by Kacey Shea
Evie steps over to the dresser and picks up her bag, then digs through the contents until she retrieves the annoying device.
“Oh, my God!” she screams, but it’s a sound filled with delight.
“What now?” A chuckle escapes as I push off the bed and walk to her side.
Her smile stretches wide and she points at the screen, the illumination of the backlight brightening every feature of her face. “Oh, my God! Kate’s in labor!”
“What?” My brow furrows with the concern that replaces my amusement. Words rush from my lips along with my panicked thoughts. “Isn’t it too early? Is she okay? Is the baby okay?”
“Easy there.” Evie places a hand on my chest, her eyes full of sincerity when she catches my stare. “Lots of babies are born premature and healthy. She’s thirty-seven weeks. That’s hardly early, anyway.”
“But her due date isn’t until next month,” I murmur. I really don’t get this baby thing. This seems a much bigger deal than Evie is letting on. “Are you sure she’s fine?”
“I’m sure she’s good. Here, this is her last message . . .” She glances at her phone to read aloud. “Bitch, you best get to this hospital or you’re dead to me.”
“Wow. She pulled out the bitch. Harsh.”
Evie smirks as she shakes her head. “I’m sure she’s just giving me a hard time.”
“Humor gets lost in translation.” I’ll never truly understand their friendship.
“Wait. Hold on. She’s typing again.” Those little dots bubble on the screen and when the message pops up I read it over her shoulder.
Kate: Hospital, bitch. Now.
I whistle loud. “Double bitch. She ain’t messing around.”
“Shit.” Evie shakes her head and looks around our hotel suite. “It’s our wedding night. I want to be here. But . . .”
“You also want to be there.” I nod, but I’m not disappointed. Maybe a little perturbed at the fact Kate and Jon’s baby chose this night to come into the world, sure. But it’s out of our control. Evie wanting to be there for her best friend only demonstrates the generous heart she has. It’s one of her most beautiful qualities. “Then I say we move this party to the labor and delivery floor.” I waggle my brows and Evie’s laughter brings a genuine smile to my face.
“Thank you.” Her glorious bare breasts rise and fall with her sigh. I can’t help but zero in on the movement, and my waning erection springs back to life. “Let me text Kate back and tell her I’m coming,” Evie says while she types at the screen.
“Yeah, you are.” I take the phone from her fingers as soon as the message is sent and set it on the dresser. “I can’t believe I’m going to proposition this to you, on our wedding night of all nights, but Mrs. Reynolds . . . How do you feel about a quickie before we go?”
“Can you make it really fast?” She lifts her brow, and it’s so goddamn adorable.
“Fast. Got it. Just the way my wife likes it.” She giggles and falls back onto the pillows but I drag her back down the bed with me. “Setting expectations low in the beginning. I can only go up from here,” I murmur as I claim her lips.
“You really can,” she whispers with a smile. Reaching between us to grip my cock, she strokes it several times before she releases her hold and pushes my shoulders back against the mattress. She straddles my hips once again, climbing up on her knees so she holds her wet center only inches from my painfully hard self. “Hard and fast,” she reminds me, desire lighting her command. I thrust up and she drops down, rocking back and forth to ride me—this time to the finish.
“Kate, you’re one of kind. Using your baby to cock block my honeymoon,” I tease as we enter her hospital room, but my gaze is captivated by the wee little man swaddled against her chest.
“I do what I can,” she responds, her lips painted with a smile. “Must run in the family.” She raises her brow and directs her stare at me. “I heard you called me that, too.”
“I only speak the truth.” I hold up my hands in surrender, step forward and clasp Jon on the shoulder. “Congrats. He’s perfect.”
“He really is,” Jon murmurs. His gaze never leaves his newborn son from where he sits on the edge of the bed, one arm wrapped protectively around Kate. “Thank you for being here.”
It’s just past six in the morning but we’ve been up all night. I stayed in the waiting room while Jon and Evie took short breaks to keep me informed of her progress. Not that they needed to. Kate’s foul mouth reached well past the boundaries of her hospital room, and as she labored hard and without medication for several hours before William decided to make his grand entrance into the world, I’m sure the medical staff is also relieved last night is over.
“You did so good, Kate.” Evie’s eyes fill with tears from where she adores the new baby. I walk to stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing the side of her head as she continues to coo at the little guy. “I love you so much, William,” she whispers and my heart fills with even more love for her. She’s my best friend, lover, wife, and one day she will make an incredible mother.
“Thank you for staying with me. I’m sorry we crashed your honeymoon. Honestly, I couldn’t have done this without you,” Kate says and for once there’s no smart remark or teasing.
“Yeah, seriously. We couldn’t have.” Jon’s eyes are wide as he adds, “And now you have to be present at all future births of our children.”
“More! I just popped one out of my vagina and you’re already talking more?” Kate shakes her head. “Give a woman a hot second!”
“How many babies do you two want?” There’s laughter in Evie’s question. My shoulders shake with my suppressed chuckles and I hug her closer, ready and waiting for the argument that’s sure to ensue with my wife’s instigation.
“At least five.” Jon winks at us before Kate’s glare centers on him.
“Five!”
“Yeah, I’ve always wanted my own basketball team. But don’t worry, that’s not until you agree to be my wife.”
“Jonathan Beltran, so help me God and the baby I hold in my arms, you’d better be fucking with me right now!”
“And that’s our cue . . .” Evie interrupts and gives both Kate and baby a kiss to the cheek. “Get some rest today, and send me lots of texts. I want a million pictures of this guy.” She walks around the bed to hug Jon.
“You don’t even have to ask.” Kate yawns.
I wave at the couple and Evie grasps my hand as we walk out the door. She’s silent as we ride the elevator down to the lobby and out the front doors. I assume her lack of conversation stems from exhaustion. We’re no longer kids, and pulling an all-nighter isn’t as appealing as it once was. I’m about to suggest we delay our honeymoon road trip and sleep the rest of the day away when her voice cuts through the morning much the way the brilliant hues of pinks and purples arrived with the sunrise.
“That was so amazing. And terrifying. And beautiful.” She squeezes my hand and turns her face so I have to meet her gaze. “Thank you for sacrificing some of our time so I could witness a miracle.”
“I’d do anything for you, Evie. You know that? I’ll give up hours of sleep, and yes, even a night of mind blowing sex, if it makes you happy. I love you, and there’s nothing else I need in this life, as long as I have you.”
“You should have said that in your vows.” Her lips widen with a smirk but I steal it away with a kiss.
Right there, in the front of the hospital amongst nurses and doctors arriving for a new day’s shift, I thoroughly kiss my wife. With my lips I once again seal all our promises. The vows we made only yesterday hold tight with the love and respect I have for her. They grow along with the wish to share hours like this, sometime in the future, in which I’m blessed to witness the birth of our own child.
A long whistle followed by, “Get a room!” finally pulls us apart. I have no idea how long we spent kissing, but judging from my shallow breaths and Evie’s swollen pink lips, it was more than a few
minutes.
“Tate.” Evie’s gaze travels up my chest to meet my stare. Her eyes are full of love, desire, and hope as she reaches out to hold my hand.
“Yes, Evie?”
Her smile grows. “Take me home.”
“Always and forever.” I tuck her smaller frame into my side and we stroll to the car. The morning sun is bright and lights the future before us. Our journey together is only beginning to uncover the goodness in store, and my heart is full.
The End
Thank you
Dear Reader,
Thank you for reading The Wedding! I hope you’ve enjoyed Tate and Evie’s walk down the aisle as much as checking in on the other Uncovering Love couples. This story has been in my head for over a year, and something I wanted to write as a thank you to my readers. How fitting it is to publish this novella on my two-year book publishing anniversary! This series is what started my writing journey and these characters have a special place in my heart for that very reason. I hope I’ve made you laugh with their antics, and maybe shed a few happy tears too.
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I’ve already had requests for more updates on my Uncovering Love characters and while I’m putting these couples aside for now, I’d love to know who you’d like to see more of. Email me at [email protected] or find me on Facebook and shoot me a message. I look forward to your thoughts and questions!
As always, thank you for your support, and for spending time with my characters. It’s truly a blessing to claim the title author as my profession. Readers like you make it possible.
Much love,
Kacey
Sneak Peek of Detour
Please enjoy the first three chapters from Detour, an Off Track Records novel by Kacey Shea, available now.
Why does a young adolescent boy spend endless hours learning to play electric guitar, practicing covers of Nirvana, Metallica, and Green Day until he’s perfected them just so? Is he chasing a life of fortune or fame? No. Is it for the music? Maybe a little, but still not the main reason. No. He does it for the ladies. That’s the number one reason, and any little shit who tells you otherwise is lying. Sure, the music, fame, money, and recognition, it all plays into the equation soon enough. But the real motivation, the reason most of us ever even started was for one thing and one thing only. The chance that someday flocks of gorgeous women would gladly line up at the chance to become well acquainted with our cock.
In that respect, I’ve made my teenage self wildly proud.
We’re between tours, enjoying some well-earned downtime at our place in LA. Today is Tasty Tuesday, an endearment I’ve proudly bestowed upon every Tuesday while we’re between tours. I love Tasty Tuesdays because, when we aren’t on the road, I’m free to hit up a contact or two from my proverbial Little Black Book for some afternoon delight. Today I opt for double trouble—newbie LA beauties who moved here just six months ago after graduating from some Pacific Northwest junior college.
Actresses. Code for waitress, barista, and sometimes stripper, depending on the girl. These two are green enough that I’d be surprised if they’re working the clubs just yet. Though, one could argue coming over to fuck a rock star in the middle of the day only one week after meeting in a bar could be construed as selling out. Well, we’re not technically fucking. Yet. Only standing in the middle of the media room, engaged in some kissing and heavy petting before the opening credits have had a chance to roll through.
But these women aren’t innocent. No, these girls know exactly where this is headed and they can’t wait.
“Mmm, you’re so hot. Can I suck your dick?” The blonde one purrs into my ear while her friend nibbles my neck on the opposite side.
Uh? Isn’t that the point of me bringing you back here? Instead, I go with the anticipated response, “Yeah, babe. Suck me.” I kiss her hard and weave my fingers into her platinum locks. Work the lips. Suck her tongue. Nip the lip. She’s panting when I pull her head back a few inches and push her down to her knees. Her fingers go straight to my belt. See, not innocent at all.
“Your turn, sweet girl.” I twist and lower my chin to the friend.
False lashes blink a few times and reveal tempting jade irises. Cherry lips. Her inky black hair falls forward in her face and her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips. I glance down, just as the blonde shoves my jeans down my legs and my cock springs forward, nearly slapping her in the face. With my left hand resting on blondie’s head, I revel in the way her wet mouth and soft hands expertly work my hard-on. I use my other hand to wrap around the friend’s neck and tug her to my side.
She’s petite and I’m tall, so she only comes to my chest. I lean down to capture her lips in a kiss, which proves problematic when trying to keep my dick aligned with the blonde’s mouth. Doesn’t work. We need to move this party horizontal. “Couch time, ladies. Clothes off.”
They grin at my demand and begin a little strip show. I relax into the soft leather, eyes transfixed on the performance taking place in front of the screen. I shed my remaining clothes much faster, but never drop my gaze from the dancing duo.
God damn, I love women.
Hips gyrate to a slow, imaginary rhythm. These chicks are beautiful in the way women envy, with the thin body, huge fake tits, and enough makeup to hide any imperfection. They’re as pretty as any other model or actress in LA, but these girls are nobodies. No connections, no training in acting, and they think they can ride their looks to a big break. Pretty young shells just vying for a slice of fame amongst thousands, and I’m no idiot. They see me as their fast track meal ticket to the good life.
It’s something I’ve grown accustomed to, but it wasn’t always this way. I’ve always done well with the ladies, but I used to have to work for it. That was before our band went on tour with Justin Hill, over a year ago. Since then, Three Ugly Guys have been flying high on success. After Justin, we did another short tour before settling in LA to record our next album. It’s unreal, going from wanting everything, working hard, and having almost nothing, to suddenly having anything I could ever want. Money, recognition, pussy. I have it all.
I nod to blondie and palm my erection in my right hand. “Kiss her.”
They kiss, sensual, slow, and I groan as their fingers skirt and skim across the other’s body. The perfect combination of erotica and tease. Licking. Sucking. Touching. This show’s all for me and these two deserve a standing ovation. Maybe they really have what it takes to make it in LA.
They start to finger each other, and that’s when I tire of the sidelines. “Enough. Come here. I want that pussy.” My demand only heightens their arousal and the room fills with the smell of sex.
“Who wants a ride first?” I say and when the black-haired beauty bites her lip, a momentary hesitation, I grab the hand of the blonde and tug her onto my lap. She straddles me and I grab the foil wrapped latex at my side.
“You don’t have to wear one. I’m safe,” she coos, reaching out to stop me from opening the package.
Ha! My mama didn’t raise no fool. I don’t mess around with sexually transmitted diseases or unplanned pregnancies. Even if she’s telling the truth, I sure as hell don’t need to be supporting a gold digging baby mama. I slide the condom on and catch the glimmer of disappointment that clouds her expression. Not for long, though. No, I’ll have her screaming with bliss in minutes. My fingers work her over, priming her, and then I slam her down onto my lap. “Fuck.” With my other hand I weave my fingers into the friend’s short hair, tugging her until our lips lock in a passionate kiss.
It doesn’t take long before the friend sheds her inhibitions and is as turned on as the blonde bouncing up and down my cock.
“Make me come, Trent,” the black-haired beauty whispers right before
she licks and sucks my earlobe and sends a shot of lust darting through my body.
“Sit on my face,” I demand and scoot my ass down to the edge of the seat cushion. She stations herself over my face and my lips gladly lock on to her shaved pussy. Our new position gives blondie more room to ride my cock and she squeals when I meet her movements with thrusts of my own.
This is the good life.
“Oh, yes! Fuck me, Trent! Oh, Trent!” Blondie screams while Jet Black straddles my face. She’s limber, using the back of the sofa to keep her balance while grinding her cooch over my eager lips. I love eating pussy. I sincerely do. And I’m fucking good at it. I’ve never met a clit I didn’t like. But the one on my lap is extra mouthy. Her high pitch squeals collide against the mantra of “Fuck, Trent,” the one I’m tonguing won’t stop with.
Oh, shut the fuck up. The noises women make when they think they’re being sexy are fucking annoying. The pitchy screams. The whiny moans. The pouty baby talk. Sure, it made me hard the first twenty times—like it’s some twisted compliment or badge of honor for women who look and sound like porn stars to beg me to fuck them.
But this. This is distracting. In fact, I can almost feel my cock going soft at the sound. What the fuck is wrong with me? They continue the exaggerated squeals and I’m in serious danger of not keeping Mr. Trent up. Yeah, I named my dick, and I named him after myself because we’re awesome. Plus, it sounds official, and he’s the boss. A boss who’s taking an unauthorized vacation. Shit.
I grab the hips of little miss Cirque du Soleil and pull her from my face. “Your turn for a ride.” I wink. She grabs the back of the couch for balance, a giddy smile on her lips, and I turn to lay on the couch long ways.
Of course, blondie’s still screeching like a banshee while expertly maintaining her gyrations, but I’m about to rectify that. “Come here, sweet girl. I’m gonna make you come with my mouth.” I tug the blonde’s hips forward until she’s hovering over my face, and then bring her to my lips. I moan into her pussy when my cock’s squeezed by the tight wetness of her friend. Yes, that’s it.
