Beck and Mal are laughing as each person starts to dance. Janae grabs me and places me directly beside Jacks with an evil grin while standing on his other side.
Sneaky bird.
After three songs of dancing, waiters bringing replicas of Janae’s hard lemonade to each member of the bridal party and then refills to Jacks and myself - we’re eventually the only two on the dancefloor as if Janae was the puppeteer pulling our strings. And like magic, the DJ plays a slow song.
Jacks looks to me and shrugs, takes my glass and sets both ours on the nearby table and wraps his arms around my middle. Janae is behind him jumping up and down in excitement.
“You look gorgeous.” Jacks says to me as our bodies meet, his thick arms pulling me closer to him. He feels strong against me as my arms wrap around his neck.
“Thank you. You clean up nice yourself.” I reply. Really? I suck at this.
“How long are you staying in town?” he asks.
“Indefinitely. Didn’t Mal tell you? I’m going to try out living in the States and see what the land of hospitality offers me.”
“Hospitality?” he asks.
“Hotel management.” I offer as he nods.
“Ah, right.”
We spin around the dance floor in a comfortable silence, until he speaks again, slowly- as if he was carefully weighing his words.
“Your bloke doesn’t mind you moving across the world?” he asks cautiously.
“There’s no bloke to speak of,” I say quietly.
His hold tightens on me and I swear I can almost feel the length of his cock pressing against the juncture of my thighs as we move around the dance floor with his hands tight on my lower back. Our bodies are practically flush against one another as his head rests against mine and I can feel his shaky breath. With my head on his chest, I can hear the rapid beating of his heart against my ear.
“Are you okay?” I whisper to him.
He pulls back with a confused look from my question and I am immediately missing the warmth of the contact.
“Um, yeah. This is just… nice.” he says slowly, his eyes on mine with a small smile.
“Nice?”
“Well, this could be liquid courage, but I’ve always wondered how you would feel in my arms.”
Chapter Two
Jacks
What am I doing?
I’ve got my best mate’s little sisters firmly in my arms as we dance to what seems like the longest slow song in all time. She’s looking up at me like she wants to be closer and even though the little voice is warning me away, I can’t help but to press into her more. To get closer to her. To have her body against me.
When I first saw her last night at the rehearsal dinner. I wanted to talk to her and only her. I wanted her to want me and I wanted to wrap my arms around her to hold her against me. But that would have been weird. We haven’t had much communication over the years aside from when it involved Mal, but that’s not to say that she wasn’t in the back of my mind.
She’s gorgeous and I would have to be buried six feet in the ground to not notice.
Instead, I watched her throughout the night, even caught her eyes a few times - but that’s it. She’s my best mates little sister.
And right now, she feels amazing in my arms.
I’m slightly buzzing from the drinks that were brought around to the wedding party, which is likely the reasoning that I just confessed wondering how Cameron would feel in my arms, but her reaction was one of warmth. She wasn’t offended, she just pulled me in closer and seemed to have wrapped her arms even tighter around my neck.
“I’ve always wondered the same thing.” she says with her head under my chin. “And more.”
That caught me off guard.
“And more?” I ask.
Just as she lifts her head, the song changes and another dance song comes on. We slowly pull apart, but her hand lingers in mine.
I want to know what she meant, she was about to say it before the change in music.
What did she mean when she said ‘and more’?
“Another drink?” she asks crooking her head to the bar.
I nod, relishing in the fact that we’re holding hands.
I catch Janae out of the corner of my eye walking in the same direction as we are. She stands on my opposite side, and Cameron is on the other side of me. Janae leans over and asks her a question that I can’t hear, she stands back with a smile on her face, holds up the number three to the bartender and within a few minutes another drink is placed in front of me.
I have her pressed against the wall in the elevator, with one hand cupping her ass as her leg hitches up along my hip, my other hand holding the crook of her knee up while I grind my aching cock against her center.
“More.” she groans into my mouth as we feast on one another.
“Eager girl.” I laugh into the kiss.
The elevator doors open and we stumble down the hall to my room. With one arm wrapped around her middle holding her to me, I swipe the card and we then move inside quickly.
The door is shut and Cam’s hands are fisted in the front of my shirt, pulling the buttons through and then running her palms against my skin as her hand trails to my waistband just above my straining erection.
I pull the zipper down on her dress and she removes the dress hastily, kicking it to the side of the room and standing in front of me in just her strapless pink lace bra and matching panties.
We shouldn’t be doing this, we should stop this before it goes too far.
I push the nagging voice out of my head and all resistance disappears as her bra falls to the floor with a wicked grin on her face.
“Fuck me.” I groan.
“That’s the idea.” she says advancing on me, pulling my face to hers as our lips crash down on one another in a frenzy to be closer. We somehow make it to the bed, my pants are kicked off and I’m hovering over her lean sun-kissed body. Using my knees to spread her legs apart so I can fit my body in between. We kiss with our hands roaming wildly over one another until my hand drifts down to her panties.
Her soaked panties.
“Is this for me?” I ask her, my voice thick with need.
“It’s always been for you,” she moans, arching her neck as my fingertips drag through her folds.
I plunge one finger in and then add another with her hips lifting; I watch her writhe underneath me. I don’t know how much longer I can hold off on fucking her, but I do know that I need to make sure that she gets off before my dick even gets close to her pussy. The pussy that feels velvety and perfect as I finger fuck her with determination. A blush flushes over her chest, her moans get louder and her hips lift to meet the movement of my hand as she reaches her peak. I pull her moans into my mouth as my thumb meets her clit, rubbing lightly when my fingers feel her pussy contracting.
With a pounding heart, I watch her glow in the moments after she orgasms, which is my new favorite thing to watch.
I pull my fingers out and one by one, I sink my fingers that were just in her pussy, in my mouth. As I suck off the juices, I look her directly in the eyes as see her eyes alight with desire.
My cock is dripping with pre-come as I pull my boxers down, I lean down on the floor and dig into my duffel that I have beside the bed. I didn’t plan to get laid tonight, but I’m a scout and I know that it’s dangerous to not be prepared for anything as I find what I’m looking for.
I sit on my knees and with my cock jutted to her, I hold up the condom.
“There’s no going back on this, love.” I say to her.
“Fine by me,” she sits up, plucks the condom out of my hands and pulls it out of the foil wrapped, tossing it to the floor. She grabs my shaft, leans down and wraps her lips around me. Sucking me down to the base and pulling back up several times before she pulls off of me, almost making me come from the sensations that her perfect mouth provided. With a smile on her lips, her eyes on mine, she sheathes me.
I remove her panties; to
ss them to the floor and move closer to join our bodies together.
The crown of my cock sinks in a fraction to her hissing with satisfaction through clenched teeth as my cock stretches her.
Once my cock is fully seated, I hold off on moving to make sure she’s accustomed to me and with refined restraint, I pull back slowly, to where my cock is almost out of her. I then plunge back into her to the hilt a few times before I feel her fingernails digging into my skin, begging for me to give it to her more, harder and faster.
“Ohhhh, Jacks!” she moans as I fuck her with vigor. My cock is driving in and out of her, as her hips rise to accommodate mine.
My whole world begins to spin as I feel the need to release. Her nails dig into my flesh one more time; I pull out of her and turn her to her stomach. I direct my cock to her pussy, and drive into her in one swift motion. I lean over her body to whisper into her ear.
“I want this pussy to feel me tomorrow. You are mine for the rest of the night; I want you screaming my name for everyone to fucking hear. And I’m going to own you.” I say to her as I fuck her slowly, torturing the both of us.
“Own me Jacks.” she groans. My fist grabs the knot of hair and pulls her mouth to mine as words become incoherent, my body takes over and delirium sets in as I slowly fuck Cam, holding off my own orgasm to make this night last as long as I can.
Chapter Three
Cam
I hear the click of the door closing and it’s like someone is pounding a nail into the wall, a moment later the shower turns on and I hear a loud groan come from behind the closed door. Which catches my attention.
Shit!
Wait! What did I do?
Who did I do it with?
I’m naked.
Oh shit, so many drinks, a lot of dancing.
Jacks!
Flashes of last night erupt behind my closed eyes.
A few moments later, the water shuts off and I hear the door of the bathroom open. With my back to him, I slowly sit up and turn around. He is bent over with a towel around his waist, digging into his carry case. He stands with his back to me, puts on his boxers under his towel and freezes as I speak.
“Do you feel just as shitty as I feel?” I ask, my voice clear now that I’ve come to the realization of whose hotel room I am in.
His back has scratches along the sides, likely from me. I look down at my nails with a small smile. Jacks turns around slowly with a stunned look on his face and I let the blanket that I have clutched around my chest, fall to reveal my nakedness to him.
“Jacks, did you hear me?”
He licks his lips and his eyes light with need.
I pull the sheet back up, with a devilish smile, knowing with that one small move, that I’ve got him.
Booze for you
Cam’s Drink:
Tea’d Vodka
Ruby Red grapefruit juice and Bellocq's White Nixon tea blend, which includes white tea and lavender, make this vodka cocktail bright and refreshing. Serve it over ice, garnished with fresh grapefruit peel and store-bought candied clementines.
•15 ounces (1 3/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons) brewed Bellocq White Nixon tea, cooled
•1 1/4 cup fresh Ruby Red grapefruit juice (from 2 grapefruits)
•10 ounces vodka, iced
•5 ounces Domaine de Canton ginger liqueur
•Garnish: grapefruit peel and candied clementines
Janae’s get everyone drunk drink:
Hard Lemonade with a twist of Fruit
Homemade hard Raspberry lemonade is a cinch to put together and takes vodka lemonade to new heights. Divide raspberries, lemon juice, and vodka among 8 ice-filled glasses. Top with seltzer; stir. Serve, garnished with lemon rounds.
•1 1/2 cups Raspberries
•1/2 cup fresh lemon juice (from 2 to 3 lemons), plus lemon rounds, for serving
•8 ounces vodka, chilled
•Ice cubes, for serving
•16 ounces seltzer or club soda, chilled
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About
Trust. Honor. Family.
I wake up naked in bed with my best friend’s little sister and I have no recollection of what happened. After we go our separate ways, she soon ends up on my doorstep with nowhere to go in the middle of the night and I let her stay with me until she gets her own place.
I tell myself that nothing can happen by burying myself in work and that I fight to ignore the desire burning through my veins of her presence, but I’m only human.
“It's time to impress everyone with your dance moves. Sincerely... Your sixth beer.”
I dedicate this the Grubbs Girls.
Chapter One
Jacks
The room is too bright, my head is pounding, and it tastes like a cat used my mouth for a litter box.
Where am I?
It hurts to open my eyes, but I open them anyway. I need to be human today, especially since there is a brunch with the rest of the wedding party and left over guests. I slowly roll over and my arm meets softness. That isn’t the bedding; that’s a woman. I look over and I see a mess of long blonde hair, soft curves, and just a peek of breast. Definitely a woman.
I run my palm down my face and breathe out. Not only can I taste my breath, the smell is killing me. I start to remove the covers from my body and note that I’m stark naked. Not giving two shits — obviously, the chick beside me already saw everything I have — I slowly sit up. Even that feat was difficult, as any movement feels like someone taking an ice pick to my brain.
“Where are you going?” my bedmate mumbles into her pillow.
“I need to use the dunny,” I reply gruffly, finally standing. My ass is bared to her and my cock swings freely as I walk into the hotel bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. My chest has bite marks, claw marks, and tiny fingerprint-shaped bruises, I have a hickey on my neck and, as I turn my body slowly in the mirror, more marks like those on my front are continued just as viciously on my back. Whoever this chick is, she’s a fucking wildcat!
Whatever happened last night must have been a damn good time, if the marks on my body are any indication. I just wish I could remember what happened. Everything is fuzzy from after my toast to the bride and groom. Not just fuzzy but nonexistent.
Malcolm and Rebeckha, my best friends and business partners, got married yesterday. We’re at some beachside hotel near Los Angeles and, apparently, I had a really good time last night.
I start the shower. As the water warms up, I brush my teeth then step inside the stall to wash away the first layer of yet-to-be determined decisions off my body. Climbing out, even the fogged up mirror makes it clear that nothing has erased the fact that I look beat up. I brush my teeth again and leave the bathroom.
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The mystery woman is still half under the covers, on her back with her face still shielded. I rustle around in my suitcase until I find a polo with some shorts and begin to dress myself. That’s brunch attire, right?
My bedmate finally stirs.
“Do you feel just as shitty as I feel?” she asks in a groggy voice as she sits up, her thick accent clear. It’s a voice I’m very familiar with.
When I turn and see her face, I’m not sure if I should feel elation or guilt.
Sitting naked in my hotel bed is Malcolm’s — my best friend, my business partner, the groom — little sister, Cameron.
Man, am I fucked!
I’m silent, yet my mind is racing. I am not prepared to be face to face with Mal’s little sister with the evidence of what we did last night all over my body, but I have no choice.
“Jacks, did you hear me?” she asks as the sheet falls down from her body, baring her full breasts to my hungry eyes. I lick my lips on pure instinct as she blushes and pulls the sheet back up with a smirk.
I shake my head as if to clear my thoughts. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” My eyes meet hers.
“Do you feel like shit too? How much did we drink last night?” She stretches.
“A lot. We drank a lot.” I pull on my shirt.
“That we did. Holy shit, did I do all that to you?” she asks, motioning to my torso.
“Yeah, I think you did.”
“From what I can remember of last night, it was like the Indiana Jones ride at Disneyland.”
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