Текст книги "Look After Us"
Автор книги: Elena Matthews
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BEFORE THE BACHELORETTE PARTY commences, I have Alana show me where Ashton and I are staying so I can freshen up and change into something less uncomfortable. Ashton suggested he come up with me, and with the wicked gleam I saw in his eyes, I knew without a doubt he wanted to show me his cooling down techniques we discussed earlier. Knowing we didn’t have the time for an afternoon rendezvous with ice, I left him with a flirtatious, “later,” before following Alana upstairs. I also said this with a newly grown confidence since Riley had vacated her seat beside Ashton and was talking to Tyler and Mia on the other side of the table.
Once I change into a long, flowy, summery high-low dress, a pair of cute sandals, and spritzed myself with a little body spray, I head on back downstairs. As I walk back onto the veranda, I stop still in my steps. The confidence I was feeling only ten minutes ago is now almost non-existent. Instead it’s been replaced with a burning jealousy when I see Riley directly in front of Ashton on the table, with her luscious long legs resting on the arm of his chair.
Ashton’s eyes immediately find mine, and seeing how they darken with a sudden lust, I’d say he likes what he sees. Still not comfortable with Riley’s bare legs resting so closely to my fiancé, with a shuddered breath I head over to him. “Excuse me,” I say, staring Riley dead in the eyes, wanting her to move her legs so I can sit down since she’s blocking my path.
“Sorry,” she says, happily removing her legs but still remaining seated on the table. I go to sit down, but Ashton suddenly drags me down on his lap, his handsome face smiling at me.
“You look beautiful, baby.” Caressing his hands along my bare thighs, he leans in and presses a fierce kiss on my lips, one that leaves me breathless.
“I just changed outfits.” I shrug as my fingers trace his face before brushing through the tendrils of his silky hair.
“And you look sexy as hell. So sexy that I just want to keep you to myself. I say fuck the bachelorette party.”
I smile, brushing my lips along the tilt of his mouth.
“You guys are so frigging cute!” The sound of Riley’s voice causes me to flinch. I had forgotten for a moment she was behind us. I pull away from Ashton and reluctantly turn to her, a little flushed that she overheard what was supposed to be an intimate conversation between Ashton and me.
“Sorry, Ashton, but she’s coming with us for some girly bachelorette fun.”
Ashton smirks, his fingers tightening against the naked skin of my legs. “Girly fun? How girly are we talking here? Because if it’s the girl-on-girl fantasy I currently have playing in my mind, then I’m definitely not letting her go.”
“Ashton!” I gasp, playfully slapping his chest.
“What? You scared of a little competition, Ashton? Scared I might take your girl away?” she asks with a flirtatious glint in her eyes. I laugh when I see the alpha-male glare heading Riley’s way.
“Hell no,” he says seriously before the corner of his mouth turns up in a smile.
Humored, Riley stands to her feet, her eyes solely on Ashton’s. “Well you of all people know I don’t bat for the other team, so lucky for you your girl is safe.” She walks off and I’m left reeling over the reminder that she was his high school sweetheart. And with that known fact comes the jealousy.
“Stop it.” I shiver as the words brush lightly over my ear.
“Stop what?” I ask confused.
“Whatever insecure thought you have roaming around in that head of yours.”
I’m left stunned; surprised he can read me so well. I gently smile, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Sorry,” I sigh. “I just … I wasn’t expecting your ex to be here … and I don’t like the way she’s all over you,” I say honestly.
“What are you talking about?” he snorts, clueless.
“Her legs. They were inches from you, on the arm of this chair …”
His eyes squint with bewilderment. “Her legs?”
“Yeah, her Barbie-smooth legs. They were so close to you that they were almost on your lap.”
He bellows out with amusement. “Baby, are you jealous?”
I scowl at him, not appreciating the way he’s laughing at me. “Ashton, it’s not funny.”
His laughter fades away and he penetrates my eyes with his stare. “You have no reason to be jealous. Riley and me happened a long time ago.”
I begin to trace my fingers along his t-shirt, my vulnerability oozing from my pores. “Why have you never mentioned her before?”
“Because I didn’t think I needed to. She isn’t someone I have thought about, not since high school anyway. She means nothing to me.” He pauses for a brief moment, his stare intensifying. “The way I feel for you is something I have never felt before, ever. Not with her, not with anyone. I may have experienced a few firsts with her, but they’re nothing compared to my first love.”
I lean my head against his and the way his breath wisps against my lips makes me shudder. “I guess I’ve let my insecurities get the better of me today.”
“I love your insecurities. They’re what make you you. And I love being the person who helps to ease them.”
My smile grows wider at his incredible words. He always knows the right thing to say to me.
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips.
Ashton captures my words with a tantalizing kiss before pulling away. “I love you, too.”
He closes the space between us and presses his lips back to mine. I can’t keep the whimpered groan from escaping as the feel of his tongue tracing the tip of mine sends a bolt of electricity through my body. For a moment, I get lost in all things Ashton … until Alana’s voice interrupts our tender moment.
“Sorry to interrupt you two lovebirds, but the limo has arrived.” Ashton reluctantly tears himself away from me staring at me in frustration. He hates it when he doesn’t get to finish things … and I get the feeling this kiss was far from over.
“I’ll be right there,” I say to Alana before turning my attention to a grouchy Ashton.
“I better go.” I press one last kiss to his lips before removing myself from his lap. I step away, but in a millisecond he takes hold of my hand and drags me back down. I feel the tips of his fingers caressing along the edge of my flowy dress.
“This dress looks incredible on you, but as much as I love you wearing it, I’m going to love it even more when I get to take it off at the end of the night.” My insides clench at his seductive remark and I suddenly wish it were the end of the night, so he could strip me from my dress and make love to me all night long.
“Go. Have fun.”
I blink at his comment, and on a gasping exhale I weakly stand to my feet. He laughs throatily; obviously amused at the lust-filled trance he’s put me in with a few simple words. I go to walk away, but when I lose my footing he catches me in his arms.
“Do you need a minute to compose yourself?” He gives me his signature smile and I playfully push him away. He slaps my ass and says, “I love you.”
Turning to him and his mischievous grin, I give him my sexiest smile—in the hopes of leaving him wanting more, the way he’s left me wanting more. “I love you, too.”
And before he can rein me in again and torment me with more sultry words, I hurry into the house and out of the front door towards the waiting limo.
After we’ve picked up the rest of the bachelorette party, we finally come to a stop at a salon. Upon entering, we are greeted at the door by several beauticians who hand us luxury bachelorette gift bags before ushering us to our designated area. Giggling can be heard around the salon, specifically from both Tyler’s and Mia’s moms who are currently waving around florescent pink dildos in the air.
“Oh my God, Riley! What the hell did you buy us?” Mia shrieks with laughter, looking at the array of goodies in her gift bag before pulling out what appears to be love balls. “Oh God, are these anal beads?”
Everyone laughs out loud at Mia’s question, including me, and the look of horror on her face is priceless. Her eyes are almost popping out of their sockets.
“No, they’re Ben Wa balls,” Riley spits through hysterical giggles as she witnesses the alarmed look on her best friend’s face. Curious, I look into my gift bag and I also have a bright pink dildo, love balls, and what looks like a bullet vibrator. The bag also includes a bright pink sash and some accessories that are mostly in the shape of penises.
Hearing a light buzzing sound, I turn to Jo beside me, and I can’t keep the laughter from bubbling from my mouth as I see she’s already ripped open the packaging from the bullet vibrator and is gently touching it to her nose.
“Jo, what are you doing?” I question, laughing hysterically. More laughter sounds throughout the salon, until all you can hear is high-pitched cackles.
“Yeah, baby … I think you’re using it wrong,” chirps Alana with a giggle.
“Your nose is supposed to be as sensitive as it is downstairs. They say test a vibrator at the tip of your nose, to give you a taste of what it’ll be like, when you’re … you know—”
“Flicking your bean?”
All eyes whip to Mia’s mom.
“Mom!” Mia cries with a serious tone to her voice, but her mouth tilts with amusement, almost as if she’s trying to hold in her laughter.
“What? I thought that’s what you kids called it these days.”
My eyes fill up with tears, barely able to breathe through the hysteria.
“No! Oh my God, Mom!”
“No, Lauren,” Riley addresses Mia’s mom. ‘It’s just good old masturbating.”
As a few minutes pass by, the laughter simmers somewhat. Finally trusting we’ve calmed ourselves down, we’re each handed a glass of champagne. But just when I go to take a sip, I inhale the bubbles up my nose as laughter erupts from my mouth when Alana, who is holding up a penis straw, blurts out, “I feel sorry for the poor bastard who had to model for this. Can’t have much of a sex life!”
The howling madness begins again and I’m left having to try and catch my breath as sweet champagne dribbles down my chin. Then, in the classiest of ways, Alana drops the straw into her champagne flute and takes a sip. She continues to drink, seemingly oblivious to the women around her almost wetting themselves with hysterical laughter.
“But I have to say, I’m one lucky gal. I’ve had forty years of toe-curling sex thanks to Samuel being hung like a horse!” My eyes bulge out of their sockets, thankful that I don’t have a mouthful of champagne, or I would have just spat it out with shock. “And if my boys are anything like their father …” She looks over to Mia then to me. “You’ll have a lifetime of amazing sex!”
I stare at Alana in disbelief and as I look over to Mia, I see she’s wearing the same horrified expression with an added pink coloring to her cheeks. Is Ashton’s mom really talking about our sex life right now? Trying to stifle a giggle, I turn my attention back to Alana who now has her glass raised in the air.
“Everyone raise your glasses to my beautiful soon-to-be daughters-in-law. I hope you both are blessed with a lifetime of happiness … and hot incredible sex. And babies! Lots and lots of babies. I want more grandchildren!”
Well if that isn’t pressure, I don’t know what is.
Once she’s finished with her impromptu speech and everyone has toasted mine and Mia’s happy marriages and hot incredible sex, she chugs the last of her champagne with her penis straw before asking for another glass.
I turn to Jo who is looking at me with a knowing smile. She raises her glass to her lips, but before she takes a sip of her sparkling champagne, she says, “Welcome to the family.”
Yep. Welcome to the family.
I’m almost a little too terrified to find out if she means that in a good or a bad way.
Once we have all been pampered and our nails have been splashed with a little color, we head to this cute little Italian restaurant for dinner before we’re driven to a club in central Dallas.
The whole group is definitely a little buzzed, especially Ashton’s mom, who spent the entire limo ride throwing back champagne while singing the chorus to ‘Build Me Up Buttercup’ on a repeat. I have a feeling we’ll be carrying her from the limo at the end of the night.
I’m also a little drunk and after the few cocktails I had at the restaurant, they are definitely flowing in all the right places. It’s been a while since I’ve really been able to let my hair down and it feels fantastic. Well … except for the sinking pit in my stomach every time I look in Riley’s direction.
God, there is just something about her that I don’t like. I’ve felt it since the moment I locked eyes on her earlier today.
I keep telling myself that I’m jealous because she’s Ashton’s ex and they have a history together before he and I even existed, but it’s more than that. I just don’t know exactly what that actually consists of. All I know is that I don’t like her, and something in my gut is telling me to be wary of her. And my gut instinct is usually right. I think that’s why it has my mind in a complete spin. A hurricane of fierce jealousy and irrational fire. It doesn’t help that she is insanely beautiful, with a body that a supermodel would die for.
I know I’m being ridiculous to feel like this because I know Ashton loves me and wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. We have a relationship built on trust, and I do trust him—with both my heart and my daughter’s. But fuck, being around Riley is beginning to bring out some tiresome emotions that I’ve never felt before. I’ve never felt the intense burning in my stomach, the nausea that has my heart slamming against my chest, or the immense anger that soars through my veins. Surely, it can’t be normal to feel like this.
I’m jolted to my senses at the sound of loud music vibrating all around me, and that’s when I realize we’re being guided through the entrance towards the VIP section of the low-lit club. When we approach the roped-off area, it takes only a few simple words from Riley and the guy securing the area unhooks the rope and lets us through. We all take a seat and within seconds a waitress comes over to take our drinks order. When we each have a drink in our hands, Riley turns to us with a wicked gleam in her eyes and immediately I’m dreading what she has up her sleeve as she begins to hand each of us a card.
“We’re playing truth or dare. I’ve given each of you a card. Each card has a truth question on the back of it. You are required to answer whatever the card asks you. If you don’t answer or answer truthfully, you will have to forfeit with a dare and a shot.” Just as Riley says this, the waitress returns with a tray of shots and places them on the table in front of us.
“Who wants to go first?”
While everyone else gives each other a wary glance, Alana is the first person to speak up. “Me!”
Riley smiles at Alana’s eagerness, and I have to fight within my inner self not to scowl at her, her perfect ‘Hollywood’ smile grating on me. Knowing I’m allowing the irrational side of me to override my rational side, I throw my drink back in one and shake my head of all the jealousy that seems to be seeping from my pores. Jealousy that I know is unnecessary. I focus my attention on Alana as she begins to read her question out loud.
“If you were invisible for the day, what would be the naughtiest thing you would do?” Her eyes grow wide as she bursts out in drunken giggles, causing everyone else to laugh along with her—which in any normal circumstance wouldn’t be funny, but thanks to the alcohol flowing through us all, everything seems hilarious.
She thinks for a moment before blurting out, “I would watch George Clooney in the shower … then Brad Pitt … and Ben Affleck! Oh, and Ian Somerhalder! Hell, I don’t think I’d ever get out of the damn shower! He could be my boy toy any day!”
Then, clearly not understanding the rules of the game, she grabs a shot and chugs it back in one, giggling as her face scrunches up from the intensity of the shot. “Whoa, that was strong!” she shouts over the music. Her glazed eyes trace over us. “Who’s next?”
A few of the other girls answer their questions truefully; one which was ‘Have you ever kissed a member of the opposite sex?’ and the other, ‘What is your favorite bedroom fantasy?’
Mia goes next and when she refuses to answer ‘Who out of the bachelorette party would you pick for a threesome?’ we watch as she throws back a shot and undergoes a dare of grabbing the ass of at least five guys in the club.
As the drinks continue to flow, the whole truth and dare game continues for a little while and before I know it, it’s my turn. Since my inhibitions have been lowered with the magic of alcohol, without a moment’s hesitation I flip my card over and read it out loud. “Where is the most outrageous place you’ve had sex?”
I flush crimson red with lust when I think back to this morning and the incredible sex I had with Ashton on the plane. The mile high club.
“Oh my God, it’s somewhere really dirty isn’t it?” Riley pipes up with excitement, and I’m unable to refrain from laughing. Yep that is definitely the effects of the alcohol. Then without much thought, I blurt out my most outrageous place I’ve had sex. “On the plane … this morning!” I shout the last bit out in hysterical laughter and everyone around me cheers and hollers, including Alana who even gives me a high five and an ‘ada, girl’ even though it was her son that I had dirty airplane sex with. With that thought, I take my phone out from my purse and type out a text message to Ashton.
Me: Your mom is so wasted! She just high-fived me for having dirty plane sex with you today.
He replies almost instantly.
Ashton: Um, baby … how the hell would she know about that?
I giggle when I reply, and with the alcohol in my system it makes typing out a coherent second message a lot more difficult. It’s probably because I can hardly feel my fingers right now.
Me: We’re plying tryhth or date!
Ashton: Do you mean playing truth or dare? Are you drunk? ;)
Me: Yup! Drunk as a skank.
Ashton: LOL! I’m pretty sure you mean skunk.
I squint, confused at the message. That’s what I said. Drunk as a skunk. But before I can type out another message, my hazy eyes look up and that’s when I see a firefighter … a hot firefighter with some serious hard pecs—rock hard—peeking out of his yellow jacket. Oh hell. With a purposeful stare aimed at Mia—who looks moments away from passing out—he bellows hoarsely, “I’ve gotten a report of some smokin’ hot ladies over here. Don’t worry though because I’m here to make sure you ladies get nice and wet!”
Everyone begins to fan themselves, throwing back drinks to cool the fire that transpired the moment we locked eyes on him. However, all I can think about is how hot Ashton would look like in a firefighter’s outfit. Just the thought is enough to make me orgasm on the spot. Holy shit. I’m brought back to the now when right on cue the distinctive intro of ‘Hot in Herre’ by Nelly begins to play, and the moment the beat begins to kick in, he begins to sexily sway his hips in front of Mia—who’s currently flushing forty shades of pink, her mouth agape.
His stare is quite hypnotizing as he focuses only on Mia, his hips rotating in precise movements, doing a few subtle thrusts as he slides the jacket from his body, causing the girls around me to shriek with excitement.
Then he saunters closer to her, and the redness in her cheeks flame a few shades brighter as he sexily swipes his fingers through her hair, giving her a wicked smile. With a smoothness that could make any woman’s panties melt, he removes Mia’s veil and replaces it with his fireman’s hat. He throws the veil to Riley and I giggle when Mia shoots her a death glare. After a few beats, Mia’s eyes almost double in size as the stripper straddles her lap and begins to give her a lap dance. He slides his fingers under his suspenders, pulling them from his chest before slackening them until they hang loose from his waist.
He continues to dance and his hands suggestively travel down his torso until they come to a stop at his waist. Then cheers erupt around me when he cups himself, causing Mia to throw her hands over her eyes, her shoulders shuddering with shrieking laughter. When the song hits the beat of the chorus he slowly begins to back away, and with minimal effort he rips his trousers from his legs, revealing a pair of very tight boxer shorts and a huge bulge. I can see Alana out of the corner of my eye with Mia’s mom and I choke with laughter as I watch them almost pawing over him, their eyes shining in pure amazement at such a fine specimen of a man.
Never losing his rhythm, he retrieves a bottle of baby oil out of what seems like thin air. Without wasting a moment of torturing Mia, he flicks the lid open and lifts it above his head as he squirts a generous amount over his chest. The deafening screams around me hit an all-time high and the club suddenly feels like a goddamn sauna. I’m more than content with Ashton, but even I have to admit this guy is hot.
Mia’s mouth pops open again when the stripper takes hold of her hand and seductively drags it over his glistening torso. Riley begins to take snapshots on her phone and Mia’s eyes zone on her with a ‘don’t you fucking dare’ glare before nervous giggles erupt from her mouth. Then without warning, she’s dragged to her feet and with yet another slick move, he lifts her leg over his thigh and simulates hard-core thrusting, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
After a moment he lets go of her leg, and with some kind of Channing Tatum body popping dance move, he moves behind her and I just about fall off my seat when he bends her over and simulates fucking her from behind.
“Oh my God!” I shriek, causing Jo beside me to grip hold of my arm, laughing violently against my shoulder. And just when I think it can’t get much more explicit, when the next song fades into a slow paced hip-hop song, he spins her around so she’s facing him, then drops to his knees before he buries his face in her groin area, shaking his head as if performing oral sex, hot … animalistic oral sex.
Holy crap.
More laughter roars from me as the song playing also catches my attention, the sounds of sirens and sensual words of ‘getting your pussy wet’ echoing through the speakers. Is this song for real?
Mia uses one hand to grip his shoulder to stop her losing balance from the sudden movement, while the other hand clutches over her mouth, eyes wide and howling with laughter. Her eyes seek out Riley and she points to her and shouts, “I’m going to fucking kill you!” just as the words ‘finger fuck your pussy’ echoes around the club.
Before we know it we’re all on our feet dancing along with them, hooting and hollering as he simulates a few more sex moves on Mia before eventually moving his attention to the other bachelorettes. Then his stare lands on me and dramatically shaking my head, I begin to back away, but he doesn’t stop until he’s standing in front of me, pouring even more baby oil on his chest. My eyes flicker at the glistening moisture dripping down his abs, and I just about lose all coherent thoughts when his pecs begin to dance. Through even more laughter—to the extent that my cheeks begin to burn—I clutch hold of Jo and push her in front of me. She seems to have no qualms pressing the palms of her hands onto his rock hard body. Alana also joins in with a handful of one-dollar bills and begins to stuff them under the waistband of his boxer shorts, giggling like a horny teenager.
Suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed with the semi-naked firefighter, and desperately bursting for the ladies room after one too many cocktails, I head towards the toilets, but not before turning around and catching an eyeful of his bare thong-clad ass while Mia’s mom simulates sex from behind him.
Giggling, I turn around and head towards the bathroom and while I wait in line, I text Ashton.
Me: Riley gut Mia a stripped but be had nothing on your. The figure ute look is a hot, can guy get outfit?
I press send, not realizing what it actually says. What I wanted to say was: Riley got Mia a stripper but he has nothing on you. The firefighter look is hot. Can you get an outfit?
Yep. I’m drunk.
As I move forward two more spaces towards a free cubicle, my phone vibrates in my hand. I look down, giggling when I see it’s a message from Ashton.
Ashton: No idea what that says, but I sure as hell can’t wait to get your cute little drunken ass home so we can have hot drunken sex. ;)
I don’t get a chance to text back as I stumble into the next available cubicle. I begin to count the seconds until I get to have hot drunken sex with my fiancé, who is way hotter than any stripper.
Who needs a firefighter when I have my very own doctor?
