One Up: Up Series Book 4

by Robin Leaf

  “You sure didn’t feel like you needed to know it before you got me off on your couch.” She crossed her arms.

  “Which you begged for. In fact, I seem to remember you also begging me to fuck you on that same couch, and when I turned you down, you begged to give me a hand job.”

  Nate entered the room. “What the fuck is going –”

  But he didn’t slow me down. “Now you’re begging Dugger. So, tell me, KaeKae, do you always have to beg men to have sex with you?”

  “You fucking asshole!”

  Dugger caught her around the waist as she leaped in my direction, and from the look on her face, she was going for blood. Nate stood in front of me as Dugger carried her out, literally kicking and screaming. I wasn’t sure if Nate’s job was to hold me back or if he was protecting me from Kaelyn. It might have been funny under different circumstances.

  Dugger turned at the door, and addressed Nate. “Can you go to the groom’s room and get the ring for me, Nate.”

  Nate nodded, not taking his eyes off me.

  Once they were gone, I pushed Nate off and paced back and forth, running my hands through my hair.

  “Brody, you need to get it together, Man.”

  “Fuck!” I pulled at the ends of my hair. “I have to fucking walk down the aisle with her.”

  He stood with his hands on his hips watching me try to calm down. “No, you don’t. I’m gonna stay with you until you chill, then I’ll take care of it.”

  Twenty Three

  Kaelyn

  Dugger carried me through the hallways until we were far enough away that he felt he could safely put me down. He stood to his full height and glared down at me.

  “What the fuck was that, Kaelyn?” Dugger whisper yelled.

  “You heard what he said.” I didn’t whisper.

  “Yeah, I did.” He relaxed his stance and rubbed his chin. “Shit, kiddo, put yourself in his shoes… not two weeks ago he walked in on his girlfriend with his best friend, and the other night, I watched his reaction when we overheard the bathroom sex. He’s not over that shit. So, he reacted badly today. It’s a normal human thing to do.” He threw his hands out to the side. “Give him a fucking break.”

  “No breaks for a guy who treated me like he just did,” I pouted, aware that I sounded like a sulky teen.

  “Jesus, Kaelyn, I’m sure it looked way worse than it actually was, which was bad enough.” He pointed behind him. “You were sitting in a chair pulling down my fucking pants telling me you were going to make me feel better. What’s he supposed to think?”

  I threw up my hands. “Not that I’m giving you a blowjob in a church with the door open.”

  “Because he’s just supposed to know you were helping me with my… little problem?”

  I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrow. “They knew why you weren’t there this morning, right?”

  He looked sheepishly away. “I told them I ate bad tacos.”

  “Holy shit, Dugger. You lied?”

  “Don’t judge me.” I just stared him down. “Damn, Kae. Can you imagine the shit I’d get for telling them that not only did I get waxed, but that I had an allergic reaction from it that was so bad, I had to go to the hospital?”

  The hilarity of the entire situation finally settled in, and I cackled, quite unladylike.

  “This…” I snorted and wheezed, “…this is…” taking a rough breath, trying to get myself under control, “…all Peaches’ fault.”

  I breathed in some saliva and began cough-laughing, which pissed Dugger off even more. He waved his hands at me and stomped away.

  “Wait…” I tried to say, but I couldn’t form words. I could only form tears.

  Once I could breathe normally, I made my way to the bridal room using the secret knock Etta made me learn to be granted access.

  “Oh my God, what happened?” Etta gushed, pulling me into the room.

  I saw Emily and melted. She wore a simple chiffon dress with wide lace straps, a ruched sweetheart bust line, and a soft A-line skirt that draped to the floor from under her bust. She was absolutely stunning and so perfect for my brother.

  “You look so beautiful, Em.”

  She blushed. “Thanks, but are you okay?” she asked, grabbing my hand and leading me to the mirror.

  “Shit. Do I look that bad?”

  Vanessa stood from the table she was perched on and waddled over to look.

  “Y’all are crazy. She looks fine.”

  Eh. I didn’t look too terrible. I just had a smudge of liner underneath one eye, but my waterproof makeup held otherwise.

  “I’ll kill Brody if he made you cry,” Emily seethed, carefully dabbing my eye with a tissue while Vanessa handed me my makeup bag. “He was only supposed to apologize.”

  “Yeah, he didn’t.” I leaned toward the mirror to reapply my eyeliner. “He saw me checking Dugger’s –”

  The knock at the door didn’t allow me to finish my sentence. Etta opened the door.

  “Girls, are you ready?” Shelley, the wedding planner, sing-songed, and we apparently were all going to ignore that she looked a little mussed. “Because it’s time.” She approached Emily to do a final once-over of her appearance and started some pre-wedding pat-down, smoothing, securing thing. “Oh, before I forget,” she said, unnecessarily fluffing Emily’s dress, “there’s a change to the lineup. Etta, you will now be walking with Brody.” She turned to me. “And you will be walking with Miles.”

  Now why could I be possibly be disappointed about that?

  Not sure why, but I was.

  ***

  “Wow, Kaelyn, you look more beautiful in person,” Miles shyly offered as we stood off to the side waiting for our cue to start. “I’m lucky that I get to escort you now.”

  I smiled at him, ignoring the stink eye his cousin gave me over Miles’ shoulder.

  “You’re too sweet, Bud.”

  He beamed, and the next words seemed to blurt out of his mouth. “I follow you on Snapchat.”

  “Really?”

  “Uh huh, and on Instagram.” He leaned in and whispered, “And don’t tell my mom, but I follow you on Twitter, too. She doesn’t know I have an account.”

  “You really shouldn’t hide that from your mom, but after the ceremony,” I looped my hand around his arm, “we’ll have to get together and I’ll follow you back.”

  This kid. He actually got all moony-eyed at me. It was freakin adorable.

  As he walked me down the aisle, he actually strutted, and quite proudly. I swear he would have parade waved if his mom wasn’t watching. He very sweetly grabbed my hand and bowed slightly before we parted ways.

  Holy hell, Miles Sullivan was just what my bruised ego needed.

  ***

  We made it through the ceremony and what felt like twenty-thousand pictures without bloodshed before breaking for the reception.

  Dugger whisked me out of the church quickly. Once we were safely out of eyesight of anyone, his hands went straight to his crotch, adjusting himself the ways guys do, only he didn’t seem to want to stop. We walked in silence to the car where Mom was waiting.

  I couldn’t stand the silence, so I asked, “I assume by the way you are digging down there that you weren’t able to apply the steroid cream before the ceremony?”

  His eyes shot to mine quickly before he looked forward and opened my door for me. “You need to talk to him, Kaelyn.”

  “Talk to whom?” Mom asked from the driver’s seat.

  “Brody,” he answered before I could protest, digging once again at his pants before getting in the car.

  “Oh, how’s your rash, Douglass?” Mom asked.

  “I was able to make it through the ceremony without much problem, but it’s really starting to bother me again. I wish I could take off these underwear, but, you know, rented suit? No way is that happening.”

  “Mom,” I stopped her response to Dugger. “Something went wrong with Peaches. I think we need to re-bless her or something.�
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  She glanced at me with her eyebrows raised. “Why would you think that?”

  “Well, gee, Mom, let’s see… I almost choked to death at lunch yesterday.”

  “Stop being so dramatic, Kaelyn, you didn’t almost die. It’s not the doll’s fault you can’t drink water properly.”

  “I totally could have died. And then I had to spend the entire night in the ER with Dugger.”

  Dugger leaned forward. “If she told me the aftercare oil contained chamomile, this could have been avoided.”

  I turned around to glare at him. “You didn’t ask. It’s something you ask if you’re allergic.”

  “I thought chamomile was only a type of tea. How was I supposed to know it’d be in that shit? I’d never been waxed before.” He turned to Mom. “The cream is helping, but it wears off quickly since I’m uncontrollably sweating.”

  “If you’re taking the oral steroid, it can make you sweat,” Mom explained.

  “And because I was trying to help him…” I trailed off.

  Mom looked at me quickly. “Help him what?”

  Dugger sat forward and turned toward Mom. “She was helping me apply my prescription cream so I didn’t get it on my suit when Brody walked in and accused her of giving me a blowjob in church. Nate and I had to physically separate the two of them.”

  Mom smirked. “Did you at least punch him?”

  “No,” I glowered. “This one caught me before I could rip his face off.”

  “You should have seen her, Jenna. She looked like an angry kitten with her claws out.” He turned toward me and clawed the air. “Mew.”

  “Fuck you, Dugger. I can be very intimidating.”

  He grinned. “I have no doubt, Sugar Bug. Balls of yarn everywhere are quaking in old ladies’ knitting bags.”

  ***

  The champagne, which I hated anyway, flowed freely. As others around me sipped the bubbly from their glasses, I sipped my water, sticking to my pledge to not drink in public.

  Dinner had been served. Toasts were made. Cake was cut. First dance just finished… now I patiently waited from the sidelines, watching Emily dance with her dad. Next up was my brother and mother’s dance.

  Keaton spun Mom off the dancefloor and grabbed my hand, twirling me into his arms.

  “I see those dance lessons Mom made you get when you were twelve are still paying off.”

  He leaned down to my ear. “I secretly took another couple of classes in the past few months.” He twirled me out and back in. “Cristiana said I was a natural.”

  I pushed back and looked him in the face. “Cristiana… Calvillo?”

  He nodded. “Vanessa and Riley are close to her parents.”

  “One of the hottest choreographers in the country just gave you a dance lesson?”

  He grinned and shrugged. “It helps to know people.”

  I smiled and laid my head on his shoulder, feeling a little of that wedding-induced nostalgia one gets when a sibling gets married. Memories of all our sibling-ly moments floated through my mind. When I was five, he carried me home after I fell off my bike at the park. Sometime in my childhood, we created “Sundae Sundays,” which lasted until he left home when I was thirteen. He taught me how to drive after Mom had an anxiety attack the first time I was behind the wheel in the middle school parking lot. He also flew to New Orleans to support me through picture-gate.

  “You’ve always been such a good big brother, and I love you, Stoney.”

  Fuck me and my Beaker voice.

  I threw myself in his arms and hugged him, just barely keeping from sobbing, and kissed his cheek.

  He chuckled and hugged me closer, and the song ended… too soon.

  He kissed my forehead. Clearing his throat, he whispered, “I love you tons, Bug, but now you’re supposed to dance with the other groomsmen, unless you want the wrath of Mrs. S.”

  I pulled back a little and nodded, wiping the tear that had formed from the corner of my eye.

  When I turned, Miles smiled at me. “May I have this dance?” he asked, sounding so grown up.

  This was just what I needed. A kid with a sweet crush to boost my mood.

  I smiled and curtsied. “Of course you may, kind sir,” I said in a ridiculously fake southern accent.

  My junior high dance flashed through my mind because Miles placed his hands awkwardly on my shoulders and looked around the room at everyone but me. I could have just gone with it, but I decided to take advantage of the opportunity.

  “Miles,” I said quietly. “One of my jobs as your new, kinda-almost sister is to teach you how to dance with a girl properly.” I moved his right hand into position on my back and grabbed his left. “It’s all in how you hold a girl. If you do it right, they will be swooning at your feet.”

  His face became pink. “Thanks. Maybe you should be the one teaching me about girls instead of Brody.”

  I felt my smile become wooden. “That’s probably a good idea.”

  That phrase “speak of the devil” became less of a saying and more of a reality at that moment.

  “Miles,” his deep, gentle voice layered over me, causing my traitor skin to buzz. “It’s your turn to dance with your sister.”

  “I already danced with Emily,” Miles shot back.

  “You haven’t danced with Etta, and you still have to dance with Vanessa. Be careful, though. Those babies will kick you.” Brody offered a tight smile and lowered his voice. “C’mon. Don’t make your mom freak out.”

  Miles huffed. “Fine.” He placed my hand in Brody’s, and electricity charged from my palm to my stomach.

  My eyes shot to Brody’s, and from what I could gather, he felt something similar. His expression? Hungry, and so different than the last time he looked at me. All my anger at him melted away leaving nothing but desire.

  He pulled me close, almost roughly, until we were less than an inch apart. We moved fluidly, unconsciously together, my eyes locked with his. My breathing sped, and I felt my nipples harden when they grazed his chest. I leaned closer in an attempt to lessen the torture, which is how I discovered my nips weren’t the only thing that was hard. I looked away from him when I felt the full length of his cock against my stomach, unable to handle the heat blazing between us. My clit throbbed, begging to feel him rub against it.

  His nose skimmed my neck, just barely grazing the skin, as he inhaled. “God,” he said dangerously close to my ear. “You smell so good, Cher.”

  My whimper was uncontrollable.

  “I’m having a hard time keeping my tongue from sliding up your neck to see if it tastes like I remember.” He groaned softly. “I fucking dream about that… how you taste. But if I let my tongue have its way, I won’t stop at your neck.”

  My knees went weak as my head swam, so he tightened his arm around my waist to hold me steady, which pressed his cock further into my stomach. I became wetter with each word he whispered.

  “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about you, Cher?” He brought our hands between our chests, and his thumb grazed my nipple just once causing me to quietly moan. “How many times I’ve made myself come to the memory of watching you come?”

  “Brody…” I pleaded.

  “I lost count.”

  His hand slid down my back to my hip.

  “Fuck, Kaelyn,” his head fell to my shoulder. “No panties… again?”

  Just before I could pull up my dress right here on this dancefloor in the middle of my brother’s reception, shove his hand between my legs to prove that I was, in fact, not wearing underwear, and ride his fingers into oblivion, I heard a throat clear.

  “Uh, guys? It’s time to switch,” Dugger quietly instructed.

  “Fuck,” Brody grunted and pushed away, looking between Dugger and me. His face transformed before my eyes from desire to one of pure loathing.

  “There,” he told Dugger disgustedly, “I got her all warmed up for you, Dougie.” He stepped away. “You two deserve each other.”

  We
ll, in the last ten minutes I’d run through the gamut of emotions… bittersweet from memories of my brother, fondness for Miles and his cute little crush, and pure, unadulterated lust from the dirty-talking Brody.

  But now? Now, my hatred came back with a vengeance.

  Brody was going down.

  I started to go after him, but Dugger pulled me to his chest and turned me in the opposite direction.

  “Whoa, Sugar Bug, not here.”

  Dugger was right. Ripping the head off the bride’s cousin during the wedding-party dance is most likely frowned upon in most cultures.

  So I tried. I forced a smile, which I’m sure looked absolutely fake. I tried the positive thoughts thing, but found myself only replaying the five minutes prior to when Dugger cut in, which did nothing to help my raging case of throbbing clit.

  Ugh, I was a hot mess.

  I looked around Dugger to find Brody, who was now dancing and smiling at his cousin. I wanted to rush over there and punch him in the junk, yet he seemed fine. I also wanted to throw him on the ground and dry hump him in front of this crowd of people.

  Question: can it be considered dry humping if my pussy is so wet, it’s coating my thighs?

  Seriously… How could he turn off so easily?

  Dugger’s face obstructed my line of vision. “Hey, don’t worry about him. Focus on dancing with me so you stop stepping on my –”

  There are three decisions I’ve made in my life that I really, truly regret.

  One, dating and/or trusting Kyle McGuinness. Even if what he said was true and he didn’t release that first nip-slip picture, he still was not a smart life choice.

  Two, thinking I would look cute with bangs when I was in college. I looked horrid for six months, the six months most of the pictures of me were taken, meaning that there are eternal reminders of my bad decision out there in the universe. Plus, it was a major pain waiting for them to grow out.

  And three… kissing Dugger on the dancefloor during Keaton’s wedding.