Falling for My Nemesis
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Sarah’s eyes suddenly fell on Tyler, whose hands were again on my hips. Sarah gave him a startled look for a second before turning raised eyebrows in my direction.
“Having fun?” She asked, trying to hold back a laugh.
I gave her an evil grin and nodded. We brought our heads together, laughing and talking loudly.
“We’ve already had a lot of fun,” I said in Sarah’s ear.
The bride pulled back, obviously surprised. “What? No way!”
I nodded, leaning back slightly so that my ass was rubbing against Tyler’s cock.
“When did that happen?” Sarah demanded, looking between the two of us.
“What?” Mark asked, having missed all of the conversation under the loud music, talk, and laughter around them all.
“They...” Sarah began before her voice trailed away. It was clear that she didn’t know how to continue.
“What did you do?” Sarah asked me, still surprised and incredulous.
“Let’s just say that Tyler has a very fabulous tongue,” I replied, dancing slightly where I stood. “Very, very fabulous.”
Sarah looked shocked. “You didn’t!”
“We did.”
Sarah glanced back and forth between Tyler and me, just as Mark and Tyler high fived.
With a mock frown on my face, Sarah pulled me close and whispered, “I don’t know how I feel about you getting off before me on my wedding night.”
Sarah stuck her lip out in a pretend pout. I laughed and tapped Sarah’s lower lip, getting her to suck it back in.
“You’ve been having amazing sex with him for years now,” I reminded Sarah. “Just because someone else gets to have a little bit of action isn’t a bad thing.”
“I want details,” Sarah moaned, making both Tyler and Mark laugh.
“I don’t think you’d be able to stand being here much longer,” Mark whispered to Sarah, only loud enough for me to hear him. “My guess is it was some pretty good banging.”
The new bride blushed deeply and kissed her husband. “You’re probably right.”
We danced together, laughing and cracking jokes for several more minutes before Sarah turned a serious gaze on me.
“So, what does this mean?” She asked confusion in her voice.
Momentarily confused, I stared back at her. “What does what mean?”
“You two. You...well, you had sex!”
“Way to state the obvious,” I teased back.
Sarah pushed me playfully. “I realize that, but what does it mean?”
The inflection in her voice told me that Sarah was talking about more than just the act.
The two men were engrossed in conversation, so I pulled Sarah aside slightly with a shrug.
“Nothing.” I insisted.
“Elaine, I know you better than that!”
“I’m serious, though. We had fun together, it was a great time, but it doesn’t have to mean anything.”
With those words, my mind zoomed into overdrive. Did I want it to mean more? Was I truly interested in Tyler, more than a passing screw in the closet?
I don’t know how I feel, I decided finally, and I always complicate things by trying to figure it out.
“I’m just going to let this play out and see what happens,” I said after a few moments of thoughtful silence. “I’m in no rush one way or the other.”
Sarah narrowed her eyes, studying my face. “I guess you’re right.”
“I always mess things up by stressing out; I’m just going to sit back and see what happens.”
“And maybe bang a hot guy again tonight?” Sarah giggled, a twinkle in her eyes.
“Well, I can’t let you have all the fun, can I?”
“It is my wedding night!”
“So?” I demanded back. “I’ve worked hard for this wedding. I deserve a break, too.”
Sarah hugged me affectionately. “You’re right. You deserve to have all the fun in the world.”
With that, we walked arm and arm back towards the dance floor.
Epilogue
Eleven Months Later
TEN TINY FINGERS AND ten tiny toes.
How the hell did we get so damn lucky? I looked down at Layla as she lay swaddled in a pink flannel blanket and sleeping quietly in the crook of her mother’s arm—both of them deep in sleep. My heart was so damn full at the amount of love I felt for these two beautiful girls in my life. God only knew how blessed I was.
I looked down and admired Elaine; her long brown locks cascaded every which way. She looked angelic lying there with our new-born daughter, Layla.
She was only twelve days old and so damn fragile. I was afraid to pick her up at times. I might break her, but Elaine just laughed at me each time. I’m sure I would get used to it one way or another.
I leaned on one elbow while my other hand reached out and gently grabbed a tiny finger. She was so tiny—one perfect package that weighed less than fifteen pounds. Elaine was an absolute trooper in the delivery room. Two hours of labor and our tiny bundle was born with no complications. Both girls were healthy.
I reached over and pushed a strand of hair out of Elaine’s eye and watched her slowly wake. Her lips upturned into a smile as she looked at me and then turned to look at down Layla.
“Hey.” She smiled up at me.
“Hi yourself, beautiful.” I grinned and leaned down to give her a full passionate kiss. “Are you hungry?”
She let out a yawn and then responded. “Starving.”
I sat up and swung my legs over the bed. “Pancakes and bacon coming up, Mrs. Anderson.
Elaine smiled and tried to sit up. “I like the sound of that, Mr. Anderson. Six months and it will be official. Are you ready for that?” She questioned with a teasing grin as she stood.
I turned and leaned on the door jam and flashed her one of my sexiest smiles. “I’m so ready, honey. The question is—can you handle all of this.” I jokingly gestured to the length of my body as I turned to leave for the kitchen. I could hear her laughter carry down the hall as I made my way to the fridge.
After Sarah and Mark’s wedding, we couldn’t keep our hands off one another. We had learned that we lived only four blocks from one another which were one of the reasons we became inseparable. Two months later we had confirmed that Elaine was indeed pregnant so I went out and bought a ring and proposed. I hadn’t been this crazy about anyone since high school. She instantly said, ‘yes’ confirming that even though we were rivals in high school, she had a huge crush on me but refused to admit it back then.
We both settled on a wedding date just after Christmas. It gave Elaine enough time to heal and lose her pregnancy weight for the wedding dress she had chosen. A few moments later, I heard the padded footfalls of my soon to be wife walk in with our brand new daughter. They both looked more beautiful than I could ever imagine.
“How the hell did I get so damn lucky, girl?” I leaned over for a kiss.
“I think we have Sarah and Mark to thank for that one. I can’t imagine life without you, baby.” She smiled at me and sat at the kitchen table.
I leaned against the counter, making a note to thank those two. I knew some days would be hard and some would be amazing but also knew deep down that we were destined to be together and Layla had sealed that package for the two of us.
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Just One Taste
ARTHUR
When she walked into the room and screamed at me, I couldn't help but smirk. No one talks to me like that, yet here she is, flush in the face and so damn beautiful. I couldn't help myself. I had to take just one taste of that delicious cake and I didn't regret it one bit.
Gwen
I spent hours building our life-sized cake for the Queen and he just cut into like it was no big deal. What a jerk and a gorgeous one at that. I think it's time to give him
a piece of my mind and I don't care if he is the prince or not.
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