Proposal (With the Bad Boy Book 10)

by Wanda Amard

  Emily’s father steps up to my dad, towering six inches over him. “You do not lay a hand on my child. Get your ass in there and sit down before I kick you out.”

  My dad raises a fist like he’s going to throw a punch, but then he trips over his own feet and stumbles for a step or two before righting himself. “Don't tell me what to do.”

  “I damn well will. It's my daughter's wedding. Either sit down and be quiet or leave.”

  Anger flashes in my dad's eyes and I jump between them. Hunter and I may not always have the best relationship, but he doesn't deserve to have our father arrested on his wedding day. Or cause an even bigger scene than he already has.

  “Come on, Dad. Why don’t I help you find Mom?” I pull on his arm, jerking as hard as possible until finally he loses interest in Emily’s father and follows me into the large room being used as a reception site with a small ceremony set up in the corner.

  I sit my father down next my mother who turns in his direction scowling at him and shaking her head. I widen my eyes, silently pleading for her to leave it alone and then scurry off down the hall as quickly as possible. Hopefully the two of them can maintain their control long enough to get through the vows.

  By the time I make it back to the dressing room, Emily looks as if she's ready to cry. More so than at any other time. At least this is an actual situation, not just one she’s made up. She refuses to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eye, probably because she doesn't want to mess up her makeup even as her father pleads with her.

  “Do you think they’re ready?” she asks, obviously unsure.

  I stick my head out the door and find one of our cousins. “Go make sure everyone is sitting down, please.”

  He nods and heads into the main room.

  “I think we can start,” I say, not sure at all. Better to get it over.

  She nods with a newfound confidence. “Good because there's nothing more I can deal with today. I can’t wait to marry Hunter.”

  I don't miss her father roll his eyes when she's not looking, but by the time we’re ready to walk down the aisle he’s standing by her side, his arm outstretched willing to give her away. Completely stone sober. Like a father should be.

  Hunter's two best friends from high school wait in the hallway and I latch arms with Michael as he leads me down the short walkway.

  “You look hot in that dress,” he whispers once we reach the reception room doors.

  I scowl and then look ahead, fixing a smile on my face as we walk down the middle row. At least until we part at the end and go our separate ways.

  The wedding march plays on the speakers and Michael slaps Hunter on the shoulder, getting his attention and everyone else’s too.

  The actual wedding takes forever after Emily makes it down the aisle, even though I know they've opted for short and sweet. The priest promised we’d be no more than fifteen minutes, but time drags. Or it feels that way when I can’t do anything but stand there.

  My attention drifts in and out, preoccupied with Vinn in his light blue button-down shirt and khaki pants we had to buy during the mad rush of day after Thanksgiving sales yesterday. I had more fun running from store to store with him than I remember at any time in my life. It was fun and… normal. We picked up a new DVD player for the house, something he neglected to purchase when he ordered everything new from prison.

  He smiles at me every once in a while, his eyes flicking at Michael with a threatening glance when he thinks I’m not looking. What he doesn’t remember is I’m always looking.

  “Do you, Hunter, promise to love and cherish Emily for as long as you both shall live?”

  I focus my attention on my brother, wanting to see this happy moment between the two of them. The priest stops talking and Hunter opens his mouth, but no words escape. He hesitates and then lifts a hand from his new bride to wipe sweat off his brow. It lasts a moment too long before Emily tugs on his fingers to bring him back to hers and he smiles at the priest.

  “I do.”

  I breathe a sigh of relief, and from the corner of my eye Vinn does the same. Interesting.

  Whatever it is of Hunter's momentarily hesitation, it doesn't bother anyone else and the wedding continues as planned without a hitch, but curiosity has taken root in my brain.

  Chapter Nine

  Kimber

  “Where's Mom?” Hunter asks, his eyes searching the dance floor. “Emily is making us do a mother son dance and I want to get it over with so I can drink.”

  My eyes follow the same path as his, somehow thinking I could spot her when he didn't. “I haven't seen her in a while.” Too long of a while.

  As if on cue we look at each other, both of our eyes asking a question I hope we don't know the answer to.

  “Did we check the bathrooms in here and also the one to the front?” he asks, already dooming us to that fate.

  I nod.

  It doesn't take me long to find Sonya. She's exiting the women's bathroom as I'm about to head inside. She stops, coming up short, and I stare into her eyes. They look tired and a little red, but she did cry at the wedding. If she was anyone else, I’d chalk it up to emotions, but I’ve made too many excuses for her in past recoveries.

  She snorts, but it's not in the normal way. It's kind of in the coke way.

  I shake my head and do my best to stay positive and not confront or accuse her of anything, especially at Hunter's wedding. “Mom, did you just use the bathroom?”

  She narrows her eyes at me. “Yes.”

  “And where are you going now?”

  She stops and then walks past me, her steps picking up speed. “Not that I need to tell you, but I was going to get food from the buffet.”

  Hunter and Emily only have about thirty people at the wedding — even though I swear I made up way more invites — so there's still quite a bit of food left at the buffet although most the choices were finger foods. I planned to ask Vinn to swing by McDonald's on the way home and get me a triple cheeseburger.

  “Hunter wants to do a mother son dance. I need to make sure everything is okay first.”

  She spins on me, her eyes hard. “Are you accusing me of something?”

  We both know I am, but I don't plan to admit it.

  “Of course not. I want to make sure you'll be okay for the dance.”

  “Yes, I will be. Can’t I be happy my son is getting married? You always think the worst of people, Kimber.”

  “Mom, I'm not saying anything. I just want to guarantee you’ll do the song with Hunter.”

  Someone further up the buffet line clears their throat and I momentarily forget about my mother. It’s an easy escape.

  Emily’s having her own problems with her mom as the two of them stand together with plates of food half-filled on the other end of the buffet.

  “This is the family you've married into?” she asks her daughter with enough malice I feel it from my position two feet away.

  “Don't sit on that side of the table with your hoity-toity look and think you're better than me and my family,” my mother sneers putting the largest scoop of macaroni and cheese on her plate. “Your daughter’s lucky she was able to land my son.

  “Okay, Mom,” I say trying to get away. “Let's sit down and eat quickly before the dance with Hunter.” I pull my second parent away from an upcoming fight, and as we walk away, I catch Emily giving me a silent thank you.

  I sit with Sonya at a table until the first bite of macaroni and cheese hits her mouth before I relax again. My father's been missing since the vows were finalized and everyone walked over to get food. I'm pretty sure I know where to find him, but I have no desire to go look. I'm about done wrangling family members for one day. They’re exhausting.

  “You look stressed,” Vinn says sliding in behind me, his legs resting against my hip.

  I lean my head back against his shoulder while watching everyone in the reception hall dance to music played over the speaker system. My brother put together a mix because
they couldn't afford a DJ. “This wedding has been crazy.”

  “What's crazy is how hot you are in this dress.”

  I nod with a smile. “Vinn.”

  “No seriously, Kimber. You look hot. We should go cool off over there.”

  He points out into the hallway. It is hot in here.

  Chapter Ten

  Kimber

  “Are we going outside?” I ask as he walks further down the small hallway.

  Vinn smirks. “No, but we need to go somewhere you can cool off.” The way he says it makes me think we won’t be cooling off at all.

  My eyes widen as he opens the door to the small room we changed in this morning. The window’s open and cool air blows into the room.

  “I told you I’d get you someplace and cool you down,” he says pointing to the open window.

  The breeze assaults my uncovered shoulders and I shiver, my nipples pebbling even though he can't see them under the strapless bra I had to buy for the dress.

  I shake my head smiling. When he gets playful is there anything I would deny him? Probably not.

  He tilts his head to the side and raises one eyebrow higher than the other. “I made a promise I would tag you in the dress, Kimber.”

  “You did not.” I would remember something like that.

  “I promised myself.”

  “That's not how it works. I think you have to tell both parties.”

  He shakes his head. “It's absolutely how it works.”

  There's a small bench in the room and Vinn backs me up until my knees hit and I sit. He stops scowling and stares at my position tapping his chin.

  “No, this won’t do.”

  “What?” He can’t have already given up on the idea. It’s the most fun I’ll have all day. I’d gotten excited about the naughty idea.

  “Because if your hair gets messed up and the new Mrs. Green tells me off I’ll be pissy,” he says rolling his eyes.

  I laugh envisioning the scene myself. She would not be happy.

  “And what would you do about it?”

  He smirks. “No, the question is. What will you do about it?”

  He latches on to my hand and pulls me off the bench, quickly sliding into my position. “You're going to ride me,” he says unzipping his pants and fisting his hardening dick. “That will keep your fucking hair.”

  I lick my lips. “But I’ll get your pants dirty,” I respond lifting my dress to take off my underwear — a thong because Emily didn't want panty lines — and giving Vinn a show. Obviously, my concerns don’t plan to stop me.

  He quickly pulls his pants off his hips and kicks his feet until they fall to the floor. “Problem solved.”

  I turn around for my zipper. “Help me take it off.”

  Instead, he pulls me back until I'm seated on him facing the opposite direction, leaving me off balance for a moment. “I said I was tagging you in the dress.”

  Vinn positions himself at my entrance as I work to grab the excess fabric of the pink dress and tug it around my hips before it gets in the way.

  “You locked the door, right?” I ask as he pushes past my folds and my eyes go to the closed door.

  Vinn hesitates. “We'll have to be quick.”

  He's taller than I am and my feet barely touch the floor when sitting on his lap. The only thing I can use to brace myself are the tips of my big toes. As I work to keep the dress bunched up around my hips Vinn takes control, using his hands to move my body up and down on this thick shaft. The feelings grow, the sensation on my insides coating him and making his movements easier as slickness grows between us. I never understood the obsession with sex until I started getting some on the regular.

  “Lean forward and touch yourself,” he says pushing on my back and starting the rhythm again.

  I do my best to listen without falling forward, using Vinn’s powerful strength to keep me up. My fingers are quickly coated with my essence as I push against my clit, rubbing circles in time with his thrusts as hard as possible, building as the orgasm grows under my skin. I love Vinn like this. Wild and unaware of everything but me.

  I moan, doing my best to stay quiet in case someone's walking outside the room. A breeze picks up, blowing in from the window.

  “Grab one of your tits,” he says thrusting particularly hard so it hits my cervix.

  With the hand holding my dress up, I slip it inside my bra, twist, and pull on my pebbled nipple the same way he has so many times.

  “I don’t think I can get off like this,” I say when the feelings grow but don’t go anywhere.

  He pulls me back so his dick hits the front of my wall with each movement. “Yes, you can.”

  The new position works and I tense up on top of him. I push back against Vinn, his head hitting my neck as a quick orgasm steals my breath unexpectedly. Vinn bites down on the space between my shoulder and my neck at just the right moment, prolonging my orgasm.

  “Fuck,” he says muffled by my skin as his dick jerks, filling me with his seed. Our mixture pools out the sides as our bodies connect for the final few times. I dropped the dress and frantically work to grab it again and bring it to my hips.

  As he slowly stops moving in me, our bodies come together with me still impaled. He finally lifts me off and lays me on the bench, my legs open and exposed to the door, ever hopeful no one walks in right now. He grabs a Kleenex from his pocket and carefully wipes me clean in the sweetest gesture ever.

  I almost get choked up over the simple movement and then when he finishes, he helps me fix my dress and pulls me up, kissing me softly on the mouth but not doing anything else.

  “I didn’t think you had time for a quick bathroom break,” he says wadding the tissue up and tossing it in a trashcan full of Emily’s candy wrappers from this morning.

  I smile. Just when a man can’t get any sweeter and I think we've got every single surprise out between the two of us, he does something else amazing. I wait for him to fix his pants and he repositions himself with his hands in his pockets.

  “Oh, Kimber.” His words stop me as I stand by the door waiting until we can leave again. I don’t want to go, but I worry someone will notice.

  When I turn Vinn isn't standing beside me, but he's down on one knee, the small black box I saw a few weeks ago clutched in his hand.

  “This may not be the best time to do it and I’m sure if I was another man I’d have a lot of really nice, sweet words to say to you, but I fantasize about you constantly and there’s nothing more I want to do than spend all my days with you in bed next to me.”

  I cover my mouth as he holds out the ring box in my direction.

  “Vinn.”

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