Moving my hands to find the next pair of them, I find them nowhere. Then the slightest touch of a fingertip sends lightning through me. I fight the urge to pull off the blindfold as her hands take hold of mine and my cock twitches.
Please let this be Cami and not someone else!
Holding back the real question I want to ask, I say, “Hmm, there is a bit of something here.”
Her thumbs rub the tops of my hands as mine rub her palms. My cock grows as I move my hands up her arms and find spiral curls, soft as silk. I twirl one of the curls with my finger and take in her scent.
“What do you have to say about this one, Cyprian?” Papa asks me. “Is she to your liking?”
“I believe she is,” I say and pull her into my arms, certain it’s Cami I’m holding. “Care to dance?”
I feel her nod her answer and sweep her away with me to dance. Holding her close, I spin around with her to the fast music and know it’s her as our bodies are very familiar with each other.
Her taught nipples press against my chest, sending my cock into a full-on erection and my need for her is a necessity. She moves her body to grind herself on my dick and her lips press the place just behind my ear.
“Perhaps we should find somewhere private to go and take care of your little problem,” she says.
I stop and let her go. That’s not Cami’s voice!
Just as I’m about to take off the blindfold, her hands grab mine. “Don’t,” I shout.
She pulls me back to her with a whisper, “Come on. It’s your last night as a free man.”
Her voice is much too high to be Cami’s, I’ve made a mistake. “It’s been a while since I was a free man. I’m sorry. I can’t do this. It’s not right.”
Pulling away from her, I find she won’t let my hand go. “Stay.”
Shaking my head, I say, “No. You would never understand. You’re an escort, I’m sure. You don’t know what it means to love and be loved. I know I never want to be with anyone other than the woman I will marry tomorrow. It’s nothing against you. I’m sure you’re very nice.”
“You felt something when we touched,” she says with such a high voice it seems unnatural. “Admit it.”
“Cami?” I ask as I jerk my hand out of hers and pull the blindfold off.
Her sweet smile is what I find and I growl as I take her hand again and pull her off the dancefloor as she says, “You don’t seem very surprised.”
Sitting on a chair at an empty table, I pull her to sit on my lap. She strokes my cheek as I look around and see my father yapping it up with her sister and her mother. “I see what you did there. Are you quite happy with yourself?”
She nods and kisses me. “You do love me.”
“I do,” I tell her then kiss her.
Our mouths mingle, letting our tongues do the talking. When we end the kiss, we’re both panting a bit. “Tomorrow, you and I will really become one. Are you ready for that, Cyprian?”
“More than you can imagine,” I say as I scout the room for the exit. “Are you ready to get out of here?”
“Cyprian, your father put a great deal of work into planning this. It would be rude to leave. And I’m here with you, so all is well. Come on, let’s dance and drink and eat and live it up. It’s our very last date, you know.” Climbing off my lap, she gets up and takes me back out onto the dancefloor full of people I don’t know as my father has managed to fill a room with strangers.
“Our very own party in Paris,” I say as we dance around the floor.
“And there’s more surprises for you. You see, some of these people are your family. Distant relatives I managed to find when I looked for people in France you and your father might be related to. You’ll be discovering a family while you’re here,” she tells me with a wink.
“You managed to hide all that?” I ask. “What else do you have up your sleeve, naughty wench?”
“A lot. So, get prepared, Cyprian. Your small world is about to open up.”
Is that really a good thing…?
Chapter 2
CAMILLA
He really loves me!
I never should’ve doubted that but sometimes a woman just has to know. Cyprian has had so many women in his life I was unsure if he really felt as strongly about me as he has claimed to.
He knew the moment he touched my hand it was me. I was worried, I have to admit. He lingered on my sister’s hands longer than I thought he would. It had me thinking my idea was going to backfire on me and put me in an awful mood.
Retiring from the busy and boisterous dancefloor, I lead Cyprian to meet his never before known, great aunt and great uncle. “Here’s your surprise family, Cyprian.”
As they all share hugs and exchange hello’s, I fall back a bit and gesture to his father to come and join his son in this happy moment. I scan the room to find Cyprian’s mother and catch her eye and wave her over too.
It’s such an odd way his parents are. In no way, a couple, yet they share something that makes them a part of one another. I hope to get them to see they mean more to each other than either of them realize.
“You’re aunt and uncle, Corbin. These are your father’s siblings who moved here after a few years in America,” I tell him as he approaches us.
He blinks a few times as he looks at them, talking with his son. “How’d you find them? I knew about them. They moved long before I was born. My father told me about them.”
“You can find everything on the internet,” I tell him as I give him a gentle nudge. “Go and introduce yourself to your family.”
With a nod, he moves in to talk to a family he’d heard of but never laid eyes on. I smile as I watch them all talking so easy and free. Like they’ve always known one another.
Coco comes up to me and whispers, “Who are these people?”
“These people are related to Corbin and Cyprian. I found them and invited them here tonight and to the wedding tomorrow. I’ve found some people you might like to get reacquainted with too. I’ll bring Cyprian to you all as soon as he gets through catching up with this part of his long-lost family.” I take her hand and pull her along with me. “I know your parents passed away a good while back.”
“I was sixteen when they died in a wreck. I lived with my grandparents for only a year before going to work in a strip club. They never knew what it was I was doing. I told them I was waitressing,” she tells me.
“I heard,” I tell her, earning a surprised expression from her.
“How?”
I merely point to a small table in the back. “They told me.”
“That cannot be my grandparents,” she says with a hushed voice. “I don’t even recognize them. It’s been forever. Quite frankly, I thought they were most likely dead.”
“Nope, alive and sitting right there, waiting to see you and meet their great-grandson for the first time ever,” I tell her as I pull her along with me to meet them.
“Wait!” she says as she stops and gives me a terrified look. “Did you tell them what I really am?”
With a nod, I say, “I told them the truth. You’re a very wealthy woman, who owns an exclusive club in Los Angeles. They were more than proud to hear you’d done so well with yourself.”
“You left out the fact it’s a strip club?” she asks as she holds her hand to her throat.
“I did. I saw no reason to get too deeply into what it is you do. You own an established club. You should be proud of yourself for that accomplishment.”
“It was given to me. I didn’t,” she says before I stop her.
“You were given it by the man you gave a child too. And you managed it and made it what it is. You did that. All by yourself. Now, go and talk with the people who helped bring you into the world, Coco. Or should I call you, Delia?”
A blush covers her cheeks. “They told you?”
“They did. And they’re waiting to see you, so go and get reacquainted.” I give her a push to get her going and watch her go to her family. One s
he left behind so long ago, it seems impossible.
With Cyprian and his parents on the right track, I go to see what my family thinks about all this. Joining my mother, father, sister, and brother at a table, I ask, “So, what do you think?”
“I think your fiancé almost picked me,” Catarina says with a laugh.
“I too was afraid that was about to happen,” I agree. “I was shaking in my boots.”
Taking a seat between my brother and sister, I find my brother ogling a lovely young lady. “Do you think she’d say yes if I asked her to dance?”
“I bet she would. But just so you know, I’m sure most of these women and maybe some of the men too, are paid escorts. So, don’t go thinking you’ve really hit it off with her. She’s paid to hit it off with you if you know what I mean.”
His brows raise and he smiles. “Cool!” Then he’s up and going toward the young woman.
“Mercy, I hope he doesn’t get himself into trouble,” my mother says as she watches her baby boy slip his arm around a prostitute’s waist, ushering her out to the dancefloor.
“At least he’s a proper age to handle such things,” I say as I look around and can’t distinguish between who is paid to be here and who is not.
Mixing with Cyprian’s family has mine in a place they seem to be a bit uncomfortable in. A place I had planned to keep them out of. But as time went on and I had it in my head to make us into a real family, it became apparent, mine would have to dabble a bit into their world, as they were expected to dabble in ours.
Marriage is a delicate dance where things on both sides have to be meshed into place to form the new family that will be the new couple’s. Cyprian and I are on the cusp of making a brand new family to add to both sides of ours.
Are we really going to be able to pull this off…?
Chapter 3
CYPRIAN
“An angel is what you are,” I tell Cami as I lie her down on the downy feathered mattress in our hotel room. “Finding some of my missing family on both sides. I never knew what it was like to know anyone more than my mother and father. It feels amazing. And I have you to thank for that.”
Pushing her dark red dress off her shoulders, I pull it all the way off and toss it over my shoulder. The red bra and panty set are all that’s between her and me as I’ve already ditched my clothing as soon as we walked through the door.
Her fingertip runs up my stomach. “So, you like knowing that you have more than a couple of people in the world?”
“I do.” I kiss her forehead. “And now, you and I will make more people.”
She giggles as I slip her bra off. Her arms go around my neck and she pulls me to her, taking my mouth with a hot, lust-filled kiss. “You had me worried for a moment when you held my sister’s hands.”
“They were similar in shape to yours, my only love,” I tell her then kiss her again. “But only your touch ignites a fire.”
She moans as I run my tongue around her nipple then suck it, gently. Her hands running through my hair, have me sucking harder. I run my hand over her other bare breast and feel my insides turning into molten lava.
Before I know it, the animal in me has been set free and I’m all over her. Ripping her panties off, I throw them toward where I thought I saw a trash can. I move my body down hers until I feel the heat from her, taunting me to see if I can manage to get her even hotter.
Pressing her bent knees to the bed, I spread her wide for me and stop a moment to appreciate the beauty she is. “Cyprian, you have my heart, you know.”
“And you have mine,” I say then lean over to taste her sweet spot. Her groan makes me growl and it sends her body into a small quiver.
“Yes,” she hisses as she tangles her hands into my hair. “Kiss me.”
Using my tongue, I run it up and down the recesses that beg for attention. She keeps trying to pull her legs up but I hold them down, keeping her wide open for me.
Her bud is swollen and ripening as I look at it. Her hips move up, lifting her body up to meet my lips. I give it a small kiss then watch her as she moves her hands out of my hair, to play with her tits.
Small kisses I pepper her with until she’s gyrating, needing more. Once my tongue moves over the now very swollen pearl, I lick it and find myself needing more than a mere taste of the fruit.
Sucking it into my mouth, I roll my tongue around it, kissing her intimately and deep. Her body is racked with pleasure as she growls, moans, groans, and screeches at times. I keep kissing her until her body arches and she cries out with a climax.
With her sweet juices released, I move my mouth to taste what she’s released for me and find myself frantically licking her to get every last drop. Once I feel her insides slowing the squeezing they were doing, I move up her body and deliver a kiss to her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. Her kiss is ravenous and her legs wrap around me as she lifts her body up to mine.
I force her back down and thrust myself into her hot, wet, depths of pure bliss. I moan as I fill her and feel her body close in around me. With a soft stroke, I make short pumps until I feel her quivering again and releasing more juices with another orgasm, giving me more lubrication to work with.
Her body is completely aroused as she begs for more. Her nails move up my back and sting my skin as they cut into it. Taking her hands, I hold them over her head and pull my mouth off hers to look into the deep blue pools of her eyes.
Hunger fills them as she arches up to meet my thrusts. Her lips curve into half a smile. “This will be the last time you take Camilla Petit, Cyprian.”
My heart fills with the knowledge that at this time tomorrow, she’ll be my wife. Mine!
“Then I better make it count, huh?” I watch her as I swirl a little and her eyes close with how good it feels.
“Cyprian, how wonderful it is to know you and I will be together forever.”
“Forever,” I echo as I grind into her until her body is shaking with another orgasm. “Open your eyes, Cami. Let me see you when your body releases for me.”
Stormy eyes open as she looks at me. I can feel her insides pulling at me and her eyes see into me. I feel as if she’s an extension of myself. My body spasms as she takes me with her.
Our eyes speak to each other. No words need to be said. It’s all in those eyes. The love, lust, need, all of it resides in our eyes. If we lost the ability to speak, we’d still know what it is we do for one another.
Lying on top of her, I lean a bit to one side to distribute my weight. Letting her hands go, I stroke her stomach as we catch our breaths. The sounds of two people trying to regain composure after giving all they had to the other, fill the hotel bedroom.
“We will be happy, won’t we?” she asks.
“I’ll make sure of it,” I tell her then kiss her warm cheek.
And I will too…
Chapter 4
CAMILLA
“Why are my legs shaking?” I ask my sister as I get up after having my hair and makeup done.
“You’re nervous,” she says like it’s so normal I should already know that.
“But I have nothing to be nervous about. I love him, he loves me. We want the same things. Why am I shaking?”
“Here,” she says as she hands me a small shot glass. “You need this.”
“I don’t want to be slurring my vows, Catarina,” I say as I try to hand it back to her.
“You won’t. Just take it down. It’ll calm you. And you also don’t want to stutter out your vows, either,” she says with a giggle.
She’s right, so I take the drink and feel the burn all the way down to my tummy. “Ow!”
“Burns, doesn’t it?” she asks as the ladies, helping me to dress, giggle.
Stepping into the middle of the puddle of gossamer, silk, and satin, I’m perfectly still as the two women pull it up and start the process of binding it up in the back.
The light blue is just a bit off from the traditional white wedding dress. My deep blue heels accent
it perfectly, but who really cares, as no one will most likely ever see them under the full length and very poufy dress.
Catarina picks up a necklace off the vanity and I ask, “That’s not something you wore to your wedding, is it? No offense, but that marriage was a bust. I don’t need anything jinxing my marriage to Cyprian.”
With a scowl on her face, she shakes her head. “No! Of course, not. This was our great-great-grandmother on our father’s side. I got it from his sister, Aunt Dahlia. She said you could keep it, to hand down to your oldest daughter.”
With the dress tied up in the back, securing me from having it fall away from my body during the ceremony, I turn, so Catarina can put the necklace on me. “So, this is my something old.” The other women are finished and silently leave the room.
“It is,” she says and lays the gold necklace, with a set of two hearts as the pendant, on my bare chest. It ends right before my gown begins and adds to the look, perfectly.
“I love it. And what a nice story I’ll have to tell my daughter someday about how it came to be hers.” I gaze in the mirror and think about how lucky I am.
With my hair pulled into an updo that would rival the goddesses of Rome, I find Catarina pushing me to sit in the chair again as she reaches into a bag she brought and pulls out a sparkling tiara. “Here’s your something new. Cyprian gave it to me to give to you. He wants his princess to wear her crown.”
Taking it from her, I look it over and wonder out loud, “Do you suppose these diamonds are real?”
She takes the box it came in, out of the bag and the name on the box, Tiffany & Co. tells me it’s very real. “I’d say so,” Catarina says then puts the box back and comes to place the tiara on my head.”
We both look at my reflection and she wraps her arms around me as I stroke her arm. “Thank you for being here for me.”
“You’d have a hell of a time keeping me out of your wedding, baby sister.” She pulls off her bracelet, a gold band with a grape vine etched into the metal. “And this is your something borrowed. You’re wearing your something blue, so our bases are all covered.”
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