Blended (Redemption #1)

by Sasha Brümmer

  I wrap my arms around her from behind. “Are you okay?”

  “Perfect,” she says as she takes a drink and leans her head back against my chest. I kiss the back of her head, and her body sags against mine.

  “Drink up, fancy-ass. I’ll get you another glass for cheers before the clock hits midnight.”

  “Thank you,” she says softly. “Wade?”

  “What is it?”

  “This year has been life changing, and this next year . . . it’s just the start of us.”

  My arms tighten around her waist as she says those words. They hit me with force in the center of my chest. “Are you ready for all of it?”

  She glances at me over her shoulder after she finishes the glass off. “More than ever.”

  “Good because I’m not going backward again. Not when it comes to us.”

  “I wouldn’t want you to. You’re my life.”

  The waiter comes by with two champagne flutes. I take them and hand one to her. “To my bride.”

  “To my groom,” she counters.

  I take her mouth, plunging my tongue between her lips until mine is dancing with hers. Liam clears his throat, which ignites fire in my gut. This fucker will get exactly what’s coming to him.

  Pulling away from my fiancée, I look over at him, pissed that he interrupted something remarkable between the two of us.

  “Fuck off.”

  He chuckles and lays his hand on my shoulder. Isla is next to him, but Adriana is nowhere in sight. “Two minutes, dude. Are you ready for this next step?” He nods toward Hadley and smirks.

  “More than you know.”

  “Sweet. I get to be your best man, right? A strip club and a couple of whores will do for your bachelor party.”

  “I mean it; fuck off.”

  Hadley pulls on my bowtie to undo it. I look away from Liam as he draws Isla close and instead focuses on what she’s doing.

  Hadley gets my bowtie off from around my neck and pushes it into my slacks front pocket, resting her hand against my shaft for a moment before removing it.

  The ten-second countdown starts, and I can’t keep my eyes off of the woman in front of me. She fought this high-frequency love as if it wasn’t supposed to be, but she’s here now, right in front of me. Engaged to me . . . promising me her future.

  “Happy New Year” rings out through the vast space as the band starts the music, and the fireworks start to go off just beyond the pier. The noise should distract me, or draw my attention elsewhere, but all that I’m able to see is her. I take her mouth with mine as if I’m dying of thirst and she’s the only thing that will be able to quench it. She undoes the top button of my shirt before circling her arms around my neck and pressing her entire body against mine.

  She’s brought tranquility to my world.

  She’s my reason.

  My reason for existing.

  She comes first. Always.

  The early morning sunlight streams into our hotel room a few hours later: January first. After an hour of celebrating, the alcohol went to Hadley’s head and she was struggling to stand in her heels. We stole away to our hotel while the party was in full swing. I ravaged her while she spilled over with drunken giggles, which morphed into delirious cries of pleasure. She squirms beside me, reaching for me in her sleep; once she’s reassured that I’m still beside her, I reach over and grab my phone to answer a couple of emails.

  I type out one in specific that I know Hadley will enjoy when I let her in on my surprise. Adriana has been helping me plan our honeymoon, and I’ve just confirmed all of the details. She’ll get back to me on Monday, and let me know that all of the reservations have been made.

  Aside from the copious amount of alcohol we consumed last night, she drunkenly assured me that she was giving up her position as a phone-sex operator. We spoke about what she wanted to do because I know that she will refuse any suggestions of her not working. She mentioned that she’d possibly like to go back to school and get a degree in psychology in order to help others in need. I told her that she’d be welcome to work with Mothers of Brass, and at my suggestion, her eyes lit up and she told me that she would love nothing more than to be involved with that venture in Brass Global.

  I get out of bed and get dressed before walking out into the suite’s living room to call my mother.

  “Happy New Year, Waylon,” she says when she answers.

  “To you as well, Mother. How was your evening?”

  “I thoroughly enjoyed it, and I believe that all the women did as well. Thank you for allowing me to host the first one, dear. It meant a lot to me.”

  “You’re welcome. I’m sure that we will host it next year as well. Hadley and I would like to attend it as she’s taken a liking to the charity.”

  “She has? Well, I’d love to have that sweet girl help out if she’d like to.”

  “She’s rather interested in getting involved and helping the women through their troubles. I think that it’s a remarkable idea.”

  “Will you tell her to give me a call, please?”

  “I will, Mother. I think that she enjoys helping those in need, and she’ll enjoy spending the time with you,” I tell her as I take a seat on one of the wingbacks and place an online room service order for breakfast on an iPad in the room.

  “Now tell me, Waylon, what are you doing with regard to your wedding? I haven’t heard much about it other than the date the two of you chose. That’s only twenty-eight days away.”

  “It’s one of the reasons why I’m calling you. I was considering the house that your great-great-grandfather owned in Scotland. I believe you called it the Ardunan House?”

  “That would be incredible. I think that it’s now named the Strathblane Country House. I believe that they have very recently remodeled it as well. Let me get into contact with them right now and find out if they have an opening, and I’m confident that they will accommodate us.”

  “Thank you. I’ll make some calls regarding flights for those we’d like to attend.”

  I can hear her smile on the other side of the line. “How big would you like the wedding to be?”

  “I’m not entirely sure. I know that Hads has only a handful of people whom she will be inviting, so I’ll be keeping it small as well. I cannot imagine that there will be more than forty people in total. Inquire about renting out the entire house, please.”

  “Of course, dear. I’ll call you back once I am given all of the details that we’ll need.”

  Hadley walks out into the living room and settles onto my lap wearing only leggings and a shirt with the words Good Morning Whiskey on it while unfolding a blanket. She pulls the cream-colored blanket over herself, and I chuckle to myself.

  “Goodbye, Mother.”

  “Bye, Waylon.”

  I set my phone down and wrap my arms around Rye as she burrows deeper into my hold.

  “Good morning, gorgeous.”

  She groans and pulls the blanket over her head.

  “Breakfast should be here soon. How are you feeling?”

  “Awful,” she mumbles. “Was that Lilly?”

  “It was. We were discussing a wedding location.”

  I watch as she pulls the blanket down, her hair wild as she looks up at me, “And?”

  “There was an old house that belonged to my family called the Ardunan House on my mother’s side. It’s in Scotland.”

  “Scotland? We’re going to get married in Scotland?”

  “If you agree to it and if they are able to accommodate us, then yes, we are.”

  “Of course I agree to it, Wade. I’ve always wanted to go to Scotland.”

  “Start packing, gorgeous,” I tell her as the doorbell rings throughout the suite. I call out for room service to enter. The waiter delivers our breakfast and disappears within a minute. I watch as Hadley leans forward to grab a croissant from the pastry tray. She tears a piece off and places it in her mouth.

  “I’ll need a dress first. I hope that Lola will
agree to make it.”

  “I’m sure she will. We’ll speak to her on Monday regarding it.”

  “Thank you.” She places a kiss on my jaw before eating another piece of croissant. She remains in my lap while we finish breakfast and make our way back into the warmth of the king-sized bed for the remainder of the day.

  The next twenty-four days pass effortlessly. Hadley is currently with Lola for her final wedding dress fitting while I’m on the phone with Adriana, confirming all of the stops for our honeymoon once more. We fly out to Scotland in two days. Hadley and I will be spending an evening in Edinburgh before heading just north of Glasgow where the country house is located.

  She’s thrilled when she comes down the stairs and bolts into my arms. I tell Adriana that I’ll call her back later and slide my phone into the pocket of my jeans.

  “Well?”

  “I love it, and I cannot wait for you to see it.”

  She’s glowing . . . unquestionably radiant.

  “You’re always beautiful, and I look forward to you in it.”

  “When did you get so sweet, Waylon Brass?”

  “Since I tasted you, baby.”

  “Oh, quit it.”

  “Not now, not ever.” I run my hand over her piercings, wishing it was my tongue instead. “I have a dinner meeting tonight. You’re welcome to join me.”

  “A dinner meeting?” She giggles and smacks my chest. “I don’t think that any man has ever called his bachelor party a dinner meeting before.”

  “You have now.” I chuckle when she moves off of my lap, and I stand up, holding my hand to my lower back. I need to cut out some of the physical activity in my life if I plan on walking for the remainder of my life. I may still be breathing and alive, but I’ve been in pain this last week again.

  I watch her smile fall off of her face. “Are you all right?”

  “I’m great. I need to get going soon, and your girls will be over shortly. I’m sure Isla will have some entertainment for you this evening.”

  She shrugs. “I don’t want anyone else but you, Wade. You know that. Plus, I’m sure, with Liam being back in town again, that he’s going to be taking you somewhere where there is plenty of available pussy.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “I do.” Her cheeks heat at those two words and I lay my lips on hers before Lola calls down to us. “Wade, you need to go. You’ll ruin her bachelorette party.”

  I keep my eyes on my bride. “Think of me, Rye.”

  “Always.”

  I let go of her, and my entire body already aches to have her near again as I put distance between us. I grab my coat and open the door, but frown when I see Liam, Owen, and a few other guys from college standing next to Adriana, Isla, and my mother.

  “What is this?”

  Isla pushes past everyone, holding a penis-shaped balloon. “We’re combining parties.”

  “We’re what?” I hear Hadley call out and walk up to me, ducking underneath my arm. I look down at her and grin.

  “Let us in, Brass,” Isla demands. “We’re doing a joint party since they are both rather small. You two both need to work on your people skills, and I can’t be on the bride and groom’s side at the same time. I might just stand between the two of you at the altar.”

  “The fuck you won’t.”

  “Get over yourself, brass balls.”

  Hadley and I step back and watch them claim our penthouse, placing platters of food out in the living room and removing their coats. My staff comes out to help hang up their things in the hall closet before they vanish again.

  “Hadley? You need to come up here to change.”

  Both of us look up at Lola at the top of the stairs, holding up a rather sheer set of lingerie.

  “Lo!” She yells and takes the stairs two at a time to get to her. I watch them giggle, and they walk back into the master suite together.

  Liam walks up to me holding a tumbler filled with amber liquid. “Here’s to you, man.”

  “Thank you.”

  Music starts throughout the penthouse, and Isla adjusts the lights to dim while Owen starts opening bottles of champagne. “Did you bring the blow-up doll, Owen?” Isla asks, and I freeze in place.

  “A blow-up doll. Is that a fucking joke?”

  “What did I tell you about letting those brass balls hang, huh? We’re all getting drunk, having fun, and then passing out here. I hope that you and Hads don’t mind sharing a bed with two others.”

  “Fuck off.”

  Her suggestion brings me back to the many times I’ve been in bed with multiple women, but I shrug it off and take a long drink from my tumbler.

  It takes Hadley a while to come down the stairs, and Lola seems to be just as giddy as she is when they join the rest of us in the kitchen, surrounding the island while we inspect the small buffet laid out in front of us.

  She’s dressed in white, with deep red lipstick staining her lips. Isla hands her a glass of champagne and she smiles as she accepts the flute. She’s fucking gorgeous and all mine.

  “Here’s to the soon-to-be Mr. and Mrs. Waylon Brass,” Isla says, and everyone agrees before raising glasses and taking a drink.

  Hadley sets her flute down and looks at everyone around the island. “Are we really not going out?”

  “Oh, we’re going out, all right. We just need to get the two of you buzzed before the party starts,” Owen counters and slams back the remainder of the champagne in his glass. Hadley follows him, and I hand her the glass that was poured for me before drinking from my tumbler.

  An hour of tequila shots, champagne cocktails, and Scotch later we’ve all piled into the stretch limousine as Jacobs takes us to a nightclub called Underground. When we arrive, I get out before helping Hadley out. There’s a long line wrapping around the building, but I walk up to the bouncer and we’re given entrance without my having to say a word to him.

  “We have the VIP area to ourselves, Brass. I used your card,” Isla says as she grabs my bicep and pulls me in what I assume is the direction of the private area. Hadley is moving her body to the music beside me as we walk to the roped-off area, unable to fight the music surging through her.

  She moves fluidly, attracting the attention of more than one set of eyes.

  “I may enjoy watching that ass move, but I’m not entirely pleased that all of the other men will be able to see you as well.”

  “Wade,” she whines and laces her fingers with mine, pulling me toward the dance floor. I stop her to remove my arms from my jacket, and help her out of the coat before I let her lead me to the dance floor. I feel eyes on us as her too-tight dress hugs her in all of the right places.

  “Dance with me?” she asks as we step foot onto the dance floor, her body fitting against my front.

  I grin and slide my hands down to the small of her back, and start moving my hips against her, fucking her with our clothes on. “I don’t want you with another man. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” she teases and pushes her breasts into my chest. “Oh, and I’m thinking about getting another piercing.”

  “That was incredibly casual. Where?”

  “Where would you like to suck on one?”

  I take a deep breath, realizing that she might be serious. “Anywhere, Rye.”

  “So . . . my future groom approves?”

  “More than you know,” I tell her as we move together as if we are the only ones on the dance floor.

  “What about my clitoris?”

  I run my right hand down her thigh, grazing her skin with my fingers. “You could do that. I was considering these nipples of yours.”

  She glances down and grins, then purses her lips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Whiskey?”

  “I would. Now dance with me, gorgeous.”

  We spend the next thirty minutes losing ourselves to each other’s sensual, erotic movements.

  Isla and Liam have joined us, and I’m surprised with Adriana when she joins the two of them.
I’d like to blame it on the alcohol, but I’m unsure as to how true that would be.

  “I need a drink,” Hadley says against my ear. I grab her hand and pull her out from the middle of the dance floor, taking her to where Owen and Lola are getting rather affectionate on the couch.

  I pour her two fingers of whiskey before pouring my own and take a seat across from the couple. “We didn’t mean to interrupt.”

  Lola blushes as Hadley gets comfortable beside me. I stretch my arm behind her, pulling her even closer.

  “Shut the fuck up. If you two were left alone up here, you’d already be naked and fucking each other until you passed out.”

  I chuckle along with Hadley as she downs the remainder of her tumbler. Jesus. I contemplate remaining sober this evening to watch over her, but Liam pulled me aside before we got into the limousine and told me to let loose because he and Owen were not going to be drinking. They decided to watch over the women instead. I was surprised, but I might take them up on their offer. Hadley watches me as I throw the remainder of my tumbler back and lean in to take her mouth. She audibly moans against my lips, and I’m tempted to take her back to the limousine to fuck her, but I resist the urge to be inside of her for the moment.

  “I want you,” she confesses as she straddles my lap, grinding her hips against my cock; she receives the rise out of me that she’s wanted all night. I’m fucking hard beneath her.

  “Are you wearing panties?”

  Her eyes lock with mine as she shakes her head back and forth. “No.”

  “Fuck, baby.” I thrust my hips up to her once again, and she throws her head back as if I’ve hit her exactly where she needs to be touched.

  “We’re going to dance,” Owen says, and I watch the two of them walk down the single flight of stairs before moving the hem of her dress up and run the back of my knuckles over her wet, sensitive skin. I can feel her body move with the bass of the music pumping around us as I slide a solitary finger inside of her. Her hips move with the thrusts of my finger. She runs both of her hands into my hair, and I have no doubt that anyone would know exactly what we are doing if they decided to glance up here.