by Linn, A. J.
Lily’s family and friends have now all arrived from Florida and the U.K. I join Lily and Christopher in the lobby to greet them all, finally putting faces to the names of those that I’ve been hearing stories about all of these years. One in particular standing out in this crowd is Rebekah, her sister. I recognized her right away from the many pictures that Lily has shared with me, and let me tell you, she is even more attractive in person. Stunning, actually. Tall and beautiful like Lily. Long raven black hair, hypnotic emerald green eyes and a figure that demands attention. Shame she lives in Florida, or I would definitely be asking her out.
After settling into their rooms and freshening up, everyone gathers back downstairs in the restaurant for a welcome luncheon. A wide assortment of imported cheeses, meats, crudités and fine wines adorn the three buffet tables. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, so I slip away and go downstairs to see how things are coming along at The Underground. The hotel is starting to have that presence of true wedding madness, and everyone seems more than ready to party. Every single room is booked this weekend, and all of the guests are family and friends of Lily and Christopher.
Adam, the manager of The Underground, is overseeing preparations at the club for tonight’s bachelorette party. The girls have provided some very interesting favors and decorations, most of which are penis-related in one way or another. Jared, my bartender, and Patrice, my personal assistant, are in charge of decorating and when I popped in to check on things I was unfortunately greeted by the ridiculous over-abundance of penis balloons in assorted sizes and colors dangling from the ceiling. The tables were littered with penis straws and hats, napkins in phallic shapes, and glow-in-the-dark penis necklaces.
Whoever tries to tell you that men are more sexually-driven than women is extremely delusional. Women clearly have it all over us men, and they are in my opinion the filthier, and naughtier thank god, species. They are just—usually?—more discrete about it. Not that I’m complaining. I do like that about them. This…is just odd.
I got out of there unnoticed, thankfully. I make my way back upstairs to the kitchen to check in with my assistant chef on the preparations for tonight’s rehearsal dinner. I make another quick appearance at the luncheon, taking Lily aside to remind her that dinner is at seven and that everything is underway at The Underground as far as the bachelorette party-of-sin is concerned. She shoots me a confused look, and I assure her that all is just as she requested and not to worry. I excuse myself and head upstairs to my penthouse apartment for a shower before the night gets underway.
Pleased that everyone is enjoying themselves, but with this crowd, I have a feeling that tonight is going to be unforgettable.
Chapter Eight
~The Wedding, part two~
The rehearsal dinner was a huge success. The food was delicious. Speeches were made. Drinks were flowing in copious amounts. The limousine arrived at nine to take all of the men away for Christopher’s bachelor party, and the ladies have all made their way downstairs to The Underground for Lily’s bachelorette party.
Jared is treating the ladies with a new signature drink that he conjured up just for Lily. He calls it “Libagione peccaminoso” which translates to Sinful Libations and contains absinthe. With this concoction in the hands of this group of ladies, it should prove to make for an interesting evening. Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder? No, that’s absence. Absinthe make the panties drop…so I have heard anyway. I have no idea nor would I know from experience. Oh, fuck it. I plead the fifth.
But I digress.
The evening is well underway. The music is blaring. A mix of R&B, hip hop, and club music fills The Underground. The ladies seem to be enjoying it, and they want to dance. Man, do they want to dance. Jared and I are, for the most part, keeping our distance, remaining at the bar to observe. “No Men Allowed” was the theme for the night, but we are the exceptions. And the male strippers, of course. They have just made their way into the club, and surprise, they are in police uniforms. What’s with that anyway? Do woman really have a thing for cops? I just don’t get that. Jared and I have a good laugh as the ladies begin to scream…extremely loud. They pull chairs out to the dance floor and form a circle as if they read in some “Guide to a Bachelorette Party” handbook that this is the protocol when the strippers show up. We are finding the whole thing fucking hilarious to say the least
One of the strippers—who we are now referring to as Thor due to his massive muscles by steroid—has hoisted Lily up in a barbaric fashion, and now has her legs wrapped around his waist. He is now bouncing and humping her around inside the circle of shame that the ladies have formed. More screaming.
It seems like only a brief moment had passed when Jared and I look away to take a shot. When we turn our attention back to the debauchery, the strippers have all of the ladies lined up in the middle of the dance floor, bent over and they are trading off grinding into each one, one at a time, and sealing it with a bite on the ass. A lot more screaming. A lot. The ladies are all clapping, jumping around, and begging for more. As I said, fucking hilarious.
Before I can continue on with this play-by-play, I am in desperate need of another Libagione peccaminoso, or two. Probably three. As Jared mixes up an entire pitcher for me I observe stripper number two and three joining in, choosing two of the other ladies who are waving bills in the air to attract their attention, begging for a ride on the muscle express as well.
An hour has finally passed which, to be honest, seemed like days. I have never laughed so hard in my life. I have never seen a group of women scream, howl, and fan themselves as much as I have witnessed tonight. I have never seen, nor have I wanted to, so much grinding from men built like trees in my life. T.G.I.O. Yes, thank god it’s over.
That part of the evening may well be over. But Jared and I are the only men in the room again, and the ladies have begun to stare us down as if we were the last two bowls of chocolate ice cream left on the entire planet. The men are supposed to join them here shortly after their night of debauchery, but that won’t be for another thirty minutes or so. We will just have to make do. This is a problem that any man would invite. Twenty-plus horny ladies draping themselves all over them? Not a bad problem to have.
Midnight is upon us. The men have finally arrived and the girls have flocked to their husbands and boyfriends like mice to cheese. The singles all seem to be finding their way to one another. All but one.
Lily’s sister, the lovely Rebekah, has stayed back and we have engaged in quite an interesting, alcohol-fueled conversation. She is not only stunning; she is intelligent and kind. After a few drinks, the conversation became more playful. I was intrigued by this woman, possibly a bit mesmerized as well. While she was telling me about a trip that she had taken with her family to South Africa as a child, I just stared at her mouth. I don’t think that I heard one word she was saying. Her lips are so full and just beg to be kissed. Her long dark hair sets off her emerald green eyes causing them to pop and lure you right in. And I do have to admit that I am happy to be lured by this girl.
“Enough talking, Donovan. I feel like dancing.” And with that she takes my hand and leads me onto the now-crowded dance floor. I don’t even have time to object. I don’t even know if I would. I have never been much of a dancer but I do alright. No white man’s over-bite here, I assure you. I take charge and pull her close, doing a bit of grinding of my own. Not quite like Thor did earlier, but I manage. By the look on her face, she agrees. We become lost in the music, lost in each other’s eyes.
“I’m a bit drunk I think, Rebekah.” I clumsily stepped on her foot, so I might as well blame my misstep on that. Right. Blame it on the alcohol…smooth move, buddy. “I think that I need to lie down.” The room begins to spin. Absinthe really does make things drop, and it appears to be me that is doing the dropping right now.
“Let’s go sit down then. Come on.” She takes my hand, leading me back to the bar where I notice Lily and Christopher are both watching us closely. To
o closely, in fact.
“Are you two enjoying your night?” I ask as I plop my drunk self onto an open stool next to Rebekah.
“Not as much as the two of you, Donovan…obviously.” Lily says, almost scolding as she gives Rebekah a look of disapproval. Christopher and I remain silent giving each other that “Oh shit, here we go” look.
“Don’t look at me like that, girl,” Rebekah fires back quickly. “We’re just having fun.”
“Uh huh…” Lily rolls her eyes. “Just use a condom you two.” Smirking, she grabs Christopher and drags him back to the dance floor. Awkward. Rebekah and I just look at each other and grin, both of us used to Lily and her smart ass comments. I will deal with her later. For now, all of my attention is on this beautiful creature, Rebekah.
“Jared, can I get some water, please?” I look over to Rebekah and ask if she wants some. She nods her head yes and again I get lost in her eyes, forgetting the question for a minute. “Uh, Jared, make that two.”
And before the water hits the bar, my lips are pressed to hers. My hands find their way to her beautiful face. She responds favorably. Extremely favorably. Her arms are now wrapped tight around my waist, pulling me in close. This is one of those kisses that you never forget. And it reminds me of just how long it has been since experiencing one of this magnitude. Stop thinking, Donovan. Kiss the girl.
I break the kiss, pulling away. Looking directly into her eyes I say, “We are really going to be in trouble with Lily now.” We both laugh as we turn to check the dance floor for prying eyes. As expected, the prying eyes in question are on us. And Lily doesn’t look too happy.
“Don’t even worry about her. She’ll get over it.” She pulls me even closer. “Maybe just to be safe though, we could take this somewhere else?”
Somewhere else? Shit, dilemma. This is my employee’s sister after all. What to do? On one hand, I feel that I have an obligation to behave here, seeing that this is Lily’s sister. On the other hand… Fuck it. What am I saying?
“I agree. Do you want to go and tell her that we are going for a walk or something? Just so she doesn’t worry?”
“Good idea. I’ll be right back.” She heads for the dance floor, and I turn back towards the bar and drink down my water. Jared is now shaking his head, laughing at me.
“What? Not you too, Jared,” I bark, irritated.
“No man. I’m just bummed that you got to her first,” he says, still laughing. “She’s clearly into you… go for it.”
“Thank you for your permission…man. But it’s not like that. I like this girl.” I finish my water and set the glass on the bar as I get up from my stool. “Hold down the fort. We’re going for a walk.” I walk out to the dance floor to find Rebekah. Seeing that she is surrounded by all of the girls, all of them looking in my direction, I pull Lily aside for a word.
“Come outside with me…I need to talk to you.” She agrees and I lead her out the back door of the club.
“Donovan, I just want to say…” I stop her mid-sentence.
“No, let me talk first. First of all, you know me, so you know that I will treat your sister with respect. Second, we are adults and don’t need your approval. We are just getting to know each other, so please calm down about this.”
“I know. It’s just that I have always had a crush on you,” she blurts out with slurred speech. “And as much as I love Christopher, I just want to kiss you.” And before I know it, she is draped all over me, her lips crashing into mine. Oh shit. I pull away quickly before someone comes out to witness this moment, brought to you by Absinthe.
“Lily, stop. You’re just drunk.” I hold her at arms length. Rebekah comes out to find me, thankfully missing the drunken kiss but unsure of what she is seeing all the same.
“Is everything okay out here? Lily, are we cool?” she asks, her eyes searching ours for some sort of answer.
“Yes, big sister. I just love you guys so much.” She hugs her sister and stumbles back inside.
“Is she alright, Donovan? I should go check on her.” She turns toward the door, taking hold of the handle.
“No, she will be fine. She’s just drunk. Let’s go for that walk.” I take her hand in mine and lead her around the side of the hotel in the direction of the beach.
The night sky is clear and the weather is perfectly cool for this time of year. Say what you will about Southern California, but you just can’t beat the weather here. I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else in the entire world.
As we reach the end of the pathway where it meets the sand, Rebekah gushes as she stops us for a moment to admire the scenery. “You know, this is my first time ever seeing the ocean. And you get to wake up to this everyday?” She closes her eyes as she takes in a deep breath of crisp ocean air, staring off into the horizon. “I’m so jealous.”
“It is pretty incredible, isn’t it?” I reply with a grin as we begin to walk again down to the shoreline, thankful that the tide is low tonight. “How is it that you’ve never made it to the ocean? Not even Florida or Mexico for spring break?”
“Nope. I wasn’t the party girl in school. I was more of the geeky book-worm.” She looks down at the ground, laughing. I like that she knows how to laugh at herself. That is an extremely sexy quality for a woman to have, as far as I’m concerned.
“No, that isn’t you, Rebekah. I have never in my life seen a geek that looked like you.” And with a slight tug of her hand, I pull her in front of me, our eyes now on each other’s. “You are very beautiful. Do you know that?” I move a strand of hair away from her face as I lean in for a kiss. My hands slide down her sides and wrap tight around her waist, pulling her close as the kiss deepens. But unfortunately the alcohol catches up with me and my head begins to spin. Now Absinthe has also become a cock-blocker.
I pull away, looking into her eyes apologetically. “I am a little drunk,” I say, trying to laugh it off. “Why don’t we go change into our swimsuits and go for a dip?”
“Who needs swimsuits, Donovan?” She flashes me a sly smile as she begins to undress. Who am I to complain? My clothes hit the sand in a matter of seconds.
“Well, alright,” I chuckle. But my laughter only lasts a second. There is no laughing when you have a beautiful naked girl standing in front of you. But I am a gentleman, so I do my best not to stare. Good luck with that, Donovan. “Shall we?” I let her run just a few steps ahead, and I don’t think that I need to explain why.
We crash through a small wave before swimming out a ways. The look on her face is priceless as she splashes and plays in the water, enjoying all that the ocean has to offer.
“Oh my god, I love this!” She laughs as she playfully splashes me. I barely even know this girl, but I get the feeling that she doesn’t let loose like this often.
“It’s on now, Rebekah.” Laughing, I wipe the water from my eyes with my fingers then swim over to her, playfully dunking her head under the calm cool water before swimming back to shore.
She pops up to the surface, wipes her eyes and laughs as she shouts, “Sure, run away chicken.” She disappears under the water and follows me to shore.
Both of us now lying in the sand near the shoreline, laughing and trying to catch our breath. I roll over onto my side and stroke her cheek with my thumb. “I am not running away…that I can promise you.”
We stare into one another’s eyes for a moment, neither of us laughing anymore. I lean in, pressing my lips gently to hers, my head finally free of any dizzy feeling that I had before. My lips are ready to continue the kiss that was interrupted earlier.
She shifts her naked body toward mine and is now pressed hard against me. The kiss takes a passionate turn, and we are now kissing like hungry teenagers experiencing their first make-out session. I am suddenly extremely aware of my erection that has now decided to join the party. Are we about to have sex? I really don’t see her as being an easy sort of girl. Seeing that I myself am no longer the hit-it-and-quit-it man that I was before, I have a decision to m
ake here.
I have definitely had enough one-night stands to last a lifetime. So do I take this further or stop it right here and now? Clearly mini-me has no objections, but the “new” me needs to be clear about what is about to happen. Fuck, I am not about to propose marriage here. It’s sex. Donovan, shut the fuck up and kiss the girl.
I gently roll her back into the sand, my knee pushing her legs apart as I hungrily position myself on top of her. Just as I begin to trail soft kisses down her neck, we hear a voice from the distance. Startled, we break from our kiss and look in the direction of the intruding voice.
“Alright you two, get your clothes back on and call it a night.” Suddenly we are greeted by a flashlight attached to the arm of a local cop. And not one from the bachelorette party. “Mr. Hart. Uh…sorry, but you need to take it inside,” he says apologetically, turning away as we scramble for our clothes.
“No problem, Jerry. We just got a little carried away.” I smirk as I pull my pants up, glancing over at Rebekah. “It won’t happen again, I assure you.” All parties involved embarrassed and now silent. Cock-blocker. Cop-blocker? Either way it seems that I will never get laid again for as long as I live. Fuck.
Off we go, running back into the hotel, laughing all the way.
I escort Rebekah up to her fifth-floor suite. No doubt Lily will be wondering where she is soon enough anyway. As she digs her keycard from her purse, thanking me for the event-filled evening, I cup her chin giving her an uneventful good night kiss. No way am I about to wake the dragon again. I am keeping this kiss PG.
“Until tomorrow, sweet Rebekah.” And down the corridor I go to the private elevator that will take me to my empty penthouse.
For yet another cold shower.
Chapter Nine
