Wild Wedding Hookup

by Jamie K. Schmidt

  He licked lazy circles around her nipples, sucking on them until her legs parted. Stroking his fingers through the wet folds between her legs, Bastien made her whimper in pleasure. Cupping his head to her breasts, Mikelina sighed. Warm waves of pleasure drifted over her and it felt like she was floating in the ocean. Turning her head, she looked out her window and watched the moonlight play over the pool.

  She would have liked to spend the two weeks with him here. They could have drinks in the hot tub. He could grill up some steaks on the outdoor grill and then they could go for long romantic strolls on the beach before ending back here to make love again.

  “Oh,” she cried out, clamping her legs together, trapping his talented fingers.

  Bastien chuckled low in his throat as she came against his fingers. “I told you that you’d come first.” He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked on them. “Fuck, you taste good.”

  And while she was still quivering from her orgasm and his sexy words, his five o’clock shadow rasped on her inner thigh.

  “Bastien,” she cried.

  “I liked that so much, I want to make you come again,” he said and then dipped his tongue between her legs.

  Fingers clenched in the bedspread, Mikelina’s thighs shook against Bastien’s face. Licking her fast, he held her hips tight. She ground herself against his mouth, taking in deep gulps of air. She no longer saw the moonlight on the pool or felt the sweet pang of nostalgia. No, she was on a runaway roller coaster and she craved the speed.

  “Bastien,” she cried out, her body shaking and trembling from the sweet pleasure his tongue was giving her. Incoherent with desire, she whipped her head back and forth. When the second orgasm exploded through her, she nearly blacked out.

  “Condom?” he growled.

  “Drawer.” She pointed weakly to the bedside table.

  He opened the drawer, tore open the box and shook a condom off. Mikelina could only watch his fingers shake as he smoothed it over his thick cock. Back on the bed, he grabbed her legs and pulled her toward him. Thrusting inside her, he gripped the pillow on either side of her head.

  Arching into the wide heat of his intrusion, she kissed him. He wasn’t slow or dreamy, but wild with the rhythmic pounding that she craved. Hooking her ankles together over his back, Mikelina encouraged him to go harder, deeper, more. More. As she held on, she sank back on her pillow and watched the slow turn of the ceiling fan. Everything was perfect and in place. She clenched around him again and again, feeling the deep need of pleasure. He groaned, a rough and guttural sound that sent her flying again.

  Mikelina felt boneless, weightless. “Now, Bastien. Now. Let go. Come. Please.”

  Stiffening, his muscles locked and he threw back his head and shouted. His body twitched as his thrusts grew slower and slower until he stilled, panting above her.

  He kissed her then as the fan slowly cooled their bodies. Rolling off her, he went into the bathroom.

  It was second nature to climb under the covers and fall asleep in her own bed.

  * * *

  After Bastien had cleaned up, he went back out to offer Mikelina a coffee or something, but she was fast asleep. It was late. The other groomsmen’s flight wasn’t getting in until nine, but by the time they got their bags ready, it would be closer to eleven. So he and Mikelina had a little more time together. Bastien found he liked the idea of having quick shower sex before the others got here and he had to concentrate on Jace.

  Sliding underneath the covers with her, he was surprised when she trustingly rolled over and cuddled into his chest.

  Sleep wouldn’t come. As much as his body was satiated and his mind sleepy, every time he closed his eyes, he saw the disaster of his own bachelor party and wedding. Mikelina shifted in her sleep and he soothed her by running his fingers through her luxurious hair.

  Gina had wanted their bachelor and bachelorette parties and the wedding in Las Vegas and Bastien had been an idiot to agree. He and his groomsmen went to a few boxing matches, played some golf and went to a shooting range to fire a grenade launcher. The craziest thing he did was go up in a fighter jet.

  The bachelorette party never got out of the casinos, and that should have been his first warning.

  Gina had been a beautiful bride, an expensive one, but Bastien had money. What did he care? It had started turning to shit on the honeymoon when she spent more time in the casino than in their bed. Then the pit boss showed him the line of credit she had been running since they had announced their engagement. Suddenly, money was an issue.

  After he cut her off, she cut him off.

  Without his money, Gina suddenly didn’t want to be married anymore. When Bastien wanted her to get counseling and work through things, she screwed a Greek billionaire. The prenup saved him in the quick divorce and Bastien counted himself lucky to get away when he did.

  Last he heard, she was living in Monte Carlo with her aging husband and having more luck at baccarat than she used to. Bastien couldn’t compete with the lure of the cards or the sounds of the slot machine. The ink on their wedding certificate hadn’t even been dry when they started divorce proceedings.

  He’d never let love blind him to a woman’s faults again. And he’d never, ever get married again. If a big fairy-tale wedding wasn’t what his sister had been dreaming of ever since she was a kid, he would have gladly written her the check for Tahiti.

  And yet here he was for the next two weeks, trying to find some common ground with Jace Benjamin for Kitty’s sake.

  Kitty had been the only one in the family to give a damn about how he was doing when Gina left. His father thought it was good riddance. His mother had thought they should try to make it work. Kitty wanted to flush Gina’s head down the toilet and give her a swirly. Bastien would move heaven and earth for his sister.

  Mikelina threw her leg over his and his cock sprang to attention. She just might make this whole shitshow worthwhile. Two weeks of her sweetness would make this vacation tolerable.

  He kissed her temple and fell asleep counting all the dirty things he wanted to do to her.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  MIKELINA WOKE TO the smell of fresh ground coffee. She dug her toes into her sheet and stretched. In the moment between dream and being awake, she wondered who was making coffee. Her mother wouldn’t be up until hours yet and her father was...in jail.

  She bolted upright as it all came back to her. She squinted at the clock. It was just after nine. Well, at least she wouldn’t have to rush to get to the house to open it up for Bastien.

  She climbed out of bed and went to the closet, pulling one of the waffle-weave robes off the hanger and slipping it on.

  Bastien was typing on his laptop at the dining room table in one of the bathing suits she had bought yesterday. Both their clothes were still strewn all over the floor. Straightening her shoulders, she decided to brazen it out.

  “Can I get you a refill on your coffee?” she asked.

  He looked up from the computer as if surprised she was there. “Yeah, thanks.”

  “Good morning,” she said, kissing him.

  “It is now.” He pulled her on his lap and undid the tie of her robe.

  Mikelina should put a stop to it, but it felt too damned good, especially when his fingers started teasing her nipples. They were in the middle of a really deep kiss when she heard her phone ring. Reluctantly, she pulled back. “I’ve got to get that.”

  Bastien let her go and she slid off his lap. She managed to get to her purse and answer it before it went to voice mail.

  “Hello?” she said breathlessly.

  “What time are you meeting Bastien Ainsworth?”

  “Uh, ten. He wanted to check in early.” She avoided Bastien’s curious look while she gathered up her clothes from the floor.

  “Whatever he wants. I’ll be there soon.”

  �
�What?” She dropped her purse with a clunk.

  “I’m on my way. I’ll meet you at the house. Make me one of those special espressos, will you?”

  “Shit,” she screeched. Luckily, Kirk had already hung up.

  “What’s going on?” Bastien asked as she fled by him, back into the bedroom.

  “My boss is on his way. He wants to greet you personally.” She dumped her clothes into the hamper bin in her bedroom closet. She’d let the maids wash them with the daily loads and have them put them in the box of her things in the laundry room. Flicking on the light in the walk-in closet, she hit the button that lowered the stairs to the attic.

  “You didn’t see this,” she said over her shoulder to Bastien as she hurried up the stairs. “Where the hell did I put...” She muttered as she pulled a few bins down. She found underwear and a pair of dress slacks, but she had to borrow a pink shell blouse from her mother’s bin and hoped the buttons would hold. She was bigger than her mother in the chest. It just had to pass Kirk’s glance, and he never looked at her like that.

  Hurrying down the ladder, she retracted it into the ceiling. Running into the master bathroom, she took the world’s quickest shower. She wished she had time to do her hair, but that wasn’t in the cards. She whipped it back into a fast ponytail and then twisted it into a bun and clipped it with a spare clip she found under the sink.

  Before running back out into the kitchen, she closed the door to the bedroom. Kirk was pulling up in his red Maserati as she was fitting her club shoes from last night back on her feet. Her toes protested but she didn’t care.

  “I made you an espresso,” Bastien said, handing her the cup.

  “Bless you,” she said. “Okay, the story is you came a little early and I’ve already given you the tour.”

  “Got it.” Bastien hid his smile with his own coffee cup.

  She hurried to the door and opened it just as Kirk reached it.

  “Good morning, Mikelina,” he said, taking the coffee cup from her. “Is that your mother’s blouse?” he asked, walking in the house.

  She gaped at him. Damn! “She has a similar one.” She shut the door behind him.

  “Where’s your car?” he asked.

  Double damn!

  “I went for an early morning swim so I parked by the beach and walked back.” That sounded lame even to her, but luckily Kirk didn’t seem too interested.

  “Bastien, good to see you again. How’s the family?” Kirk shook his hand.

  Mikelina wobbled into the kitchen to make herself an espresso. Damned shoes were killing her. Why couldn’t cute shoes feel good the next day when your feet were swollen like balloons?

  “I see you’ve made yourself at home.” Kirk gestured to the swim trunks Bastien was wearing and his clothes still strewn all over the floor.

  Mikelina stared at the two of them, hoping Bastien would cover for her.

  “I couldn’t wait to get into the pool. I’m just finishing up a few things here first.” Bastien smoothly kicked his pants under the dining room table while he gestured to his laptop.

  “You’re on vacation. You shouldn’t be working,” Kirk chided.

  “The bachelor party doesn’t officially begin until Jace gets here in about an hour or so.”

  “Well, I think you’ll be very happy here. This is my favorite property in this area. Mikelina is from South Beach and she’s got quite an itinerary lined up for you. Have you told him about Christian Dibiasi yet?”

  “I was just about to,” Mikelina said, sagging against the counter. The espresso hit her system like rocket fuel, and she needed it after the few hours of sleep she got. “I’ve reserved your group a table at the Water’s Edge. It’s a blues club. Christian will be playing songs that he’s considering putting on his next album.”

  “Great,” Bastien said, but he was frowning at his phone.

  He’d better not complain that the gig wasn’t on the original schedule. It had been a last-minute score and she was going to surprise them with it. Of course, she hadn’t planned on last night being as intimate as it had been.

  “Of course, if that doesn’t appeal to you guys, Mikelina could arrange for something else,” Kirk broke in nervously.

  Was he kidding? Arrange for something else? Didn’t he realize what she’d had to go through to get those tickets? Mikelina made herself another espresso. Okay. Whatever. Whatever the client wants. But Bastien still hadn’t looked up from his phone.

  “Is everything all right?” she asked.

  “I’m not sure,” he said. “I just got a text from Zack. He’s one of the groomsmen. Jace took off with the limo. They’ve been trying to reach the driver, but his phone is off.”

  “Do the groomsmen need a ride?” Kirk snapped his fingers at Mikelina. “Get on that.”

  She raised her eyebrow at him. Just who did he think he was snapping at? She pressed her lips together and vowed that she’d speak to him later about that.

  “No, don’t worry about it,” Bastien said. “Shane, another groomsman, already called in for a replacement. They’ll be about an hour behind Jace.”

  “Why would he strand his groomsmen?” Mikelina asked.

  “He’s a douchebag,” Bastien said, rolling his eyes.

  “Oh well, he’s young.” Kirk grabbed Mikelina by the arm. “We’ll let you enjoy some peace and quiet before the guests arrive. I’ll give you a ride back to your car,” Kirk said as he practically dragged her out.

  She hoped that Bastien would ask her to stay so they could get a little closure on their one-night stand, but he was too involved with his phone. She had barely enough time to grab her purse before Kirk hurried her out the door.

  * * *

  Bastien walked out into the pool area, closing the sliding glass door behind him to shut out his conversation. “What do you mean he’s missing?” he snarled into the phone.

  Max, another groomsman and the only one with half a brain in his head, said, “I’m telling you, man. He’s on the run.”

  “From what?”

  “You. The whole bachelor party. I think he’s got cold feet.”

  “How sure are you? Because I don’t want to break my sister’s heart by telling her that her fiancé is in the wind.”

  “No, don’t call Kitty. I’m sure he’ll be at the house soon. He’s got the address. Maybe he just went out for a few drinks.”

  “We have a fully stocked bar here.”

  Max sighed. “Look, I didn’t want to be the one to say this, but he was really bummed that we weren’t going to a titty bar. I bet that’s where he’s headed to first.”

  I’m going to kill him.

  “It’s not even eleven o’clock in the morning,” Bastien said between his teeth.

  “From the flyers we saw in the airport, there’s a lot of lunch shows going on.”

  “Where?”

  “All over. Scarlett’s looked good. So did Coco’s. There’s one right by the airport, too. Maybe that’s where he is?”

  “Go there. Find him. Drag him back here if you have to. I’ll call the limo company to see if I could narrow it down.”

  “We already did that. The driver’s not answering his phone.”

  “Leave that to me. I’ll call you when I have something. Let me know if you find him first.”

  Bastien waited on hold for a half hour, but he finally got a supervisor to do a GPS trace on the limousine since the driver wasn’t picking up. He downloaded their app and demanded the information be sent to him so he could track them down.

  “I’m very sorry, Mr. Ainsworth. But the driver was retained by Mr. Benjamin and Mr. Benjamin’s orders were that he was not to be disturbed.”

  “If you ever want to do business with my family again, you will get me access to the tracker on that limo.”

  “There are certain legal issues we h
ave to consider.”

  “You own the limo. I want to know where it is until my future brother-in-law is where he’s supposed to be.”

  “Sir, if he doesn’t want to be taken to you, we can’t force him.”

  “I’m not asking you to. All I’m asking is for you to tell me where he is.”

  There was a long pause and Bastien was getting ready to go over his head to the next level supervisor when the supervisor said, “I understand you’re concerned about your brother-in-law’s safety. I can tell you that the limo is in Little Havana on the Calle Ocho strip. My guess is he’s doing a little sightseeing before he goes to South Beach.”

  “Are there strip bars there?”

  “Sir, I am not a travel guide. Please don’t call back.”

  Bastien was about to snap back at the man, but he had been hung up on. This was ridiculous. He called Zack, Shane and Max but got their voice mails. He was ready to throw his phone against the wall, but decided to put it in the pocket of his board shorts before he did something stupid.

  “Mikelina,” he called. But she and Kirk Diamonte had already left. When had that happened?

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  LUCKILY, MIKELINA WAS able to ditch Kirk before he insisted on walking her to her car, which of course was nowhere near the beach. Unfortunately, now she was stuck in an uncomfortable outfit and really inappropriate shoes. Kicking them off, she went to Abbie’s Surf Shop for some flip-flops.

  “So?” Abbie said when she walked in. “Details.”

  Mikelina had shot the briefest of texts to her last night before going back to the house with Bastien. “I can’t even,” she said.

  “Was the sex good?” Abbie played her fingers through the multi-colored beads in her long thin braids.

  Sighing, Mikelina picked up a pair of flip-flops that were more comfort than style. “Oh yeah. That’s not the problem.”

  Her phone rang. Bastien.