Eli joined them as Grace and Kelly hugged her.
Kelly took Rachel’s hands. “Rachel, thank you for making my brother’s dreams come true.” She sniffled and started to cry. Eli laughed and hugged Kelly, lifting her off her feet. “You’re the best big brother in the whole world!” she mumbled from inside his big embrace.
“Thanks, sis.”
Grace looked at Rachel and said, “I’m so glad you gave him a chance, Rachel. Men of worth are so hard to find. You’ve married a good one.” She turned to Eli and poked him gently in the chest with her fingertip. “And you, you big galoot. Take good care of my dear friend.”
“I promise, beautiful,” Eli said and leaned down to hug her. “Thanks for being such a good friend to us.”
Eli hugged his dad and grandparents, and Rachel hugged her mom and dad, thanking them again. The wedding guests lined up and tossed birdseed over them as they ran from the pavilion together. Halfway down the paved walk, Eli stopped and scooped her up in his arms. As the guests cheered, he ran to the truck with her.
Chapter Fifty-three
Firelight flickered around them, the only light in the bedroom as Eli stood behind Rachel and unzipped the wedding dress. Her sweet, womanly fragrance filled his nostrils, and his hardening cock responded with a yearning twitch. The dress fell from her in a silken whisper to the thick rug between the bed and the fireplace. He placed a warm kiss on her shoulder and helped her step from the dress. She turned, and he took a deep breath, sighing appreciatively.
“Well, this looks familiar.”
Stepping back, Eli took a moment to enjoy the sight of her. Rachel’s hair was brushed out in soft waves, and she was laced into the white silk corset from her portrait. He could see the slightest hint of her rose-colored nipples through the patterned lace of the cups. She wore a white silk G-string, the garters, sheer white stockings, her pretty silver heels, and nothing else. She gave him a graceful turn then presented her back to him, and he undid the bow at the back.
“Carrie shot a series of pictures for you back at Grace’s house while I got dressed. She thought you might like that.” He heard the quiver of excitement in her voice.
“I would.” The corset had hook and eye fasteners on the side, but what was the fun in that? He continued working the laces through his fingers until the corset fell away. She turned to him, slid his tuxedo jacket off his shoulders, and unbuttoned his shirt while he removed his tie and vest. They took their time and didn’t rush the moment.
Eli gazed down at her, adoring her, as everything fell to the floor around them. He removed his shoes and socks, stopping her when she would have removed the rest of her clothing. She reached to help him with the button of his pants, and he could hear her soft, uneven breathing.
Finally freed of her clothing, she rested her warm, silken body against his. She sighed as he slid his hand down her back to the waist of her G-string. He led her to the large thick rug in front of the screened fireplace and got down on his knees. He placed her hands on his shoulders so she wouldn’t lose her balance and slipped her high-heeled sandals from her slender, graceful feet. He lifted each foot to his knee and slowly slid the sheer white stockings from her long legs, one at a time.
He drew her down to her knees in front of him and gently grasped her warm hips with his hands, kissing her until she clung to him breathlessly. Her hands trembled, and her lips quivered a little as he lapped at her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. Desire sang in his blood, and his impatient cock twitched persistently at being ignored. He lowered her to the rug slowly and reclined beside her. With one hand, he hooked the waist band of the G-string from her hips and slid it quickly down her legs until she was free of it.
Eli slowly stroked her collarbone and leaned down to suckle a nipple. His hand continued down her trembling torso to a softly rounded hip then over her mound. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers strayed into her warm, wet lips, glistening with the silken evidence of how aroused she was by his attention.
“Oh, angel,” he groaned over her nipple, licking it softly. “So wet already.”
Rachel moaned breathlessly as his fingers stroked her clit, gently sliding through her slick honey. She arched and moved with his hands. The muscles in her cunt clenched around his finger when he slipped it inside and stroked her pussy, sliding through all her juices. He gently rubbed her clit with his thumb and added another finger to the first, stroking into her silky, delicate flesh.
Rachel’s hand stroked his shoulder. “Oh, Eli.” She threw her head back, and her back arched. “Baby, you’re so good to me.”
She moved on his finger and began to pant and cry out. He began a gentle pumping motion and growled when her muscles tightened on his fingers. She came with a low, moaning sob. Stroking her until she finished, he kissed her gently and nuzzled her lips.
“I adore you, angel,” he whispered as she reached for him.
Kneeling between her legs, Eli hooked one of her thighs over his forearm, lifting her hips slightly. He growled low when her silky, wet heat kissed his cock as he positioned the head at her opening.
She looked up at him, love radiating from her eyes. “Make love to me, Eli,” she murmured softly when he hesitated for a few seconds.
He wanted to enjoy and remember the moment when he entered his wife for the first time. He smiled at her as his body vibrated with desire, and her breath caught with a deep, impassioned moan as he quite literally slid home.
Epilogue
June, six months later…
“I can’t believe I’m really going to do this.” Rachel said to herself as she looked in the mirror. At Cami’s direction, she applied another layer of liquid eyeliner to her eyelids. Charlotta helped Rachel with her false eyelashes and put the sky-high acrylic shoes by the stool.
“Oh, don’t worry. You’re going to be phenomenal. I can’t wait to see you up there,” Charlotta told her.
“You have time to run through your routine once if you hurry.” Cami buckled the silver strap on the clear platforms. The shoes put any other pair of fuck-me shoes she owned to utter shame. Just as Cami and Charlotta had taught her, Rachel rose from the stool gracefully, tilting out her ass as she straightened her legs in a classic stripper turn. She adjusted the waistband on the skimpy black and silver cheeky shorts, which revealed most of her ass to great advantage. She checked and adjusted her cleavage in the mirror. Charlotta teased and sprayed Rachel’s hair one last time, making it big and wild. She needed to look just different enough from her everyday self for this to work but enough like herself to catch his eye.
“Your music is out at the DJ booth, cued up and ready to go,” Cami said, trotting back in the room in her white, ruffled bikini thong and white ruffled bra. Her feet were shod in her white platform school girl style pumps.
“You don’t think the Trace Adkins song would have been a better choice? I could do either one.”
The girls shook their heads, and Cami said, “You need music that is totally different from what you usually listen to when you’re together. It needs to be just different enough that when he hears it, it won’t automatically bring you to mind.”
Rachel grinned. “And you’re sure neither of you danced for him to these songs?”
“I’ve never danced to either one of those songs, but I may use your routines after you’re done, if you don’t mind,” Charlotta said, grinning.
“Well, you both taught me and helped develop the routines, so go for it. Just not for him, okay?”
Cami giggled. “No problem. I used to dance to ‘Supermassive Black Hole,’ but it’s been a while, and I’ve never danced to ‘Bad Things.’ That routine is my favorite.”
“It’s the vampire thing.” Charlotta snickered. “Maybe he’ll bite you tonight.”
Rachel laughed and checked her ass in the mirror one last time, running her hand over a dimple that was visible.
“Do I have enough body glitter on?” Rachel asked.
“You look perfec
t,” Charlotta reassured her. “Once you get under the purple neon lights, all imperfections disappear. Your ass looks great. You’re going to want to warm up a little.”
“Yeah, how long do I have?”
“Twenty minutes, give or take. The appointment isn’t scheduled until two o’clock, and it’s one thirty now. Jake is meeting him at the door since the front is locked. It’s going to be perfect.”
Rachel was a little nervous, but the girls’ enthusiasm helped to build her confidence. She ran through part of her routine under the lights. Her muscles felt warm and relaxed when Charlotta came from the front and waved at her and Cami to get behind the curtain, where they listened and waited.
* * * *
Eli checked his appointment planner and made a quick call while he sat in his truck. He’d arrived early for his two o’clock appointment. When five minutes until two rolled around, he got out of his truck and strode across the parking lot to the door and was met by one of the managers.
Charlotta had given his name to the owner. They were having some problems with their AV system, and the manager had called Eli. Eli had told him it sounded like a signal distribution problem and agreed to come and check it out the following day.
“Thanks for coming, Eli,” Jake said, shaking his hand. “Let me show you where everything is. I have a lot of paperwork that I’m trying to wade through right now, so if you need me, I’ll be in my office. Charlotta is here working on routines with a couple of the other dancers. If you need me, she can direct you to my office.” Jake showed him the problem then exited through a heavy wooden door beside the bar.
“Hi, Eli,” Charlotta said as she walked up, dressed in short shorts and a workout top.
He turned, smiled at her, and gave her a friendly hug, saying, “It’s good to see you.”
“You, too. I’m helping two other dancers refine some routines and practice some new moves. Will it bother you if we have the music up? We don’t want to be in your way.”
“Oh, no. I’m checking the monitors right now. You won’t be bothering me at all. Rachel tells me she has enjoyed taking lessons with you both.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Charlotta said in her melodic, sweet-as-honey voice. “She’s an excellent student. Some things come naturally to people, and Rachel is a natural at dance.”
“I’ll say,” Eli said.
She chuckled. “I’m glad you’ve enjoyed the fruits of her labor.”
“Yep.” He carefully pulled the monitor from its built-in cabinet.
“Well, I’ll get out of your hair. Good luck finding whatever the problem is.”
“’Kay,” he said as she walked away. Hmm, that was odd. When he pulled the monitor back, he expected to see a mess behind the TV, but the cables were all fitted properly, the wiring neat and orderly, and all labeled properly. He sighed, thinking he’d have to trace the problem back to the source.
As he double-checked the wiring and connections behind the monitor, music began to pound through the loudspeakers in the heavy bass beat that dancers preferred. He glanced up briefly as Cami and another dancer took the stage, running though their routine. Jake must have hired a new dancer, and Cami was developing a routine to do with her. They were moving simultaneously to Muse’s “Supermassive Black Hole.”
He went back to work but felt his eyes drawn again. And again. The other stripper was something else. He could be a happily married man and still appreciate that fact. She had long, curly, dark hair, and under the purple lights, he couldn’t be sure if it was black or brown. Her features were in shadow. She was built perfectly, with soft, smoothly toned feminine curves. She and Cami went through the basic moves of their dance on the stage, and then she turned and leapt for the pole, timed perfectly with Cami. She spun and worked her way up the pole, using her ankle and the back of her calf for leverage.
Guiltily, he realized his full attention was on the dancer and not his job. Even worse, his cock responded. He turned away, trying to ignore her. Now he understood why Rachel had arranged for Charity to find two strippers at his bachelor party who looked nothing like her. It made sense, and it also explained why he was responding to this one. She reminded him of Rachel.
To check the theory, he glanced up again over the back of the monitor, and sure enough, she really did remind him of Rachel. His cock wholeheartedly agreed, wanting Rachel, preferably right now. He realized he was still watching when she looked up from her squatting position at the base of the pole and gracefully rose, swinging her delectable ass way out. Then she grinned at him.
He stood up and banged his head on the cabinet. No. He looked away, feeling guilty when a white-hot streak of pure lust shot right through him. The dancer was flirting with him, and he was responding. He needed to get done and get the fuck out of there.
He cursed at himself for taking this job.
Sure, Jake, I can fix your problem. No, Charlotta, you won’t distract me a bit. No, Eli, you’re not some horny, over-sexed fucking Neanderthal—
He glanced up as she climbed the pole, in sync with Cami, and somehow held herself there with no hands, arched out over the stage, spinning. Reaching for the pole, she flipped herself then spread her long legs above her head into a perfect ballet-like split before twining them around the pole. She slid back down it fast, way too fast for his comfort. Stopping smoothly at the last second, with just her fingertips on the stage floor, she rotated onto the stage on her back. She rolled and rose on her skyscraper shoes, her knees parted as wide as they would go, and ground her way into a standing—
What. The. Fuck?
His heart lurched, and his pulse pounded in his ears. He knew that grind. The dancer flicked her hair and looked over her shoulder, directly at him. Smiling again, she twisted around the pole, lifted her feet off the stage, and spun with her hair sailing around her. Releasing the pole, she danced on the stage, skimming her hands down her satiny thighs. His cock reared up when she caressed her mostly-bare, curvaceous ass then trailed the backs of her fingers over her ribs and the sides of her full, round breasts, up her throat, and into her hair.
He knew that move, too.
The beautiful dancer shimmied down to a squat and crooked her finger at him as she rose gracefully, rolling her luscious hips. The song ended, and another song began. Cami left the stage as the dancer transitioned smoothly into Jace Everett’s “Bad Things.” He pushed the TV monitor back into the cabinet because there was nothing wrong with their system. He knew why he was here.
His cock tingled in gratitude when he slowly made his way out from behind the bar, moved toward the stage, and took a seat, smiling territorially at his dancer. She never spoke or broke character as she turned and grasped the pole again, dancing with it as she swung her ass out, stepping gracefully in the heels that were higher than any he’d ever seen on her before. They made her legs look impossibly long.
Leaping to the pole, she spun as she climbed higher then somehow flipped upside down and executed another perfect split, and the lines of her long, supple thighs and calves made his mouth water and his cock twitch. In a move that made his heart lurch fearfully, she released her grip on the pole and locked her calf around it before she could plummet to the stage.
She slowly slid down and lowered her body gracefully to the stage, her ankles still twined around the pole. She released the pole, stretched out, and came up on her hands and knees. The sweetly arching curve of her back inspired vibrations in his cock that had him gritting his teeth to control his response, as did the sinuous grinding of her hips as she whipped her hair back with her hand. Sitting upright, she ground her hips and pumped up and down in an erotic move that he could’ve sworn he felt on his cock. Repeating the movement, she caressed her abdomen and slid her hands over her breasts.
She placed the sole of her shoe on the stage and rose on one knee then leaned forward on that foot and smoothly placed the other shoe on the stage and rose in a slow, graceful rolling movement, swinging her ass out again. Swinging her beautifu
l ass out like that was akin to waving a red flag in front of a bull. She danced around the pole then spun around it, climbing again. She rotated upside down and split her legs wide open as she did, one hand above her on the pole and one below, lowering her in the spin until she came to a stop spread wide directly in front of him.
He had no idea she was so flexible.
She came to her knees and executed a roll on her hands and knees that positioned her at the edge of the stage, her ass directly in front of him. She gave him a teasing little shake, which had him grinning and chuckling at the sudden urge he had to lean forward and take a little bite. Rising again gracefully, she rolled her hips, one foot first and then the other. She took the pole in hand and leapt to it, spinning with one calf around it, the other bent up to her ass, and threw her hair around. Spinning, coming back to the stage, she swung her legs out, landing flawlessly.
She continued dancing around the pole, rolling and grinding her hips, swinging her ass out, always in slow, unhurried erotic movements. She stretched out her hips to him and swung her ass around and back again as the music began to fade. She stood upright and released the pole and sauntered gracefully in the skyscraper heels until she stood directly above him in a wide, sexy, confident stance.
Slowly, she squatted and lowered one hand to the stage and then the other. She panted lightly, and her body was covered in a fine sheen of body glitter and sweat. The purple lights illuminated the upper swells of her succulent, full breasts, and she was close enough to him that he could detect her sweet womanly scent, tinged with her arousal.
He’d already glanced around and knew they were alone in the main room of the club. Jake probably had surveillance cameras and monitors in his office so he could keep an eye on his business, which was wise. It was for that reason Eli was relieved that she’d not removed her top as part of her dance. To Jake, they were probably just more breasts, one pair out of twenty or thirty he saw on a nightly basis. To Eli, they were the most perfect twin beauties in the world and not for others eyes, only his. He was glad she felt the same way.
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