The Bridesmaid's Checklist: Laura's Wedding (BCL Book 1) (13 page)

He was absolutely right. I was the one always detaining our relationship to go any further. He repeatedly came at me, I stopped him, and last night it had been me the one asking him to get it done.

“I was so turned on. Well, I guess you were too, babe.” He smiled at me and winked. “Anyway, we arrived at the villa and as soon I closed the door you basically tore my clothes off. By the time we got in the room, I was already half-naked, and you made me sit as you gave me the best fucking lap-dance I’ve ever had. The rest is kinda history.”

I could certainly imagine the rest of that myself.

“I knew we were both pretty drunk, but I didn’t know how much you’d actually had. Now I understand why you fell asleep on me before we could actually do anything.”

“I fell asleep?” I incredulously asked.

“Yep,” was Josh’s simple reply.

“So we didn’t…”

“We didn’t, babe.”

“But I thought… We woke up naked, and I thought…” I’d actually passed out on him?

“I totally thought we were going to,” he added with a huge grin, his eyes sparkling. “But—”

“We didn’t,” I completed for him.

“Sadly, no.”

I laughed.

“Why the hell are you laughing, Kassandra?” Josh asked, unable to keep from chuckling himself.

“Because we didn’t, and I was beating myself up ‘cause I thought we did and I couldn’t remember,” I said.

“Oh no, baby. If we did, no matter how shitfaced you were, you’d remember.”

I’d been waiting for that kind of macho statement. I laughed even harder now. “I’m so relieved.”

“That we didn’t?”

“No,” I explained, “that I didn’t forget.”

“You did forget some,” he replied, stepping closer with his smartass expression.

“Yeah, I did,” I accepted. “But I didn’t forget sleeping with you.”

“No,” Josh agreed. “That hasn’t happened…yet.”

“Not yet.”

“But it can happen,” he assured me.

I so didn’t need the assurance.

“It can.”

“You want it to happen?”

I saw that challenge in his request. “Do you?”

“Babe, do you even have to ask?”

I smiled. I certainly didn’t need to ask.

“I’ve been hard all day for you,” he added. “Just thinking about you does that to me. It’s even harder waiting, now that I know exactly how hot you look under that short black dress.” Then he pressed a hot, wet kiss to my lips.

“Then let’s go,” I said breathlessly as soon as he pulled away.

“You don’t have to say that twice.”

W
e didn’t excuse ourselves from Edward’s bachelor party, just held hands and went back to the villa.

We definitely took our time, and once we were back in our room, Josh offered me something to drink and I accepted. He put on some background music and we sat at the table next to the bar inside the suite. We talked for a little while as we enjoyed our time together. I, of course, took the chance to admire him. I loved how he seemed to put so little effort in dressing for any occasion, and he always ended up looking smoking hot. His attire was rather simple, uncomplicated, but the result was mouthwatering. He wore a thick, gray cotton shirt, designer jeans, and boots. He seemed as if he’d just walked out of one of my wet dreams—yet again.

Our conversation was really pleasant, as was his company, and I was more than eager to get to the next part of the night. Then again, why rush? We were together, we were spending the night together, and no one was stopping us this time.

As he sat next to me, I gazed at the view before us. The lights of the Las Vegas Strip definitely played their part in adding to our romantic evening. It was a reminder that we were in a magical place, one which called for romance.

“You’re beautiful,” Josh said at some point in our conversation. He then kneeled before me and placed his hands on the sides of my face. Even if I was sitting in one of our hotel’s chairs and he was on his knees in front of me, our heads were almost at the same height. Josh gently pulled my face into his to reach for a kiss. It was delicate and slow, then picked up quickly as my hands explored his arms and back. His fingers moved from my face to my shoulders, pulling down my black dress.

“God, baby, you’re not wearing a bra.” He stared in surprise as my clothing pooled around my waist. His hands automatically covered my breasts in a tender, needy caress.

“I couldn’t,” I explained, enjoying his ministrations. “The bras I brought for the trip weren’t meant for this dress. I thought you’d noticed downstairs.”

“No, I didn’t.” Josh ran his soft lips and tongue from my neck to my shoulder, then teased one of my nipples with tiny, playful nibbles. His hands seemed to be everywhere on me at once.

“I was trying to be a gentleman, looking only at your eyes instead of your body,” he added. It took me a second to understand that we were still talking about my lack of a bra. “Although, to be perfectly honest, it was your legs in that short little dress that demanded most of my attention. Not that your tits aren’t fucking perfect, ‘cause I’ve been obsessing over them for as long as I can remember.”

“Oh,” was my only reply. I wasn’t able to create a more intelligent one. The only other thing I could think to say, “Yeah, well. I didn’t pack the right bra for the dress, or panties, for that matter. So I had to be a little creative.”

Josh made a noise that sounded close to a roar, grabbed two handfuls of my ass, pulled me to him, and stood. Looking at me in the eyes he said, “I’ve had enough trying to be a gentleman. I want you, and I fucking want you now.”

I nodded and closed my legs around his waist.

He took us to our bedroom and threw me to the bed. My body only had the chance to bounce once before he was on top of mine. Josh grabbed one of my shoes with one hand, doing his best to undo my boot and remove it from my feet; his other hand got a firm grip in my hair and held my head in place as he kissed me breathless. Finally throwing my boot against the wall, he finished our kiss and said, “You better not fucking pass out on me again.”

I laughed. He stood and grabbed my other leg, making much quicker work of the second boot. Then he slid the thong from my hips and laughed as he catapulted it to the other side of the room. My black dress had bunched up around my waist, and he pulled that off too, leaving me completely naked on top of the white bed.

“I’ll never get tired of this view,” he whispered.

“You didn’t have enough last night?” I asked in a tease.

“Kass, I could look at you naked every day for the rest of my life and it might never be enough.”

That was more than what I was expecting.

“Come here,” I said, sitting up to wrap him in my arms. I kissed him, noticing his hands moving slowly over my back, my waist, my ass, as I reached for the hem of his shirt to pull it up and away.

“I love this booty. Can I have it?”

“You’re getting greedy,” I said. I pushed his jeans and boxer briefs as far as I could reach. “Take the rest off.”

Josh did as I requested and then said, “On your back, babe. Your ass and feet by the edge of the bed. I intend to finish what I started yesterday.”

I followed his instructions. Josh kneeled by the bed, took one of my ankles in each of his hands, and brought them up to his shoulders. His kisses started at my collarbone, trailing downward along my chest, stopping at each of my nipples, nibbling and biting his way in between my legs.

“I love that you’re waxed,” he said, and before I could answer, his lips went straight to my pussy, his tongue flicking in hot, fast circles around my clit.

I could only lay back and try not to be too loud, grasping the bedsheets for purchase. One of his hands pinched my nipples, playing steadily as his fingers and tongue worked together between my legs. He took his time with me, slowing down the aching rhythm of his fingers to momentarily pay attention elsewhere, sucking at my breasts, nibbling between my legs, and teasing me with a pleasure I hadn’t received in what seemed like forever. Two of his fingers made their way toward my asshole. When I didn’t stop him, he read all my cues, turning me to liquid in his hands. 

Without removing his fingers, Josh reared up with a satisfied grin. “Now it’s my turn,” he said, leaving my sweat-soaked body to grab a condom from the bathroom counter. He came back with the rubber already on, and I pushed myself back up to the wooden headboard. Josh joined me, crawling toward me before hovering over my body for a moment, breathing heavily.

I couldn't stop myself; I grabbed his dick, just to feel it in my hand, and placed it exactly where I wanted it. With a quick, hard plunge, Josh entered me, not bothering to wait before drawing out and thrusting back in again. My toes curled and I clutched his arms, thinking I’d never found a rhythm so easily and so quickly with anyone else before.

Missionary style didn’t last long before his arms encircled me, lifting me as he turned so I straddled him, riding him as he seemed to penetrate me even deeper. He paid the same amount of brilliant attention to my breasts, kissing my neck, and I took my time to give him what I wanted. I wondered then why I’d ever tried to put this off—why I’d not taken him up on his offer for a night like this the very first time.

“Tell me when you’re there, Kass,” Josh rumbled as he gazed at me. “I want you to finish.”

As if on cue, my body trembled in its second orgasm, and Josh changed our positioning in such a way that it lasted even longer. As I was about to beg him to stop his sweet torture, I felt him come inside of me.

We lay on the bed, spent, and then Josh kissed me tenderly before removing himself and stepping into the restroom. I so wanted to follow him, but my body felt like jelly and didn’t respond to my will.

“Here, babe.” He came back with a wet towel and handed it to me, watching as I cleaned myself. In that moment, I felt like I couldn’t possibly have found the energy for anything else. But I was wrong. Josh got me worked up more than once that night, officially starting our relationship with a bang.

A
fter Vegas, my life became completely unrecognizable. I was finally in a relationship with a guy who I found absolutely amazing. Even if I’d thought he was a womanizer in the beginning, Josh constantly proved he was everything I'd always desired in a man. He was kind and considerate, always thinking of what was best for me and placing me first before anything else. Besides, he was incredibly hot.

The next few weeks were ridiculously busy. I had to get ahead with work so I could leave for my vacation and Laura’s wedding. Thankfully, all the girls—and Josh—helped me out a lot. Josh even helped plan the baby shower for Natalie. She really deserved it, not only because she was one of my best friends but because, as Josh constantly reminded me, she’d been the cupid in our love story.

My routine completely changed with Josh in my life. Every afternoon, we met after work, either at his place or mine—any place, really, as long as we were together. Sometimes, it was hard to juggle our time together with work, and I wasn’t used to dividing my attention like that. But I quickly found just how worth it sharing my time actually was. Some nights, I had to ask Josh to give me some space; I needed to really get my business together if I wanted to actually take that vacation. I couldn't remember the last time I’d taken some downtime. Sure, I had some weekend getaways, but no more than three days off since Sol’s wedding. Laura’s wedding was going to offer a huge breath of relief and relaxation. And, most importantly, it was going to be my first vacation with Josh. My first romantic getaway—one that, so far, stemmed from a three-month-old relationship. That was definitely a new personal record.

I was also looking forward to actually bringing my
boyfriend
to a wedding. I brought dates to all of my friend's weddings, sure, but for the first time, I was taking someone important with me. Someone who mattered. Not a friend, or a fuckbuddy, but a man. My man. My Josh. 

~*~

“Are you ready, babe?” Josh asked as he stepped behind me. I could see his reflection in the mirror; he looked like a dream in the white linen beach shirt we’d picked together for the occasion.

“Give me five more minutes,” I replied. I was still in my panties, getting ready for Laura’s rehearsal party. Since I wanted to look my sexiest for Josh, I selected a halter-top, backless, canary-yellow mini-dress with a deep V neckline--probably more suited for clubbing than rehearsal party.

He grabbed my ass and slapped it, eliciting from me a happy yelp of surprise. “Kass, if you don’t hurry up, we might not leave the room at all,” he stated. “All I wanna do is fuck your brains out when I see you half-naked.”

“Didn’t you have enough this afternoon?”

“Beautiful, I never have enough. I’m addicted to you.”

“You’re terrible. Give me five minutes, then we’ll leave. Later on, we can decide what happens with your
addiction
.”

“I can’t wait until this is over and I have you all to myself. This stupid wedding is ruining my Kass time.”

I laughed and pushed him away. If he kept hovering around me, it would only be a matter of time before we ended up exactly as he wanted us—naked and panting on every surface of our hotel room.

We arrived in Bora Bora last Tuesday. Laura, Edward, Denise, and her husband Clay arrived with us, and so far, we’d enjoyed three wonderful days in this tropical paradise. Most of our days we spent on the beach and under the sun, relaxing and taking every romantic moment possible.

Of course, I also had to spend some time talking to the wedding planner now that we finally met in person, and I helped Denise out with planning the rehearsal dinner. Thankfully, Denise continued her assistance in all wedding-related matters, and after her success with the bachelorette party, all her hard work let me focus a lot more on the wedding.

Traditionally, the groom’s family organized and paid for the rehearsal dinner. Why Denise planned it under Laura’s direction instead was beyond me. I could only guess that Edward’s parents weren’t actually paying for anything—Edward himself was, which is how Laura got complete control instead of involving her future in-laws. Sometimes, both sets of parents chose to do the honors together, but in Laura’s wedding, it was all of her doing and choosing. Frankly, I didn’t know for sure why only Laura called the shots, but I could admit that she’d most likely become a bridezilla. If Edward’s and Laura’s parents had anything to do with the bill, I felt they needed to have some say in planning the whole thing. But nobody wanted my advice on
that.