “I think you just blew his mind,” Brea joked as I contemplated such a machine.

  “Do you think Wes would like a 3D-printed cake?” Liz asked me.

  “Sure, if they can make it.”

  “I just need a special 3D printer that prints sugar. We could make a whole lattice structure to wrap over the cake like a space-age skyscraper,” Sophie suggested, sketching it out.

  “Oh, he’d love that!” Liz said, clapping her hands. “He’s going to be so surprised. He’s already been talking about how he wants to 3D print toys and decorations for the baby.”

  Liz looked at me. Then Brea looked at me, and then Sophie turned her gaze on me as well.

  “What? I’m on board.”

  “You need to write a check,” Grant said with a snicker as I ate a small slice of pale-pink champagne cake.

  “Wes is your brother.”

  “But you’re the best man!”

  “Sorry, I guess my family cleaned out the cake,” I said to Brea after they’d left. Sophie had left us a bit of cake, but Liz had taken most of it home to snack on.

  “I have something else in mind for dessert,” Brea said, pulling at my tie.

  “You’re insatiable,” I said, happily letting myself be led.

  She guided me over to an armchair and shoved me into it. “Is that a complaint?”

  “Hell no, it’s not.”

  She straddled me, pulling away my belt, undoing buttons, and pushing aside the fabric of my shirt. She wanted to enjoy her dessert, and hell if I was going to stop her.

  Maybe what I would do was help her along. I stripped her of her own clothes, letting her heave her breasts out at me so I could kiss them and enjoy the perky nipples that were in front of me.

  She grabbed hold of my cock, pulling it from my pants and stroking the thick shaft. Then Brea squirmed a bit to take off her panties, rubbing her pussy lips against the top of my cock without actually going all the way.

  This time, she was the prepared one, fishing out the condom and rolling it right down my cock, stroking me, and damn near making me cum just from that ever-so-slight yet skillful touch of hers. She ground against me before letting me slide in, letting out her own delighted moan as I pushed into her pussy. She pressed against me, sliding up and down my cock, setting us in motion beautifully.

  Soon I was taken into the moment, holding her hips and helping her bounce along toward the finish line. Our tryst became more and more intense by the moment. Her tits bounced in my face; I nuzzled them and took a nipple into my mouth.

  I was inundated with her, fascinated. The lust I had was so intense that I grabbed her hips and fucked her harder. Faster. God, the way she seized up on my cock, the way she demanded everything of me, made me want this every day for the rest of my life.

  Brea had her hands on my shoulders as I grabbed her ass, ramming my cock up into her. She cried out. I was always ready to hear her scream, to feel her shudder, to have her absolutely come for me.

  One more thrust, one more stroke of her clit, and she was absolutely mine. Her head fell back, her eyes closed. It was absolutely beautiful, and it was the last thing I needed to reach my own orgasm.

  In the aftershock of bliss, I lazily stroked my hand through Brea’s curls. “Are you almost finished with those dresses? I just want you to stay with me here for the next week.”

  “Yeah,” she said, snuggling against me. “But I have to finish planning for the upcoming bachelorette party in a few days.”

  “Uh—” My hand stilled.

  “You haven’t started planning, have you,” Brea said, turning over and tapping me on the nose.

  “Of course,” I lied. “I’m going to have the best bachelor party. It’s going to be so great, in fact, that all the bachelorettes are going to leave your party to come to mine.”

  Brea made a face. “Ha! All the guys are going to want to come to mine.”

  I rolled her over, and she shrieked as I kissed her tits. “Sounds like a competition.”

  “You’re on.”

  46

  Brea

  “Is all of this necessary?” Mark asked, brow furrowed, as he helped me cart boxes of decorations and games up to the hotel room. It was a large corner suite with a generous living area.

  “Wes is back in town for good until after the baby comes,” I reminded him. “As much as I want a bachelorette party of debauchery and drinking, that’s not happening. And Wes isn’t leaving Liz alone. I’ve actually been receiving a number of complaints from her about it.” I took out a roll of pink duct tape and a roll of blue. “Therefore, we are having a separate-but-in-the-same-room party. Boys on that side, girls on this side. Do your worst. Oh, and I have a scoreboard for whoever has the best side. The attendees can vote.”

  “What does the winner get?” Mark asked, a dangerous and sexy grin on his face.

  “Anything they want.”

  “I think I know exactly what I want,” Mark replied, voice lowering an octave.

  “Don’t get too cocky. I’ve been planning.”

  “So have I.”

  After a few hours of decorating, my side of the room was filled with pink balloons that spelled out BRIDE, a table full of wrapped presents, and a stack of games. I had hung up drapes of pink and white with sparkly ribbons everywhere and had banners that read BRIDE SQUAD. I also had little game tables, one of which held cards for a scavenger hunt. There was another poster with gold foil and pink edging that read KISS THE MISS GOODBYE with a selection of lipsticks beside it. I also had several high-end party favors, including gift bags provided by Ida the sex toy maven, which I had hidden in my rented hotel suite because they were most certainly not part of a classy bachelorette evening. My party looked well-thought-out and like it would be a lot of fun for the bridal party.

  Meanwhile, on the boys’ side, Mark had a dart board hung on one wall, a table with beer and hard alcohol, and a sign that he had printed off his office printer that said “WES’S MAN DAY.” He also had a piñata shaped like Pikachu that he was filling with mini bottles of alcohol, cigars, and nice pens.

  I looked at his side critically.

  “I’m not done yet,” he said, taking out the pièce de résistance: a giant taxidermied deer’s head with a rack of antlers as long as his arms. He also had a stack of rings so the guys could play ring toss on it.

  “It doesn’t look half bad,” Mark said, stepping back and admiring his handiwork.

  “You don’t even have any party favors,” I retorted, shaking my head.

  “They’re in the piñata, Brea.”

  The hotel staff arrived with the food to set up. I had ordered a number of little snacks, cakes, and dips. The little bites were adorable and photogenic. Meanwhile, Mark had ordered manly foods like steak, lobster, fried shrimp, bone marrow, and thick-cut fries.

  “At least no one on my side is going hungry,” he said. “I hope you ladies enjoy that cold vegetable tray.”

  I hated to admit it, but that fried shrimp did look crispy and delicious.

  “We have oysters,” I retorted. They were arranged prettily on glass trays with bright slices of lemon.

  “I’m feeling extremely confident,” Mark said, popping a piece of shrimp into his mouth. “You might as well just give up.”

  “Part of the game,” I told the guests when they arrived, “is that guys can’t cross into the girls’ area and vice versa.”

  “What if I have to use the bathroom?” Kate asked.

  “That’s what the empty beer bottles are for,” Carter joked.

  “Uh, no.” I handed everyone a bag of tokens. “If you want to cross this line, you have to pay a f
ee. If you run out of tokens, you have to earn one back from the opposite team by performing a task of their choice.”

  “I have to use the bathroom,” Liz blurted. The bathroom was on the guys’ side.

  Wes smirked and held out a hand. Liz stuck her tongue out at him and gave him a token.

  “First up,” I said to the bridesmaids when Liz returned, “we are playing kiss the groom.” I pointed to a picture of a shirtless Chris Evans taped to the wall. “You have to kiss the poster, and whoever comes closest to his mouth wins a prize. Ladies, choose your lipstick.”

  The bride went first. Liz chose a bright-pink lipstick. We blindfolded her then spun her around, and she crab walked in a zigzag to the wall and pressed a kiss right on Chris’s chest.

  Liz took off her mask. “Aw, I didn’t make it!”

  Dana was up next. I looked over at the guys. They weren’t really playing any organized games, instead choosing to drink, eat, and watch the girls.

  “You need to keep your eyes on your own paper,” I told Mark, who bit back a grin.

  “Go to the right, Dana!” Wes yelled at his sister.

  “Don’t listen to him!” Kate shouted.

  “Shoot!” Dana said after she placed her kiss. “I wasn’t even on the poster.”

  Wes laughed. Dana shot him the patented older-sister death glare, and he gulped.

  Mark had brought darts, and Finn and Carter were throwing them at the target. Finn threw one at the Chris Evans poster. The bridesmaids all shrieked as the dart went right through his nose.

  “You put a hole in the wall!” I yelled at him.

  “Sorry. Charge my credit card,” Finn said, not seeming at all apologetic.

  “I feel like having a joint party was not the best idea,” Kate said to me.

  I threw up my hands in exasperation. “Wes won’t leave Liz alone.”

  “She might have the baby any minute,” Wes called over the blue line on the floor.

  “Don’t say that,” Liz said, tottering over to the line. She took out a token. “I should get a punch card or something so I can earn a free trip after every ten.”

  I had games planned for the next hour, though it was far from a wholesome feminine evening. The guys had abandoned whatever bullshit games Mark had cooked up and were instead standing right on the blue line and cheering as we played the bridal games. Along with all of Mark’s relatives, he’d also invited Jack and Owen Frost, who he was friends with. Wes had also invited several of the Svensson brothers, and they were taking bets on which of the girls was going to win the toilet paper wedding dress contest.

  “It’s five-to-one odds that Brea is winning this contest!” one of the blond Svensson brothers shouted. “Bets start at twenty dollars.”

  “Shoot!” Grant said. “I didn’t bring any cash. Kate. Kate!”

  His wife raised an eyebrow.

  “Baby, can you please…”

  “It costs a token,” Kate said with a smirk.

  Grant handed her a token, and she gave him some cash.

  “I’m betting on Kate!” he announced, running back to his side of the room to place his bet.

  I was teamed up with Liz.

  “I’m just going to eat snacks and give you words of encouragement,” she said, plopping down on a soft ottoman. “Do me proud.”

  We earned whoops and hollers from all the guys on the sidelines as we paraded our finished dresses. I had done a gown inspired by Ariana Grande’s Met gala dress, complete with the oversized bow. Dana was my fashion model.

  “All right,” I said after the catwalk. “Write your vote on one of these slips and put it in the box.”

  The guys shifted. “Allie!” Carter yelled, “can you just like nudge the box over here?”

  “You want to vote? It’s a token,” Allie replied.

  The guys paid their tokens. After the votes were tallied, Kate won.

  “What?” I squawked.

  Carter and Grant high-fived.

  “Sorry, Brea,” Grant said. “I rigged the voting. I won a thousand dollars though!”

  Mark was laughing silently. He leaned over the line to press a kiss to my mouth. “I bet on your dress,” he whispered.

  I realized halfway through the next game that I really should have taken the other side of the room. I had drunk a lot of alcoholic beverages, and people had to use the bathroom. The guys had amassed quite the collection of tokens by the time I finally gave in and crossed the room.

  “Ugh, don’t you have a piñata to kill?” I huffed to Mark as I handed him a token to go to the bathroom.

  He smirked at me. “Hey, it’s not my fault you were bad at planning!”

  But the natives were getting restless. When I came back out of the unfairly luxurious bathroom, Wes and Grant were fighting over the last sip of scotch.

  “I’m the groom,” Wes insisted.

  “Yes, but I’m a guest,” Grant slurred, tugging on the bottle.

  “Huh,” I said. “Talk about bad planning.”

  “Oh, whatever shall we do with all this alcohol?” Kate said dramatically from across the room.

  “I don’t know,” Allie replied, “but I have a whole bottle of imported Japanese scotch that I just don’t know what I’m going to do with. Maybe we’ll have to go out and see if the neighbors want any.”

  Tokens started flying through the air.

  “One token per drink!” Allie called. I smirked at Mark.

  Liz was grazing on the food. I handed her a mocktail. “Thanks,” she said, though her gaze was on the meat-laden table on the guys’ side.

  “You think they have any of that broiled bone marrow left? I heard it has a lot of necessary vitamins and minerals.” She looked in her token bag. “Too bad I’m out.”

  Wes was grinning at her from across the room. “I’ll let you in if you give me a kiss,” he said, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Liz’s. She smiled up at him and kissed him. Then Wes bent down and kissed her baby bump.

  “Tell the baby to stay in there,” she said as she went to load up her plate.

  Liz was finishing up her last bite when she suddenly paused and set down the plate and leaned back against the chair. I looked at her in concern.

  “You look a little pale,” I said, grasping her shoulder.

  Liz was blinking rapidly and holding her stomach.

  Wes jumped into action. “Do you need to go to the hospital?” he demanded, running over to her.

  “I don’t…” Liz sucked in a breath. “I’m not sure. Oh my God. I cannot have the baby now. I’m not married yet. Shit!”

  “Just breathe,” Wes said, holding her hand. “Fuck, where is my notebook?”

  “Why do you need the notebook?” Liz screamed.

  “It has all my birthing notes in it!” Wes roared back.

  “Everybody just calm down,” Allie insisted. She patted Liz on the back forcefully a couple of times, and Liz burped.

  “Oh my gosh, excuse me!” Then she perked up. “Oh, I guess it was just gas. I feel fine now! You know what we should do? Let’s go swimming.”

  “I think Wes needs a drink first,” Grant said, helping his brother to the couch. “Just lie down, Wes. You look like you’re going to pass out. Someone get him a scotch.”

  “You’re terrible in a crisis,” Carter said cheerfully, placing a glass in Wes’s hand and a trash can between his feet. “Just in case you puke.”

  “Carter,” Mark admonished, “he’s not going to puke.”

  “I might,” Wes groaned.

  “So where’s the pool? And is it BYOB, or do we have to have a hotel account?” Carter asked.

  “It’s upstairs. It’s a nice pool.”

  I was interrupted by a snore from Liz. She was half lying on the chair.

  “Guess the party is over,” Grant said, tiptoeing across the room.

  “Screw you!” the Svenssons whispered back. “We’re going to swim and drink by the pool.” They grabbed as much alcohol as they could carry. Sev
eral of the bridesmaids followed them out, giggling softly.

  “I feel like you’re all just leaving and expecting me to clean this up,” Wes hissed to Mark.

  “Just prepping you for kids.”

  “So,” Mark said when we were in the hotel room he had rented for us. “I think it was pretty obvious I won.”

  “Really?” I said. “Because I think it was pretty obvious I won!”

  “So what’d you win? Hmm.” He looked playfully at me then at the leftover gift bags around him. “Do you girls really give one another the things I think you give one another?” He scooped up one of the bags and shook it loose. A big pink vibrator flopped out onto the bed. “Yep. You sure do.”

  “That is not one of my wholesome gift bags with face masks and cookies.” I grabbed the bag from him and saw the Bath and Body Twerks logo. “Ida insisted that I take these. I was going to throw them out.”

  “Right,” Mark drawled. “Sure she did!”

  I turned a bit red at the accusation of the moment. “And why are you so curious?”

  “Variety, Brea. It’s the spice of life.”

  He approached me, vibrator in hand, wrapping his hands around my waist. He unzipped the back of my dress, letting the dress drop into a heap at my feet.

  “No bra. Sexy.”

  “Well, that dress didn’t really allow for...”

  He laughed. “I mean it. You’re always sexier braless.”

  “You probably think I’m always sexier just naked in general.”

  “Well, yeah. How about you get to that?”

  His strong hands slid down my body, pulling my panties down over my hips.

  “Let’s try something. On the bed. All fours.”

  I raised an eyebrow cautiously but swiftly remembered that I trusted this man completely.

  He dug through the bags for a moment before laughing. “Knew someone would give you everything you needed. The girls don’t disappoint.”

  Still curious, I tried to look back, but his hand was quick to go to my ass, slap it, the sound and feeling very playful. There was a tinge of coolness... on my asshole. What was this man doing?