Faster Hotter (18 page)

“Only if I get to do the same,” I say, sinking ever so slowly onto my knees.

“Jesus Christ,” he moans, bracing himself against the window.

“Like the view?” I ask, unzipping his slacks.

“God, yes,” he growls. But his eyes aren’t fixed on the sprawling city as he says it—they’re resting firmly on me.

Keeping my gaze locked onto his, I tug his slacks and briefs down over the chiseled rise of his ass. His cock is rock hard, just from looking at me, and I take it eagerly in both hands. I grant myself a long glimpse of Harrison’s manhood, that irresistible length I’ve come to know so well. I could never have dreamed, before meeting him, that I’d ever think of a man’s dick as beautiful. But goddamn is Harrison’s perfect.

I let my hands work down the length of him, slowly but firmly. He rocks into my caress, eyes closed blissfully. Keeping one hand wrapped firmly around his shaft, I palm his balls gently, letting my fingertips glance against his tender skin.

“I fucking love the way you touch me,” he groans.

“How convenient,” I smile, “I fucking love touching you. Taking you in my hands...my mouth. Can I take your cock in my mouth?”

“Please, God,” he gasps.

I let my eyes flick up to his as I wet my lips and lower them to the swollen, pulsating tip of his manhood. His back arches as I kiss him, there, then slide his head into my mouth. I run my tongue along the ridge there, feeling him quiver between my lips. My fingers wrap around the thick base of his shaft as my tongue flicks against the tender underside of his cock. I slide as much of him into my mouth as I can down my throat, my lips coursing eagerly along him.

“Jesus, Siena,” he moans, pressing hard against the glass, leaning hard into my every pass, “You’ve already got me right on the edge—”

We lock eyes as I suck him, my lips wrapped around his cock. I release him just long enough to say, “Come in my mouth. I want to drink you until you’re dry.”

A low, unintelligible sound escapes his throat as I take him back into my mouth. My tongue rubs as my lips caress, my hands taking up every spare inch of him. I can feel him grow harder between my lips, stiffen against my tongue. A sharp, delectable flavor glances against my taste buds, and I know he’s ready. I tighten my grip ever-so-slightly, and suck as hard as I can.

That’s all it takes.

He erupts into my mouth, his cum gushing along my tongue, down my throat. He coats me, fills me with this part of himself. I swallow hard and fast, closing my eyes blissfully, relishing his taste. The hot thickness slides satisfyingly down as I swallow once more, taking every last drop inside of me.

I sit back on my heels and look up at Harrison, licking a drop of from the corner of my mouth. He stares down at me in utter wonder, his eyes wide with pleasure and amazement.

“Baby...” he breathes, “You’re incredible.”

“It’s what you do to me,” I tell him, “I can’t resist you.”

“I’m not suggesting you try,” he says, pulling me onto my feet. “Though I do hope you know this means you won’t be sleeping a wink tonight.”

“That’s sort of what I had in mind,” I say.

“You don’t mind going into maid of honor and best woman duty after a night full of...this?” he asks, sliding his hands down over my ass.

“If the bride and groom get a crazy wedding night, I think I’m allowed to claim the night before for my own purposes,” I reply, pulling him back toward the bedroom.

I may not end up being the most rested maid of honor, but I’ll certainly be the most relaxed, that’s for sure.

* * *

Even a night full of wild lovemaking couldn’t manage to bring down my energy the morning of Bex and Charlie’s wedding. My eyes fly open before my alarm even sounds, adrenaline racing through my veins. This is it—the day we’ve been furiously planning for since the season drew to a close. I’m more full of energy than I have been in weeks, and it’s no surprise. I’m at my very best under pressure, after all. And I’m going to do everything in my power to make this the best possible day for my two best friends.

“Siena?” Harrison groans, blinking up at me as I race toward the shower, “It’s, like, six in the morning.”

“Ten of,” I chirp, “Up and at ‘em, lover boy, we’ve got quite a day ahead of us!”

I’m already scrubbed clean and dressed in my comfy, pre-wedding sweats when Harrison finally rises up out of bed.

“I think you damn near killed me last night,” he says, rubbing the sexed-up sleep from his  blue eyes.

“Be that as it may, we’re leaving in fifteen minutes,” I say, giving him a peck on the cheek and all but skipping out toward the kitchen.

I put on a pot of coffee for Harrison and brew myself a cup of energizing herbal tea. My caffeine withdrawal was not pretty, but I think I’m through it now. And if I can make it through today without a cup of joe, I’m confident that I can handle just about anything. No last-minute SNAFU is going to derail my super maid of honor status.

I go to shoot Bex a text saying that we’ll be on our way soon, and see there’s a voice mail waiting for me. It’s from my mom. I cue up the message, sipping on my tea.

“Siena, it’s your mother,” she begins, “First of all, did you know that there’s a video clip of you hitting that reporter that’s been auto-tuned on YouTube? I don’t really get it, but I must say it’s rather amusing. I know I can’t say it to anyone else, but good for you for smacking the shit out of him. You’re carrying precious cargo, after all. It serves him right.”

I raise my eyebrows, surprised by my mother’s chipper tone. Justified or not, my scuffle with the press did not go over well with the guys at Ferrelli. Usually, that sort of thing gets right on Mom's last nerve, but she sounds calm and cool.

“I just wanted to send along my best wishes to Bex and Charlie,” she says, “And tell you that I love you, of course. So much. I’m so happy for you, Siena.”

Now, I’m just confused. My mother is not one to babble happily of love and happiness. She’s pragmatic, and practical, and economical with her words. This kind of sentiment from her just sounds...a little strange.

“Anyway, take care. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon!”

The message beeps to an end, and I stare down at my phone, puzzled. Harrison pokes his head into the room, stark naked save for the towel tied loosely around his waist.

“Who was that?” he asks, nodding at my phone.

“My mom just left me the weirdest, most chipper message,” I tell him.

“Why is that weird?” he asks, rather quickly.

“I...don’t know,” I say, cocking my head to the side, “You almost ready over there?”

“Just about!” he calls, disappearing back into the bedroom.

I look after him, puzzled by his sudden hurry. Is everyone just a little bit crazy today, or is it just me? I’m probably just imagining things—overexcited imagination, or something. The very air seems to vibrate with possibility, but that’s to be expected. It’s a momentous day, after all! With a smile fixed unwaveringly to my face, I memorize this snippet of time. It doesn’t get much better than this.

Harrison and I flag down a cab and zip over to the West Village. Mr. Bishop opens the door for us, looking baffled but excited.

“She’s waiting for you upstairs,” he tells me, “Go right on up. Harrison, you can stay down here with the rest of us men.”

“Sounds good,” Harrison says, giving me a little push toward the stairs, “Go on, maid of honor, do your thing!”

I all but sprint up the staircase, any lingering fatigue long forgotten. Bex’s room is down at the end of the hall, and I make tracks toward it. I step into the doorway and take in the scene. The dress we picked out hangs suspended before the window, illuminated by the sun. Bex is perched before her antique vanity, prepping her face. She looks up at me, fresh-faced and glowing—her eyes full of happiness and hope. Sudden, uncontrollable tears well up in my eyes at the sight of my best friend on the morning of her wedding.

“Siena, what’s wrong?” she exclaims, hurrying to take my hands in hers.

“You’re just...the most beautiful thing in the world...” I babble, “I can’t believe you’re getting married today!”

“Honey, I haven’t even put the dress on yet,” she laughs, “You can’t be crying already. You’ll be dry as a bone by noon.”

“I can’t help it,” I laugh, “I’m just so happy for you, Bex.”

“Thank you, honey,” she says, beaming, “I’m just glad that you’re here with me.” She leans in and whispers conspiratorially, “The mothers were about to drive me absolutely fucking crazy this morning with their fussing. I had to make up last minute emergency errands to get them out of my hair!”

“I’ll guard the door,” I promise her, “You shouldn’t be stressed out today. We’ll all get ready in peace, OK? I think you deserve that much today.”

“You’re a life saver,” Bex sighs, sitting back down at her mirror, “I’m going to get started. Can you make sure Charlie’s OK?”

“That’s right!” I exclaim. I almost forgot that I’m pulling “best man” duty, too. “I’ll be right back,” I tell Bex, and hurry back down to the first floor of the townhouse.

The boys have all congregated in the living room, looking excited but unsure of what to do with themselves. Harrison and Enzo are talking animatedly by the French doors, just as they were at the restaurant. They fall silent the second I walk into the room, but I don’t have time to wonder about it now. I need to make sure the groom’s holding up OK.

“Where’s Charlie?” I ask Gus and Mr. Bishop.

“He’s out on the patio,” Gus tells me, shaking his head with a wistful smile, “I think the boy’s a bit nervous.”

I cross to the doors and slip outside. Sure enough, Charlie is pacing back and forth across the little deck, his brows knitted. He’s practically vibrating with nervous energy, poor guy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this way. Since I’ve known him, Charlie has always been the confident guy in the room. Sometimes, it even threatens to cross over into cockiness. But today is a different story.

“What’s up, Chuck?” I say, closing the doors behind me.

He looks up, a touch alarmed. But relief softens his shoulders as he spots me. “Siena,” he says, shoving a hand through his hair, “I’m afraid I’m a goddamn mess.”

He’s still wearing his everyday clothes, clean-shaven but wide-eyed. I can’t help but be oddly moved by how out of sorts he is. This is the unflappable, stubborn boy I grew up with, going to pieces right before my eyes. If I didn’t already know how much he cares for Bex, this would be proof enough. It’s downright adorable.

“Got a couple butterflies rustling around in your stomach there?” I ask, laying a friendly hand on his arm.”

“More like a swarm,” he tells me, “I don’t know what the hell my problem is. I don’t get nervous. Not ever.”

“Well, you’ve never gotten married before, either,” I remind him.

“I just...I don’t want to mess this up,” he blurts out, looking down at his shoes.

“Mess what up—you and Bex?” I ask, surprised.

He nods bashfully, refusing to meet my gaze. “She’s way too good for me, Siena,” he says, “She’s just...perfect.”

“You’re perfect together, Charlie,” I tell him, “You’re both so good for each other, and to each other. Remember that she’s just as lucky to have you as you are to have her.”

“That’s crazy,” he laughs.

“Trust me,” I reply, “I’m your best man. Woman. Whatever.”

“I just want to be a good husband to her,” Charlie goes on, “I want her to have the life she  really wants.”

“And you can,” I tell him, “Just by being yourself. I know it’s a big step, but you’re ready. You’ve always been an old soul, Charlie. This makes sense for you.”

“I don’t feel old right now,” he says, “I feel like a baby.”

“You may cry like one when you see how gorgeous your bride is,” I smile, “But you’re no kid. The time is right, my friend. And now that you and Bex are both working for Ferrelli, your whole life is coming together. You should be excited!”

“I am excited,” Charlie says, “But it’s kind of terrifying, isn’t it? Getting everything you’ve always wanted.”

“Tell me about it,” I say, thinking of Harrison and our soon-to-be bundle of joy.

“Of course,” Charlie says, “You must know exactly what I’m talking about. How are you keeping it together?”

“I just try and be grateful for what I have, instead of fearful that it’ll disappear,” I tell him, “You can't enjoy your happiness if you’re constantly too worried about protecting it. Bex isn’t going anywhere, Charlie. She adores you. And trust me, that’s not something that happens often. Or ever, before you came along.”

“Really?” Charlie asks, eyes wide.

“Oh yeah,” I tell him, “Remember, I went through college with Bex. And even when she bothered to keep a boyfriend around, she never cared about any of them with a thousandth of the love she has for you. You’re it, buddy boy. So get used to the idea.”

“Thank God you’re here, Siena,” Charlie breathes, “I needed that pep talk.”

“Glad to help,” I smile, “Thank you for asking me to be here for you.”

“As if there’s anyone else I’d ever ask,” he says, clapping me on the back.

“Thanks bro,” I tease, “Now listen, are you going to be OK if I leave you down here with the men folk? Your soon-to-be-wife needs me to run interference on the moms.”

“By all means,” Charlie says, “I feel much better now.”

I give him a wink and slip back into the house. “He’s all yours,” I tell the assembled guys, “Just make sure he doesn’t put his arms in his pant legs or anything. See you fellas on the other side!”

I dash back upstairs to help Bex get ready, and to slip into the most awesome bridesmaid dress that has ever been. We’re in the homestretch, now. In a few short hours, it’ll be Charlie and Bex Spano, man and wife.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN