The Inconvenient Bride (6 page)

Fifty white resin lawn chairs stood tall on the pier. Each chair was draped with off-white tulle and an array of canary and baby yellow roses. Sitting on the seat of each chair was small southern shell keepsake that sparkled against the sun. The weather was mild, yet bearable, as the salty southern breeze tickled the noses of their guests. Fresh peppermint sweet tea, with a hint of lemon, was served to each inquisitive southern guest. Of course, the number one question on everyone’s mind was how this unexpected wedding ceremony came to be. No one wanted to know the answer to that question more than Carrie who sat quietly alone in her wedding limo waiting to be instructed to march down the aisle. With her mother deceased, Carrie didn't have a soul left in the world, other than Katie and Dylan. Of course, Katie had offered her assistance on her special day but Carrie had refused. Dylan was her twin and she informed her that she needed to be with him. Sitting alone now, she regretted that decision.

A loud, thunderous knock on the limo door a few minutes later startled Carrie back into reality. Her body immediately trembled in fear. She knew the knock was the definitive sign that it was time to exit the limo and begin her long walk down the aisle. Carrie quickly took a deep breath, then stepped outside of the expensive car.

The moment she was outside, she heard her wedding quartet strum a familiar tune. But, her mind was racing so fast that she couldn't recognize the song! A million thoughts quickly invaded her mind, but she refused to allow any of them to defeat her strength.

"You can do this. Carrie this is your moment." She mumbled to herself and then began her long journey towards the pier. The instant she turned the corner, the beauty of her wedding struck her like a thunderbolt. Fast and hard. Her eyes immediately darted towards the front of the pier to see if Dylan was there.

He was.

But, the real question that remained was, did he want to be there?

***

“Oh, my goodness.”
The moment Dylan saw Carrie, his best friend of nearly twenty years, every part of his body froze stiff and hard. A deep ache in his manhood erupted and he shifted his weight on the pier to keep his secret desires contained from their guests. He tried to focus his attention on other aspects of the wedding, but he couldn't look away because Carrie, “his Carrie,” simply glowed. Gone were the days of pigtails, worn jeans and frumpy tops. The woman walking towards him now, his wife, was simply gorgeous. Her long, dark curly hair had been straightened and curled. Each shimmering lock fell casually against her bare shoulders and seemed to spring effortlessly off of her flesh with each step she took.

Halfway down the aisle, Dylan was captivated by her dark and sultry midnight eyes. Without thought, his eyes quickly zoned in on each part of her exposed, baby soft skin. Oh how he wanted to sprint towards her, kiss and touch each tantalizing naked section. The mere thought sent a bolt of electric desire straight to his aching cock. He shifted again and swallowed even harder to gain his composure. But, nothing was helping. Oh Fuck. What in the hell was he thinking? Why did he have all of these strong and deep urges for Carrie? He couldn't do this. He had to stay away. It wasn't right.
Or, did he?

Throwing caution to the wind, Dylan allowed his greedy eyes to drink in her sumptuous lips. They were round and full. So much fuller than he had ever remembered. Dylan instinctively licked his lips in delight as he imagined her recently painted cherry red lips against his own. He focused in on her slender yet curvaceous frame, carefully studying how each section dipped and filled out in the right places. At that moment, he knew he wanted her. Wanted her more than he ever wanted any other woman on this earth. And, he would have his wife...tonight.

***

The entire walk down the aisle Carrie kept her eyes on Dylan. She was searching for his thoughts and feelings, but the odd look etched on his face made it hard for her to understand what was going on. When she finally made it to the foot of the pier, she shifted in her heels, puffed out her chest, and stood tall with the shoulders back, making sure she followed Edwardo's tips about making her body more appealing. And, she was absolutely appealing, from head to toe.

A tearful Katie immediately dove into her arms. "You look amazing. I almost didn't recognize you." The sweetness of the moment instantly distracted Carrie from Dylan's awkward gaze. A gaze that was gnawing away at her insecurities. After Katie held her tightly for a few seconds, she finally released her embrace, grabbed Carrie's full bouquet of yellow roses, then stepped back into her best man's spot.

One step. Two steps. Three steps. Then... Carrie slowly and cautiously turned to her future husband. The moment their eyes locked she could feel the tension but she refused to look away. This was her day. The day every woman lives for. And although the man of her dreams didn't love her the way she loved him, she wasn't going to allow his selfishness to destroy her moment of happiness. Didn't Dylan realize she was giving up everything; her freedom, her pride, and another year without mind-blowing sex in order for him to inherit his family’s company? It was time he learned to put her first for once and today was that day.

Looking directly at him now she stared at him intently.

He did the same.

The moment was pure and unscripted and every person within eye shot could sense their connection. Then it happened, standing in front of everyone. Dylan felt a sudden overwhelming desire rise up in the deepest part of his core. At first, it was a mixture of lust and pure desire, but then the feeling crept into every nerve in his system. Dylan took a deep breath and tried to shake off the raw emotion, but it was too late. The feeling had already taken up residence in the place where their friendship once resided. Yes, Dylan was in love and it was written all over his face.

"Hi Dylan. Still not talking to me?" she whispered sarcastically breaking the tension.

He didn't say a word. Instead, his eyes seared deeply into hers, leaving her completely emotionally exposed and vulnerable.

"Say something, please," she stated with a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Carrie, you are unbelievably beautiful," he said as he reached down and grabbed both her hands and placed two warm kisses on each palm. The wetness of his kiss against her flesh sent a flash of heat straight to her lower region. Her heart began to race and she quickly turned towards the officiating officer to break the tension.
Why in the hell was he playing games with her? Why would he show her affection in front of these people when obviously he was uninterested in fulfilling his part of the deal?

Keeping her eyes locked on the officiating officer, a flustered Carrie blocked out every word and sound around her except the deafening sound of doubt.
He will never love you. Why are you doing this? You are way out of his league? Will this destroy your friendship forever?
With a million unanswered questions surfacing in her head Carrie almost forgot to utter the words, "I do!" It wasn't until she heard the officiating officer say, "You may kiss the bride!" that she realized she had blocked out her entire wedding. A wedding she was beginning to regret.

Silence quickly invaded the outdoor space as their wedding guests sat on the edge of their seats anticipating Carrie and Dylan's first kiss as husband and wife. A kiss, really? Carrie thought as she instinctively turned her left cheek towards her best friend. But, Dylan wasn't looking for a friend. He was looking for something much more. Without thought or hesitation, Dylan placed both of his massive hands on her face. "Dylan, what are you doing?" She faintly whispered with a slight quiver in her voice.

"I'm trying to tell you…I love you." Of course she knew that he loved her, but unfortunately, he only loved her as a friend.

"I know," she stated unenthusiastically.

He then leaned in closer. So close that the tips of their noses touched.

"Do you, really?"

"Look, now is not the time to discuss what happened, yesterday. We can talk about it later."

"No, now is the time!"

"Dylan, it’s our wedding. Just let me pretend we are hap…" Dylan couldn't listen to her rambling words anymore. He needed her. He needed her in a way he never needed anything. He cut her off mid-sentence and dove in fast and free. She moaned as his mouth came racing down against her lips. The moment they touched, a fire ignited between the two. Carrie quickly parted her lips as Dylan’s tongue plunged into the wet canal of her mouth.

"Mrs. McCray, please more," he moaned in between sweet succulent kisses. Carrie's virgin body responded instantly to his request. She dipped her neck back and wrapped her arms around him tightly. A rush of intense emotions rocked their sex-craved bodies.

"Oh Dylan!" Carrie gasped in delight and then cocked her head back so he could have better access to her mouth. Dylan thrusted his tongue in again and the crowd applauded in delight.

But, they both were unmoved by the chants and cheers, so much so, that Dylan's needy hands moved from her face down to her waistline. Once there, he pulled her strong and hard against his growing cock. The moment she felt his jackhammer against her waist, she stepped back and opened her sex-hazed eyes.

Carrie looked petrified. Dylan quickly grabbed her hand and escorted her the crowded aisle and towards the limo, ignoring hugs and smiles along the way. Once inside, he instructed the driver to roll up the partition and drive towards the reception.

"Dylan, what was that? Please, just stop it. We don’t have an audience anymore. You don't owe me anything!" She spat, kicking off her four inch heels.

"Oh, but I do."

"No. I've decided that I will find someone else to teach me the art of lovemaking. I don't think it’s a good idea to cross our friendship line. Last night, when you didn't call, I knew I had pushed you too far. I can't risk losing you and Katie."

He didn't say a word. Instead, he took off his tuxedo jacket and unbuttoned his tie. Then, he inched in close to her. She flinched as he approached. His closeness was driving her insane with desire.

“You will never lose me Carrie.”

“Dylan…”

“Hush.” He whispered as he ran his hands through her free flowing hair. He licked his index finger, then placed it on her hot, tempting mouth. He traced the line of her full lips with his finger until she quivered.

"Dylan, don't!" she managed to unconvincingly utter, but it was too late. He leaned in and kissed her again. This time, slow and tender. The way he needed to kiss his bride. He nibbled and sucked aggressively on her lower lip until she squirmed with delight in the seat.

"More," she moaned as he thrust his tongue in her wet cavern, hard and strong. She responded by pulling and tugging him close, moaning and pleading in his ear.

"I'll give you more," Dylan said as drank in her sweet, innocent aroma. He watched as she desperately touched her own body looking and searching for a satisfying release. He knew immediately he needed to respond to his wife's sexual frustration before the reception. Of course, later that night, he would lay her down and provide her with a full buffet of sexual delights that would blow her mind. Yes, he planned on servicing his wife completely. But first, he needed to set a few things on the record straight. He willed himself to stop touching her sweet flesh.

"Carrie, lesson one. Don't ever tell me I can't have you. And don't you ever let another man touch what belongs to me."

"Dylan, please, please don't tease me." She said with tears in her eyes.

The look of pain on her face caused him to pull her into his strong lap. He held her close as she shivered in his embrace.

"Tease you? Never!" he stated as he wiped her tears away. "Relax baby, and let me take care of you. You need this and so do I." He laid her down on the warm leather seat as he gently tugged her wedding dress up, careful not to tousle her elegant wedding attire.

"What are you doing Dylan?"

"Taking care of my wife. It’s time you learned to explode with pleasure." Reaching under her dress he pulled her soaking wet panties off.

"Ahh," she moaned.

"Yes, moan, plead, and beg for me, Carrie."

"Oh Dylan, please help me!" She screamed overwhelmed with desire.

"I plan on doing just that. Now, it’s time for you to cum for me," he demanded as he pushed her wedding dress up and opened her legs wide.

"Dylan, yes!"

"Let me taste you, baby," he stated as he greedily nibbled on her clit, tugging and pulling her folds just right. He placed one finger inside her tight, warm pussy.

"How does that feel?" he said while immediately thrusting two other plump fingers in her aching core.

"Oh my goodness, Dylan. I need you to taste me, again," she moaned in delight.

"Wish granted," he purred as he spent the next few minutes tasting her sweetness and plunging his fingers into her body until she began to shake with pleasure. The feeling became so intense that Carrie grabbed his strong shoulders tightly, and drove her nails into his flesh. She greedily kissed and licked his neck passionately until a tingling sensation formed in the base of her core, causing her to buck wildly against his frame.

Dylan knew it was time. Driving his fingers securely in her tight core, he found her spot and then dipped his head down to suck and tease her aching, throbbing breasts. She twisted and turned, searching desperately, for a full orgasm. His next words gave her the confidence she need to explode.

"I love you, Carrie McCray. Cum for me, now." Immediately, he felt her chamber walls collapse around his massive fingers. Carrie shrieked in delight as she came once, twice, three times against him.

The moment was perfect and Dylan smiled knowing he had not only just pleased his best friend, but more importantly his new wife.

CHAPTER SIX

"I want you so badly." Dylan whispered seductively into his wife's sensitive ear for the fourth time; since they sat down to enjoy their wedding dinner in the grand ballroom of the Omni Hotel located in the heart of downtown Charleston.