It had been a grueling day between three salons, but for it to end with her finding the dress she would wear as she walked down the aisle toward Marc made it all worthwhile. The next seven-and-a-half months couldn’t pass fast enough, even if she did still have so much to get done.
“Now that we have my dress taken care of, how about we look at some dress styles for you girls?” Turning to the attendant, she asked, “Amanda, can you show us some tea-length styles available in teal or turquoise?” Angelina asked.
“Absolutely! I have several. Although not all of them are in your colors, we can order them in plenty of time.”
They probably wouldn’t all be able to get together again before the rehearsal given everyone’s busy lives and the fact that Savannah’s baby was due in January and her father’s trial started next month.
“As long as you promise I won’t have my final fitting until March or April,” Savannah said, patting her belly, “after delivering this baby and losing any unwanted weight during the months after my little one’s birth.”
Maybe dress shopping would distract Savannah from worrying about everything coming up in her life. Angelina hated that she’d have to testify against that monster in her condition—hell, in any condition it would be horrific.
“That will be plenty of time, Savannah,” Amanda said. “Just let me know what size to order it in, and we’ll hook you up with a seamstress who can make it fit perfectly.”
“Sounds great! My pre-pregnancy size was a two, so a four should be safe, in case I don’t lose the baby weight by June.”
Angelina noticed for the first time the dark smudges Savannah had tried to conceal under her eyes. She’d been so preoccupied with picking out her wedding dress that she hadn’t seen them sooner. She gave Savannah a quick hug, not explaining why, and Savannah hugged her back in equal silence.
They chose a one-shoulder version of the same design for Karla and strapless gowns for the bridesmaids. Angelina imagined how beautiful they’d all look at the church and reception.
Her big day was becoming more real by the moment.
Chapter Three
Angelina plopped down on the bed in one of Karla’s guest rooms. Despite it being well after midnight, she was still keyed up. What a wonderful experience this had turned out to be. She’d found her dress, and while the April delivery date made her a tad nervous, Amanda didn’t think the dress would require anything but minor alterations.
Sharing this momentous day with Mama and several members of her bridal party—not to mention having Megan preserving the memories with her camera—topped it all off. She couldn’t wait to show Cassie and Pippa photos of the gown. Pippa was holding down the fort at the restaurant until tomorrow afternoon, while Cassie and Luke were in Peru after finding out her father had been hospitalized last week. Marc said Luke told him Mr. López was home recuperating now, but they’d chosen to stay a while longer so Cassie could take him to Machu Picchu during the warm-weather season down there.
Her phone’s text alert went off, startling her. Seeing Marc’s name on the screen made her heart swell. He was doing a twenty-four-hour ride time at the Aspen Corners Fire Department, where Rafe and Tony worked, as part of his clinicals for EMT certification. She’d missed talking to him today but didn’t want to interfere.
MARC: U up?
ANGELINA: Wide awake.
MARC: Wearing ur new dress?
ANGELINA: Haha. Don’t have it this fast. Ordered, tho.
MARC: Can’t wait to see u in it.
ANGELINA: Not until our wedding day. You’ll luv it.
MARC: I’d love u in any dress. Or nothing at all.
Just as she’d been thinking earlier today. The three dots indicated he was texting something more, so she waited and then read:
MARC: What are u wearing?
Angelina grinned. Was he in the mood to sext tonight? She wouldn’t be home from Karla’s until late tomorrow morning but wouldn’t be alone with Marc until after the restaurant closed. Even though she’d only missed one full day at work, her staff was still relatively new and not able to handle every situation that might come their way yet, so she’d go straight to the restaurant after dropping off Mama.
Remembering that he’d asked her a question, she refocused.
ANGELINA: Tank top & panties.
MARC: No Mama?
He knew she’d be wearing much more if sharing a bedroom with Mama. Maybe he wanted to make sure the coast was clear before they got into this any deeper.
ANGELINA: Has her own room. Remember how enormous this house is? Will come in handy when the triplets want separate rooms.
The house had been too massive for bachelor Marc but was perfect for Adam and Karla’s growing family. However, size probably wasn’t the real issue. Marc and Angelina were building a beautiful log house nearly the same size near the reservoir, halfway between Aspen Corners and Breckenridge. Living on the side of a mountain much better suited them than a house in the city.
MARC: Which room are u in?
ANGELINA: 1st on the left.
MARC: Ah. Can picture u better now.
ANGELINA: Where should I picture u?
MARC: Outside the station. Snuck out while they’re sleeping.
Angelina hoped Marc and the guys would have a slow night and no one would need their services. But she appreciated that he’d take time to text her.
MARC: Play with ur nipples.
His command sent a zing to her clit and a smile to her face. He hadn’t told her to remove the top yet, so she pinched and pulled at them one at a time through her tank with one hand while holding the phone with the other. She almost held her breath while waiting for his next text.
MARC: Have u made my nipples hard, just the way I would if I were there?
ANGELINA: Yes, Sir.
His sitting outside the station in plain view would make this illicit conversation even hotter for him. Would she get him so hot he’d have to find a more secluded spot to touch himself? Could she make him come? Luckily, he couldn’t see the mischief in her eyes, or she wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for days. But she planned to pursue this for all she was worth.
ANGELINA: Yes, Sir. Like bullets.
MARC: I need to see. Lift ur top, pet. Send a pic.
Without hesitation, she snapped two photos and first sent a “not safe for work” warning. Even though he was a student and not an employee, he wouldn’t want to jeopardize his reputation if caught in the act. Good thing everyone else was asleep at the moment.
Angelina giggled as she put in a few returns so that her semi-nude pics wouldn’t show up on his preview screen and then attached the two shots—one looking down at both of her girls and the other a closeup of her hardest nipple. She clicked send and smiled at his almost immediate response.
MARC: Fuck, woman. Don’t worry. I don’t share my gorgeous girl with anyone.
He added a fire emoji at the end of the text. Empowered and horny as hell, Angelina responded.
ANGELINA: I miss you, Sir, and what u did to me last night.
His next emojis were of a waving hand and a peach. Clearly, he remembered, too.
ANGELINA: I wish you were spanking my ass right now.
MARC: Topping? Behave. I can deprive u of what u crave as ur punishment.
Her clit throbbed, despite his warning. It was a bad habit she didn’t think he really wanted her to break. Marc loved his little brat.
ANGELINA: Sorry, Sir.
But not sorry.
Next she texted him two rain emojis and the words:
ANGELINA: I’m wet, Sir.
The screen changed to an incoming call as her phone vibrated. Marc. She accepted the call. “Hello, sweetheart.” Her voice sounded husky.
Without preamble, he said in a low voice, “Put the phone on its stand and switch to speaker.” She followed his commands, staying in submissive role without stopping to chitchat.
Dio, I miss him.
Apparently, he wanted her hand
s free and would be giving her verbal commands now. She needed some relief after the stress-filled moments earlier in the day when she wasn’t sure she’d ever find a dress she and Mama could agree on.
Angelina set the phone on speaker and placed it in the holder on the nightstand before stretching out on the bed.
“Ready, Sir.”
“Slip your hand inside your panties from the waistband. Get your finger wet in my pussy and circle your clit slowly eight times.”
She couldn’t believe how drenched she was already, just from a few suggestive texts. Already close to coming, she rubbed her clit slowly, barely touching the excited bundle of nerves. She wanted to last a while.
“I’m so wet. Only for you, Sir.”
“Slowly insert a finger into my pussy.”
She moved her finger lower along her slit again, knowing that this wouldn’t feel nearly as good as touching her clit. Her finger slid inside easily.
“Feel full yet?
“Not as full as I am with your penis inside me.”
“Sounds like you need more.”
“Oh, yes, Sir! I do! My finger is a sorry substitute for you.”
“Slide three fingers into my pussy.” His voice sounded huskier. “But don’t move until my command.”
Three fingers were closer to what his cock felt like, but still a sorry imitation because she couldn’t angle them in the way his penis would feel.
“Pull out and ram them inside you three times.”
Despite the awkward angle, the jarring of her clit while attempting this command made her clit zing.
“Now, slowly stroke your clit with your thumb until you’re at the edge of coming, but you do NOT have permission to come.”
She groaned. He laughed. She treated him to a few seconds of heavy breathing then let out a moan.
“Fuck, woman. You’re killing me.”
Angelina smiled. “Please, Sir. Let me come.”
“Topping again, pet?”
“Sorry, Sir.” Not sorry.
“I want you to masturbate to this scenario. You’re lying over my lap, ass bare and red hot from the blistering you just received for being such a brat.”
Oh, yes! Obviously, he wasn’t really upset with her, because if he was, he’d know the promise of a spanking would not be a deterrent for her bad behavior.
She imagined the feel of his firm hand on her butt and stroked faster until she was at the edge and had to slow down before she came without permission.
“I’m there, Sir.”
“Do not come. I want you to picture me inserting a butt plug first.”
Mio Dio, she wasn’t going to last if he kept suggesting doing all the things she wished he was doing to her. If Mama wasn’t traveling with her, she’d hop in the SUV and drive home tonight to be naked and waiting for him after he came home in the morning.
“Please, Sir! You know I’m not going to last much longer if you torture me like that!”
Marc’s diabolical laugh told her he would show her no mercy. Maybe he was disciplining her for topping him earlier.
“Plug’s almost in. Your ass is fucking tight.”
She groaned, slowly stroking her clit as she imagined the sensation. “I wish I’d brought my vibe with me for the full effect.”
“There you go again. I think you have an active enough imagination not to need the actual stimulation. Bring yourself to the edge again while I’m smacking your ass now that the plug’s all the way in.”
He made a slapping sound, then again, each one reverberating against the plug and into her pussy. Her thumb circled her clit slowly to keep from coming, but she was so close she was afraid to go too far and blow the incredible orgasm he had in store for her.
“Sir, pleeeeease show some mercy for your naughty brat! I can’t hold out much longer!”
“Yes, you can.”
Bastardo!
“I heard that.”
She hadn’t spoken out loud, had she?
“Even if you only thought it.”
She smiled. Yes, he did know her well.
“All right. When I give the command for you to come, I want to hear you all the way from Denver.” She thought about the others sleeping along this hallway. Turning toward the windows, she moved the phone—still on speaker—against her mouth and placed a pillow over her head to muffle some of the sound.
“What about the others at the station?”
“Sleeping still.” She doubted he’d have the volume turned up too loudly, especially since he’d told her earlier that Tony would be on duty for his ride-time shift. But the thought of being overheard by someone other than her brother only added to her excitement.
Marc made another slapping sound as if striking his hand against his bare forearm. She flinched as if he’d struck her butt and regained her focus.
“Please, Sir. I need this. Now!”
“Yes, you do. And you’ll get it—when I’m ready. Don’t forget who’s in charge of your orgasms.”
She hoped her groan came through as loud and clear as his laughter did.
“I’m ramming my fingers inside you, hard and fast. So hot. So wet for me.”
“Y-y-y-esss! I am!”
“Now I’m reaching around with my other hand and pressing against the butt plug, wiggling it.”
Dio, she wasn’t going to last another minute if he kept this up.
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
The sound of his spanking her against the plug jolted through her as if she could actually feel his fingers hitting against it. Her thumb bumped against her clit with each smack. The pressure became unbearable, bordering on pain. Don’t come. Do. Not. Come.
“Come for me, amore. Loudly.”
The explosive orgasm ripped through her. “Marc! Oh Dio, Marc! Yes!” It felt like it went on for minutes, although it was probably mere seconds.
“I can’t hear you, pet.”
“Yessss!” she screamed, sure everyone in the house could hear her but no longer caring. “I’m coming so hard for you, Sir!”
Slap.
Slap.
After the orgasm crested, she continued to lightly stroke her clit until it became too sensitive to touch.
“Gesù, woman. I didn’t think this through. I’m going to have blue balls until I see you.”
She gasped for air until she could speak coherently. “You…started it.”
“Is someone looking to be disciplined tomorrow instead of enjoying something more along the lines of double penetration?”
“Sir, I mean.” Maybe she should try to return the favor. “May I kneel in front of you and take that big, hard cock into my mouth, Sir?”
His guttural expletive made her smile. To know she had that kind of effect on him from eighty miles away made her feel like a super hero. “If I were Wonder Woman, I’d be there to give you relief in the blink of an eye.”
“Great. Now you have me picturing you in a breastplate with your golden Lasso of Truth wrapped around my waist as you reel me in. You’re killing me, pet.”
“But what a way to go!” Her mind already thought ahead to the next costume night at the club this fall. She grabbed a couple tissues from the nightstand to clean off her fingers and picked up the phone again. “Please? May I give you a virtual blow job, Sir?”
“I appreciate the offer, but I’d rather wait until I can get your luscious lips around my cock in person.”
She’d expected no less. Marc took his EMT training seriously and wouldn’t compromise his reputation, considering this was the station he hoped to be hired by after earning his certification.
“If you insist, Sir. But I promise to do all kinds of lecherous things to you tomorrow night after I get home.”
“Fuck. I can’t wait that long. Maybe I can spirit you away from the restaurant before the dinner crowd for a quickie in your office.”
The thought of a staff member discovering them in a compromising position both horrified and excited he
r. However, facing them again afterward reminded her that her own career and professionalism were equally important. “How about the apartment upstairs from the restaurant? I’ve kept it vacant for when a staff member needs a place to crash in bad weather or whenever. I haven’t gotten a bed in there yet. Just the sofa. However, the granite countertop in the kitchen should meet our needs.” They often played in their own kitchen.
“I wish I could drive all the way to Adam’s house as soon as I’m done in the morning, but I’d probably pass you and your mama on I-70. So tomorrow afternoon it must be.”
She relaxed against the pillows feeling extremely mellow and oh so loved. “Thank you for tonight, Sir. I needed some relief like you can’t imagine.”
“Dress shopping was that rough, huh?”
“Brutal—but when I found the right one, it made it all worthwhile. I can’t wait for you to see it.”
“Neither can I, cara. Partly because that means all this wedding planning shit will be over, and we can get on to the fun stuff—like the wedding night and honeymoon.”
“Most definitely!” Not that she wanted them to breeze through one of the most important days of their shared life. “Oh, I almost forgot. Tomorrow, after the lunch crowd is gone, we have another planning thing to get done, but I think you’ll like this one.”
He groaned. “What do we have to do?”
“We have an appointment with the baker to sample wedding cakes.”
“Definitely count me in for that.”
“The baker is right in Breckenridge, so we won’t lose too much time from our other plans.”
“I intend to sample cakes by licking frosting off your tits.”
The thought of his tongue licking the icing from her nipples had her clit throbbing again. How did he do that? “Now you have me fantasizing about that, too. Maybe he’ll let us take a few slices back to the apartment to experiment with afterward.”
“Our afternoon rendezvous is sounding better by the minute.” He sighed. “But you have a long drive ahead of you, so get some sleep. I’ll just sit here picturing you covered in wedding cake and frosting the rest of the night. Love you, baby.”
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