by Sadie Grubor
I fucking love my piercing.
Rolling to my side, I pull her into my chest.
"You're an arrogant asshole," she teases, tracing her fingers over my triumphant smile.
"Baby, by now, you gotta know how much your pussy needs me."
Opening my mouth, I lightly nip at her fingers.
"Mmhmm," she hums, snuggling into my bare chest.
The heat of her skin saturates the coldest, blackest parts inside of me. I need her warmth, her light, like a person needs air to breathe.
"So, we never did get to where you're planning these parties," I say against her temple.
"I'm going to have the wedding shower at your…at Nic and Gwen's." She still pauses before referring to Nic as my father, not knowing which of my moods is in play.
The sessions with Dr. J have actually brought me into a better place. Not that I'm going to tell the smug bastard, but the facts remain the same. He's given me a better way to cope with my past and deal with my present.
Nicholas can still trigger the darkness, causing me to spiral into those depths. I know the rationale for the entire situation, but there's still a deep feeling of anger toward him. Sometimes I can't help but imagine how things would've been had he not given up so quickly and looked for my mother. Or the happy little family he got while the gates of hell drew closer and closer to my doorstep, the devil himself taking away the one person who loved me. He sure as fuck didn't love me enough to look for me.
"Chris…" Mia's soft voice soothes my inner demon.
Opening my eyes, which I hadn’t realized I'd closed, I find her chocolate ones staring back at me, framed in worry lines.
"It's okay, baby," I whisper, hugging her closer.
"You disappeared on me." It's not a question. Mia's well versed in my spiraling moments. "When's your next—?"
"Next week," I snap, a bit too harsh. "Sorry," I say, quickly apologizing.
Her right arm slips under my mine, easing around me, and she squeezes.
"I get it," she says. "There is a lot you still need to work through and current situations make it more difficult."
The present situation being Gwen. Her last chemotherapy session happens next Thursday. A full two weeks before we depart for Cayo Espanto, our island wedding.
"I'll give him a call," I say, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"Thank you," she whispers, placing her lips over my heart.
Closing my eyes, I settle into her body and drift to sleep.
Mia
The four of us stand in one bathroom, using the large mirror over the sink to apply the final touches. Laney swipes glittery shadow on her eyes. Kat uses the hotel washcloth to scrub lipstick from her teeth. I'm brushing on the final coat of mascara when my sister's reflection draws my attention.
Serena adjusts her boobs once, sighs, and sticks her hand into her shirt to make further adjustments. When she looks up into the mirror again, she catches me watching.
"I don't know what to do with them anymore," she whines.
"You've always been big chested," I remind her.
"Yeah, but they grew an entire size larger this pregnancy." She looks down and pokes her left boob. "They went back to normal after Ryan was born, but with Zoey…" she trails off, sighing.
"You're still breastfeeding. I'm sure it has something to do with that," Laney offers.
"I don't think they're ever going back to normal," Serena groans, grabbing each boob with one of her hands. "My own hands can't contain them anymore, let alone any of my bras."
"Buy larger bras?" Kat offers.
"I know one person who's happy," I tease, sticking the mascara wand back into the tube.
"Oh, indeed," Serena agrees. "My husband calls them his baby making bonus."
Lane, Kat, and I burst into a fit of laughter. Even Serena cracks a smile.
"That sounds like something he'd say," Kat snorts.
"Enough laughing at my endowments and Neanderthal husband," Serena says in a mother-like tone, dropping her hands away from her chest. "Let's get this party started!" She throws one arm in the air, her fingers giving a devil's horn.
Filing out of the Vegas hotel suite bathroom and bedroom, we find Liza sitting on one of the chairs in the shared space. She stands, tossing her phone on top of an overnight bag on the table in front of her.
"You should've told us you were here," I tell her, walking up and pulling her into a hug.
Liza is new to our girl crew, and we don't keep her around just because she's with Jackson. She is super sweet, knows her music—the past, present, and upcoming—holds her own with Jackson (not easy to do), and can dance in a way I wish I could move. Even with my years of dance lessons, my body doesn’t roll like hers. Not to mention the way she's built. Where I'm thin and lanky, Liza is all curves. Not exaggerated curves, though. Her breasts aren't as big as Serena's, but they're nice, and her tiny waist was made to wear a corset. Then, there's her ass. Good lawd, the girl has a perfect heart shape ass. This is why I sing for Hush and she at Lux. She's got the body for it.
It took her a few awkward girls' nights to get comfortable around us, especially Laney. But one outing, including her fucking hilarious cousin, Sid, and all uncomfortable tension disappeared.
Releasing Liza from my hug, I step back.
"I just got here." She shrugs. "There was a small obstacle getting out of the hotel room."
"Jackson is anything but small," Kat teases, plopping on the couch.
Liza laughs. "Sorry, I had a very tall obstacle."
"I thought Chris was bad with Mia," Serena says with a sigh, shaking her head, "but Jack might be worse." She sits down next to Kat.
"His dick spends more time in her than his own pants," Kat adds with a nod.
"Agreed," Serena responds, nodding back.
"This coming from super boobies," Laney taunts, slipping onto the arm of the couch. "Didn't we just talk about your husband's obsession with your mammary glands?"
Kat's hand flies out, landing on Serena's right breast.
"But they are so nice," she says, squeezing.
"If I leak through this bra, my foot is going up your ass," Serena threatens.
Kat pulls her hand away quickly.
"As kinky as a foot in my ass could be, I'm not into milky palms." Kat wrinkles her nose, adding, "I don't know why you chose to get pregnant. It's so gross."
Liza's laugh gets our attention.
"Sorry, you sound like Sid," she explains.
"Where is your fuck-awesome cousin?" Kat asks. "I love that bitch."
"She was going to come, but had something to take care of last minute," Liza informs.
"Is that something Xavier Stone?" Laney asks, waggling her brow.
"No," Liza answers with a grin. "Sid has a business she runs out of Pennsylvania. She's got some packaging issues or something. Once she started in with the logistics terminology, I sort of shut down."
"She's totally a Madame, isn't she?" Kat sits forward, waiting for a reply.
"No," Liza giggles. "Though, you're warm." She points to Kat.
"Oooh, let me try," Laney says, rubbing her hands together. "She's one of those people who lure pedophiles on the internet?" she guesses.
"No," Liza snorts. "I could see her doing that, but then she'd end up in jail for beating the shit out of them."
"She makes sex tapes?" Serena tosses out.
I start to grin, but stop when I see Liza freeze up. A look of sadness darkens her face before she shakes her head.
"You okay?" I ask, taking a step toward her.
"Yeah," she nods. "I'm all right."
Glancing at the girls, they wear the same look of concern.
"Why don't we get out of here before Chris comes crashing in and kidnaps Mia?" Serena asks, pushing up from the couch.
Kat and Laney follow suit.
"Is this expected?" Liza inquires, grabbing her phone off her bag and slipping it into the back pocket of her tight, black pants.
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sp; "We have a poll," Kat says. "I've got a hundred dollars on Chris showing up before midnight and crashing our party."
"And," Laney adds from behind me, "I say it will be after midnight."
"After seeing Liza's ass in these pants," I start, giving her a good once over, "I've got two hundred that says Jackson shows up first."
"What?" Liza half gasps, half laughs.
"I'll take that," Kat blurts. "Chris is the king of the pussy whipped."
"I'm in with Kat," Liza says, surprising me.
I raise my brow at her.
"Jack already got some before I left." She shrugs. "He's good for a few hours, at least."
"She has a point," Laney states.
"Fuck, I didn't think of that," I groan.
We step out of the apartment and onto the elevator. In the mirrored walls, I take in the image we create. Liza's black, skinny pants have a wet-look finish and she's paired them with some kick ass white leopard print pumps. Kat wears black micro shorts and knee-high leather boots. Laney is all glamor tonight with her silver sequin miniskirt and black strappy heels. Serena, like me, has on skinny jeans, but where she’s wearing zebra print ballet flats, I have on my red, glitter Converse.
We each have on a custom tank top Laney had made, all wearing a different color. Black for Serena, neon pink for Laney, red for Kat, and bright blue for Liza. Their shirts say, She's Tying the Knot, Buy Us a Shot in glitter, while mine is white and says I'm Getting Married, Bitches across my chest.
"Everyone ready for a night of debauchery?" Kat asks.
The elevator arrives at the main floor and the doors slide open.
"Hell yes," we say in unison, stepping into the lobby.
Kara, my wedding planner, hears us enter the large marble area. She and her assistant, Leeann, stand by the concierge desk, waiting.
"Ladies, I—”
"Did she just call me a lady?" Kat snorts.
"She doesn't know you very well," Laney states, patting her on the arm.
Kara clears her throat. I think the dress shop face-licking incident has made her uneasy around us.
"I switched from the limo to a party bus for tonight," Kara says, motioning toward the doors.
"Are you saying we belong on a short bus?" Serena asks, teasing.
"Of course we do," I say with a laugh and turn to Kara. "Thanks, K."
The bus is loaded with full bottles of liquor and Kat is quick to serve it up.
First stop is a restaurant, where Kara secured a private room for us. This is super smart on her part, given the food fight Kat and Laney start. It takes Serena to calm them down.
Next is the Voodoo Rooftop Nightclub. The music is loud and the drinks are flowing. We're set up in our own little corner with Bill, the bodyguard, keeping watch. He's the size of two Elliott's and Kat's been trying to distract him with her ass and tits for the last hour.
"Kat, stop trying to distract our protector," Serena shouts over the music.
Huffing, Kat pulls herself away from the stoic beast man.
"He doesn't even blink," she complains, sliding into a chair next to me. "He must've trained with those guards in England or something. Liza, get over there and seduce him."
Liza chokes on her purple drink.
"Why am I the seducer?"
"Because I've seen you in action," Kat tells her. "Go bump and grind. See if you get anything."
"Maybe he's not into girls," Laney adds, looking the back of Bill over.
"Hmm…" Kat considers, and she grins.
Twisting toward Bill, she yells, "I'm totally down with a guy being in the picture. And if you aren't into girls at all, can I just watch?"
"Kat," Laney yells, turning wide eyes on her.
"What?" she asks, giving a shrug.
"Bill is doing an excellent job," I shout over everyone, so he can hear me, "regardless of his sexual orientation."
Turning my eyes on Kat, I finish with, "Now, respect the Taser and leave him alone."
"Fine," Kat sighs, slouching in her seat.
A waitress slides by Bill with a full tray of fresh drinks.
Serena sits up, clapping her hands together.
"I want the blue drink this time," she calls out, grabbing it off the tray and shoving it in my face. "It has a glow stick in it."
"Mia?"
I turn my head toward Kara's voice.
"Just let me know when to call the bus."
"What time is it?" I look at my watch-less wrist.
"It's almost eleven," she responds.
"We've been here for three hours already?" I ask, my eyes bugging out.
She nods. "I already radioed down to Leeann about the bus. She's on standby whenever you are ready."
"We need to go to a strip club," Laney shouts.
"Yes," Kat agrees emphatically.
"Can we go to the Crazy Horse?" Serena asks over her drink.
"That's girl dancers," Laney states.
"Even fucking better," Kat exclaims.
"No one wants to see wang swinging around in their face, Lane," Liza says, wrinkling her nose.
"True dat," Serena agrees.
"Girls are prettier to look at. Don't you think?" I ask Kara.
Her face goes blank and her mouth pops open.
"You need a drink," I decide, grabbing a glass full of an orange-red liquid.
"No, I really need to—”
"Drink up, buttercup." I hold the glass out with a large smile.
"Drink, drink, drink, drink," Kat and Laney chant.
"Oh, that one's good. I had it last time," Serena says, endorsing the beverage.
Kara tentatively reaches out, takes the drink, and sips.
"It's splendid," she says with a smile.
"Drink it," I say.
"Come on, K, show us how it's done," Kat urges.
With a deep breath, Kara tosses back the drink, earning cheers and clapping from us.
Twenty minutes later, my wedding planner is shaking her ass with us on the dance floor like a pro.
"Holy shit," Kat gasps loudly.
"What?" I ask, following her line of vision.
Liza moves in next to us.
Security Bill stands in the same spot, his eyes narrowed in on Kara's ass.
"Guess he likes girls," Liza adds with a laugh.
"Stand back and let me work," Laney squeals, pushing between us and up to Kara.
In true Laney fashion, she positions Kara so Bill has the best view in the house. She also encourages a hot guy to dance up on K, earning a furrowed brow from Bill.
The night just got more interesting.
Midnight arrives as Leeann herds us, including a tipsy Kara, onto the party bus.
"I win!" Kat yells, jumping up, causing the bus to sway.
"What—?"
"Figures," Serena says, cutting my question off. She narrows her eyes on each member of The Forgotten.
"No, sir, it's after midnight!" Laney holds her phone in Kat's face.
She slaps it away, sending it skittering across the black rubber floor.
"It's like three minutes after and they had to be on the bus before that," Kat argues.
"But he didn't get to Mia until after midnight, so I win bitch face," Laney chirps.
"What time did you get here?" Kat turns to Chris.
A little drunk, a little horny, and a lot tired of being stuck at the back of the group, I climb onto the bus seat. Hands pressed to the roof, I walk along the cushions until I reach Chris.
"Hey, baby," he croons. "You miss me?"
"You're such an arrogant," I slur, climbing over his lap and straddling him, "asshole."
His mouth opens, but I press my lips to his, silencing whatever he was going to say.
The sounds of Kat and Laney still arguing over their bet fades away.
Chris' hands come to my ass, pulling me against him. His cock stiffens beneath his jeans and I press myself down harder. My ‘a little horny’ skyrockets to desperation.
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ing my lips from his, I kiss over his chin and down his neck.
Chapter Three
Christopher
"You all are going to need to get off this fucking bus in about three seconds," I order, ready to bury myself in my angel.
"Fuck you," Elliott retorts. "I'm not going anywhere. In fact, you two need to get out of the way."
Mia's tongue against my skin makes it too difficult to focus on whom Elliott is bitching at, but a squeal from Laney and a curse from Kat give them away.
"My goddess," Elliott croons.
Serena giggles, followed by a shout.
Opening my eyes, I see her over his shoulder, his hand squeezing her ass.
"Come to me, snake charmer," Jack says, his long ass arm outstretched.
Without hesitating, Liza walks right up to him and plants her ass in his lap.
"What, no kiss?" Jack asks, playfully.
"You crashed Mia's bachelorette outing. Why do you deserve a kiss?" She leans against his chest, her elbow pressing into his shoulder.
"Because he would've been here over an hour ago if it weren't for me stopping him," the fucking traitor tells her.
"Elliott, if your hand goes any further in her pants, I'm going to kick you," Kat warns.
"Shut up, cock block," he retorts. "My goddess needs me, don't you?"
"No one wants to see that, and do I have to remind you she will sober up eventually?" Kat cautions.
"Damn it," he growls.
Mia laughs against my neck, rolling off my chest. I hate both of them for distracting her from her tongue’s exploration. Her snuggling into my side is the only thing saving their asses.
"She's sooo right," Mia adds. "If she finds out you finger fucked her on a bus full of people, she'll kill you."
My cock throbs when “finger fucked” comes out of her mouth.
"Let's head back to the hotel," I shout to the driver.
"No," Laney objects. "We're going to the strip club."
"No, you aren't," I correct.
"Yes, we are," Kat growls, narrowing her eyes on me.
"Yeah," Serena shouts, pushing away from Elliott. "To the Crazy Horse!"
Kara's assistant speaks to the driver and we pull away from the nightclub.
What should have taken less than ten minutes turns into almost thirty with the traffic clogging the strip. When we finally pull up to the Crazy Horse, everyone stands, waiting for the bus door to open. Everyone, except me.
