Wicked Wedding

by Bennett, Sawyer

  Her laughter stops, but she still grins up with a silly expression on her face. She coughs, snickers, then coughs again. “Okay fine… I admit…”

  She snorts and starts laughing again, shaking her head against the pillow. “Screw that… I am not admitting it.”

  Giving her a lecherous smile, I move my face closer to hers. “Want me to put it back in? Want me to fuck you again like that? Because if you won’t admit it, I’ll make you bark like a dog again just to humiliate you.”

  Brynne presses her lips flat, eyes shining with mischief.

  I smirk. “You liked it. Loved it even.”

  Her lips purse, and she tilts her head slightly. She regards me a moment before blowing out a breath of resignation. “Okay… I admit it. I admit I liked when you… when you…”

  God, she’s fucking adorable in her innocence sometimes.

  “Say it, Brynne. Tell me you fucking loved it when I pressed that butt plug into your tight little ass and then fucked you from behind.”

  Her normally creamy cheeks turn crimson, and she lowers her eyes in embarrassment.

  “I loved it,” I tell her huskily, and she raises wide eyes to me. “Loved filling that little hole up, then pressing you down into the mattress. Loved every time you cried out when I thrust in, making that little thing rock around in your hot little body. And when you came… fuck, it was so intense I could feel it all over. Yeah… I loved it. I can’t wait to go a size larger on you next time. You’ll be taking my cock back there soon.”

  Groaning, Brynne tries to turn her face, but I don’t let her. I put my mouth on hers and kiss her fiercely, amazed my dick jerks in response. I just had the mother off all orgasms, coming all over her back while I pulled the plug out of her during the midst of her own powerful release. It was sublime.

  Her arms go around my neck, and I lower my body down to hers. Outside of a breakfast of Raisin Bran and bananas, we found ourselves right back in bed again this morning. And I couldn’t keep my promise to just concentrate on her ass and only use my mouth. After I slid that plug home, she was begging for my cock and I had to give it to her.

  When I pull away from the kiss, Brynne’s cheeks are still tinged pink but she boldly admits, “I really did love it. Does that make me a dirty girl?”

  “Such a dirty girl,” I say with a laugh, but she’s not really. She’s just… perfect.

  I start to dip back down for a kiss, but jerk to a stop when Brynne’s doorbell rings. She groans, and I flop to my back with a sigh.

  “Probably just neighborhood kids selling something,” she says as she rises and grabs a robe off the back of the door. It’s not the sexy one she wore to greet me when I got here yesterday, but a modest light velour that comes down to her shins.

  “I’ll start a shower,” I say as I bound up from the bed. “Then we should actually get out of the house and do something today.”

  “Bet I can talk you out of that when I join you in the shower,” she quips, and my dick likes that very much.

  “Oh, yeah?” I say in interest.

  “I think I’ll get you all squeaky clean, then give you the best damn blow job you’ve ever had. Somewhere I read that I can massage your prostate at the same time, which makes for the best orgasm a man can have.”

  Groaning, I tip my head back. If there’s a God, please let her be right.

  The doorbell chimes again, and she shoots me a saucy wink before hurrying out of the room.

  I bend over, pick my clothes up off the floor, then head to her bathroom. Just as I’m about to cross the threshold, I hear Brynne exclaim, “What are you doing here?”

  That’s most definitely not a Girl Scout on her front porch, and I hastily put my boxers on before padding quietly down the hall. I stop right at the edge, hugging the wall so I can’t be seen, and listen.

  A man’s voice floats across the room. “I wanted to see how you’re doing. And I brought some of the things you left at my house.”

  Jesse.

  The fuck nut.

  My hands curl into fists but I hold my ground, giving Brynne the chance to handle him herself.

  “And Christ… look at you, Brynne,” he says in a melancholy tone. “It’s almost noon, and you’re still in bed. That’s not like you. You must be so depressed. Let’s go out and have some lunch. Maybe we can talk about getting you in to see a therapist.”

  I grimace over his patronizing tone, and I can imagine the look on Brynne’s face.

  “I’m perfectly fine,” she says, voice crisp and professional. “But thank you for bringing my stuff.”

  The sound of shifting says she’s relieved him of whatever load he brought.

  “Now,” she continues. “If you’ll excuse me—”

  “Brynne, please,” Jesse says, and a thwack sounds out. I’d bet money he just slapped his palm on the front door to keep it from closing. I push from the wall but hold my ground, waiting just a moment to see if Brynne brings him under control. “Let me come in. Let’s talk. I know if you will just take a moment and listen to me, you’ll understand—”

  “All I truly understand is I want you to leave my house, and I don’t want you to come here again. And I’d appreciate it if you’d give me an answer to the offer I made to you about the practice. I want to get that taken care of.”

  “Brynne, baby,” he says, and I want to rip his throat out with my bare hands.

  “Jesse… no,” Brynne exclaims, and that’s all I need to hear.

  I come tearing out of the hallway to see Jesse stepping over the threshold, his arms stretched wide as if beckoning her to him for a hug. Brynne is, in turn, scrambling backward with her hands held out defensively in front of her.

  Jesse sees me first, his eyes going wide with shock. Before Brynne can turn to see me, I tell Jesse, “Get the fuck away from my wife before I stomp your ass into the ground.”

  Red creeps up Jesse’s face as he turns to Brynne with his mouth hanging open. “You’re married? I thought that was a joke. I thought you were just telling me that to make me feel bad.”

  “No, Jesse,” Brynne says sarcastically as she slides a few steps toward me, her arms crossing over her chest. “I thought you’d feel bad enough for what you did.”

  Head swiveling between us like he’s at a sporting event, he finally focuses on me. “And exactly who the fuck are you?”

  “Her husband,” I say as I put myself in between them. “And if you don’t want a broken jaw, I suggest you back right out that front door and get on your way. You heard her… you’re not welcome back here.”

  To his credit, Jesse takes two steps back, but leans to the right to see Brynne. “You really are married?”

  “Yes,” she replies simply. While I can’t see her as she’s behind me, I can hear almost a level of pride in her voice.

  “Unfuckingbelievable,” Jesse mutters while shaking his head. His expression turns into a fierce glare. “And just how the fuck do you expect me to run a dental practice? Tara says she wants out, too, and I don’t know the first thing about the business end of things. I left a lucrative job to form this business with you, and—”

  “Not her fucking problem,” I cut in, taking a menacing step toward him. I’ve got the guy by about four inches and several pounds.

  Jesse scrambles backward, and stumbles slightly in the doorway. He tries to poke his chest out, a last show of resistance and pride. When I advance to the door, his expression says he’s looking forward to an argument now that he’s complied and moved out of the house.

  I don’t engage, though. Instead, I quietly shut the door in his face. I wait a moment, fully expecting the ass to bang on the door. If he does, I’m resolved to take the fight outside to him. In my underwear, I’ll beat his ass in front of Brynne’s entire neighborhood.

  I hear nothing, so I press my eye up to the peephole to see Jesse stomping down the steps toward the street where a white Lexus is parked. I wait until he gets in and pulls away before I turn to Brynne.

 
She’s still standing there with her arms crossed over her chest, her teeth worrying at her lower lip.

  “You okay?” I ask as I step toward her.

  With a nod, she smiles and moves into my arms. I give her a squeeze, and she gives me the same back.

  “That look on his face… when you told him that you were my husband,” she murmurs into my chest, then pulls back so I can see her face. “I wanted to gloat. I wanted to be glad it hurt him a bit, because he’d hurt me. But I couldn’t. I just realized how sad this all is, and I want to be done with it.”

  “I get it,” I assure her as I take her hand and lead her back toward the bedroom. Brynne’s not the type who would rub someone’s face in something hurtful, although I’m sure Jesse’s actually more upset to have to take over the dental practice than anything.

  I usher her right into the master bath, then start the shower running. She leans back against the vanity.

  “Let’s go to the beach or something,” I suggest. “We need to get out of the house for a bit.”

  “Yeah, sure,” she says, and I turn to find her staring at the floor and worrying at her lip again.

  “What’s wrong?”

  Her gaze comes up to mine, her eyes dark with worry. “If he doesn’t buy that practice, it means I’m going to be stuck there with those two.”

  “Not necessarily. You could just walk. Take your patients and start on your own somewhere. Or better yet, you buy him out and hire someone to replace him.”

  “With what?” she says with a laugh, truly amused. “Our dental practice is barely over a year old. We’re just breaking even. I co-signed on a three-hundred-thousand-dollar line of credit we used to buy equipment. I can’t just walk, and I certainly can’t afford to buy him out.”

  “But he can afford to buy you out?” I ask curiously.

  She nods. “His family is wealthy. If he wanted to, they would.”

  “Doesn’t sound like he wants that at all,” I reply, approaching her. I open her robe, then peel it from her shoulders. It drops silently to the floor, my boxers soon follow.

  Taking her hands, facing her naked vulnerability, I say, “I’ll loan you the money to buy him out.”

  She blinks at me in surprise, then brushes me off. “No way.”

  “You’re my wife,” I tell her with a jerk that has her falling into my body. I wrap my arms tightly around her, loving the feel of her silky skin against mine. “It’s my duty to take care of you.”

  Brynne snorts as she smiles up at me. “We’re getting an annulment. I won’t be your wife for long.”

  I laugh, leaning to brush my mouth against hers. “Okay… I’ll give you that. But I am insanely wealthy, I like you a lot, and it would be nothing for me to give you an incredibly low interest loan with long repayment terms.”

  Really, I’d like to give her the money outright. I’d kill to see her walk into the office on Monday, hand Tara and Jesse checks, then tell them to get the hell out. But Brynne has pride, and she’ll never accept that. I figure offering a loan was the best chance I had to help her distance herself from those two.

  “Thank you, Drew,” she says softly, and I like when she calls me that. She leans in, placing a soft kiss on my chest. “But I’ll figure this out.”

  I don’t press my offer upon her, but instead throw something else her way for consideration.

  “You’re supposed to still be on your honeymoon next week, right?” I ask.

  “Yeah,” she drawls, her head tipping to the side in curiosity.

  “Then don’t go back into the office next week. Come with me to Vegas. Get away from all of this. It will give you a few days of peace, allow you to think things through. I know it’s been miserable this week having to share space with those two.”

  While Brynne hasn’t been overly vocal the past few days during our phone calls, emails, and texts, I know she’s been frustrated with Tara and Jesse. Tara’s insight into Brynne’s relationship with Jesse bothered her and caused her doubt, which was reinforced each time she passed Tara in the halls or something. And Jesse made cheesy and desperate attempts to prove his remorse. Flowers, a teddy bear, and an apology diamond bracelet. Each gift made Brynne steam with fury, especially since he had yet to even apologize.

  If there was anyone who needed to get away for a week, it was Brynne. I stare at her expectantly as she contemplates my offer.

  “Vegas for a week, huh?” she asks with her lips curving up.

  “We can leave right now if you want.”

  “Right now?”

  “Well, yeah… I have one of Caterva’s private jets. It’s how I flew out here.”

  Brynne slaps her palm to her forehead. “Of course you did. How silly of me to think otherwise.”

  I laugh and pop her ass, which audibly cracks given her wet skin. She yelps and rubs at the stinging spot, but I notice her nipples pebble to tight points. I tuck that little bit of information away for later.

  “So you’ll come?” I press, pulling her back into me.

  “Have you failed to make me yet?” she teases, and my cock jumps. I’ve made her come countless times.

  I don’t answer her, and she doesn’t provide me with more in the way of a solid answer. Instead, she takes me in her hands and strokes my dick until I’m fully aroused, after which she kneels on the tiled floor and sucks me into her mouth.

  CHAPTER 10

  Brynne

  “I’m starving,” Andrew says as places a kiss on the back of my shoulder. I’ve been lying flat on the mattress, face down, since Andrew crawled off me five minutes ago. I’m exhausted and sore, and I wouldn’t want to feel any other way.

  We flew into Vegas on Caterva’s private jet—all chrome and black leather interior—and came straight to his condo. I had imagined him living among the glitz of the strip when he said he lived in the city limits, but he has a beautiful condo on the tenth floor in the downtown area, just a few blocks from Fremont Street. Not that Old Las Vegas can’t be glamorous, he assured me, but he chose this area because of the history and that it’s a nice walk or bike ride to Caterva’s offices.

  He told me that his partners, Avril and Dane, lived out in the burbs, preferring the quiet and wanting lots of space. They had just gotten married—in fact, Andrew had just left their wedding reception when he found me on the side of the road in my wedding dress—and I have to wonder if that was some sort of message from the cosmos or something.

  “Think you can manage enough energy for a shower?” he teases as he slides his hand down my back to palm my ass. God, he’s got great hands.

  I turn my head, so I can see him as he lays beside me. He doesn’t look sleepy or overly mellow in the slightest, but rather like he could run a marathon.

  “I’m not even sure I have the energy to process rational thought right now,” I murmur at him with a sated smile. “How can you possibly be so perky?”

  I get a responding grin, and Andrew dips forward to kiss my cheek. When he pulls back, he says, “Because sex with you is invigorating, not mellowing. I feel like I could conquer the world right now.”

  The giggle that escapes sounds horrid coming out of my mouth. I’m not a giggler by nature—rather a snorter when something amuses me—but Andrew doesn’t seem turned off. In fact, his grin goes wider.

  He springs up from the bed, moving to where I’m sprawled and scooping me up. I snuggle into him as he carries me into the bathroom, but sigh when he says, “Let’s get cleaned up, then we can go out to a nice meal.”

  “Why?” I ask as he sets me on the floor and turns to the shower. “Let’s just cook something here or order in. That way we can be lazy and stay naked.”

  I pay little mind to his disagreement. I’m sidetracked by the muscles that stretch and ripple in his upper back as he leans in to turn the shower on. Any rational thoughts flee as my gaze goes farther down to his amazing ass.

  “Because,” he says over his shoulder. He completely busts me ogling him and smirks. “I want to take you ou
t on a date. I’m pretty sure our last real one was the night we got married.”

  I suspected this new relationship went beyond just sex, even though no one would ever know it since that’s all we seem to do. But the fact he wants to do something as basic as take me out on a date only solidifies my confidence in Andrew and where this is going. I know I should move forward with trepidation, or that I shouldn’t have deep feelings for a person so soon after thinking I had pretty deep feelings about another person, but I also can’t ignore how right this feels.

  I smile. “Okay then… let’s go out on a date.”

  ♦

  Dinner was amazing, and I’m stuffed. We shared a bottle of wine, and I’m feeling peaceful and relaxed as we stroll back to his condo hand in hand. He took me by Fremont Street and tried to talk me into zip-lining under the lighted arched walkway, but I didn’t want to throw up my pricey filet mignon with crab and hollandaise sauce. We went into the Golden Nugget and played a few hands of blackjack, but I’m not much of a gambler. Jesse wanted Vegas as his wedding destination, and he came out a few days early with his best man and some other close friends to do some gambling and golfing.

  Or so he said.

  I’m wondering now if it wasn’t the allure of a sex club.

  Regardless, I find I’m less and less angry with Jesse, and I have to wonder if that’s because of some potential truths Tara had laid on my doorstep, in that I wasn’t as committed to a life with Jesse as I had thought myself to be. It certainly would explain my ability to jump right into a relationship with Drew.

  After the Golden Nugget, we headed back toward his condo, a short three-block walk. My hand fits perfectly in Andrew’s. As we meander, we continue the enjoyable conversation we had over dinner.

  “Do you get to see your family much?” I ask. He’d told me they were all in Ohio, which I imagine with as busy as Andrew is and the distance would make it difficult.

  “Not as much as I’d like,” he says. His parents, along with an older sister, live in Columbus. When he speaks of them, it’s with clear fondness, but I can sense some regret.