Twisted By Desire (Lust, Desire and Love Trilogy #1) Page 22

  He lifted his head, stroked his hand through my hair, and gazed down at me. “Jesus, Nikki, if I don’t feel your pussy squeezing around me soon, my head is going to burst.”

  I pulled my mouth back off him. “We can’t have that.” My legs spread wide, and my sex ached for him. He positioned himself in front of me and pushed himself into me, stretching and filling me. He moaned through clenched teeth as he slid his length deep into my core. He dragged back through my gripping walls, then plunged back in fast.

  His hands clasped mine, holding them over my head, tight to the bed while he lowered his mouth, hovering just above mine, licking my lips, thrashing with my tongue. I could taste myself on him as he continued thrusting. “Damn, baby, you feel so fucking good.”

  His raspy voice made me spasm and pushed me closer to losing control.

  He released my hands and moved his arms under my knees and pushed them forward, forcing my knees to nearly touch my ears and my greedy pussy to take all of him.

  “Fuck me hard, Jeff, fuck me really hard.” He impaled me deep and hard, and our wet skin collided over and over. “Damn!” I went over the edge with him ramming into me. “Shit, don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop!” I wanted him to use me until I was unconscious. I couldn’t get enough of him. He pounded in me for what seemed like fifteen more minutes.

  “I can’t take it anymore; I’m going to cum.”

  “Give it to me, baby.”

  “Uh,” he grunted out through his pained I’m-cumming face. I found my final release as his hot cum filled me.

  He collapsed on top of me, and we both struggled to catch our breath. I had a little more difficulty trying to breathe under his weight. He must have sensed it because he rolled off and laid beside me, draping me with his powerful arm and pulling me tight to him.

  Sometime later, I jumped and realized we had fallen asleep. Everyone was going to come home and wonder where we were. I hoped everything was okay with Abby. I had to get showered and back to the house to check my phone. My mind was racing. Then his large hand extended over my thigh and pulled me back into him. I fell into his embrace and back under his spell. I didn’t give a damn about anything else for the next thirty minutes except Jeff and the encore performance.

  Chapter 27

  The weekend was unbelievable. The past five days with Jeff made me feel like we had grown closer. We had Sunday and Monday practically all to ourselves after Gary and his family left.

  It felt weird. I had a hard time admitting the feeling. I had always thought there would only be one true love in my life. As much as I loved Sky, the thought of ever loving another man that much hadn't seemed possible. Not that I loved Jeff like I loved Sky, but I was falling. And fast. Yet, as good as this feeling was, I couldn’t help but feel kind of guilty. In a strange way, I felt like I was betraying Sky. I still loved him. I had never expected I would be able to love anyone else as long as he was alive.

  There was so much I still didn't know about Jeff, though. What if I ended up finding out something that was a complete deal breaker? And I often wondered why he didn't ever talk about his family. Maybe he didn't have any living family. One day, I'd ask.

  The wedding planning was falling behind. I felt so overwhelmed with the details and the upcoming trip to Atlanta. Thank God for Candace’s cousin; she had a friend who worked at a large hotel chain and was able to get us a discount on three rooms. I had to get as much done as possible before we left because Christmas was going to cause some planning activities to completely halt.

  The wedding invitations would be in by the end of the week, and Jeff still hadn’t given me his guest list. I'd have to make that priority number two on the weekend and work on other things. I still had no idea what wedding favors to pick. The choices were too many.

  We hadn’t talked about the honeymoon too much, but Jeff tossed out a couple of ideas. Hawaii and Jamaica were my top two choices. I’d never been to either. I liked the idea of Jamaica, but Hawaii sounded better for a honeymoon. I planned on wrapping that decision up when he came home for the following weekend, then he could get whoever from his job to get everything set up.

  I didn’t have the person who was going to officiate the ceremony lined up yet, I had no idea how many hotel rooms to reserve, I didn’t have a dress yet, but in thirteen days I’d be in Atlanta, and the DJ was still up in the air. I was going fucking crazy and had just over two months to get this all done.

  My concentration was for shit at work. It seemed I was doing just enough to keep from drawing attention to myself. I’d managed to go unscathed through the week so far and had finally made it to Friday. Caffeine was the official word of the day -- coffee, and lots of it. I grabbed my mug off my desk. I stood way too fast and got lightheaded. The late-night Skype and wand sessions were taking a toll on me. I had to get more rest. After regaining my wits, I headed to the break room and ran into Tristan.

  He gave me his normal happy-go-lucky smile. “Are you going to make it for happy hour tonight?”

  “I’m not sure. I want to, but I really need to keep working on this wedding.”

  “You also need to take a break every now and then. You’re going to go insane sweating the details.”

  “The details are what either makes it a success or flop. But maybe I’ll just come out for an hour.”

  “That’ll be cool. I’ll let the others know.” He walked away. He was right; the planning was eating me alive. The break, even for an hour, would do me good.

  By five o’clock, I was spent. “All work and no play will make Jill a dull girl,” Georgia said trying to lighten my mood some.

  “I know, but time is getting away from me.”

  “I’ll help you next week. I’ll have some time.”

  “I’ll kiss the ground you walk on. I need help. Jackie’s been so tied up with work, she doesn’t have much time right now, either. She’s got some time after we get back from Atlanta.”

  “Don’t worry; it’ll all work out. Let’s go get a drink. We both need one.”

  I ordered a Bud Light. I was scared if I started drinking mixed drinks, I’d close the place down, have to be poured into a cab, and shipped to Jeff’s house. Luckily for me, Georgia only stayed for an hour, so when she left, I went out with her.

  Sky picked up Abby after school and was keeping her until Sunday. I really needed the break from her so I could concentrate on this wedding. I got home and spent more time on the guest list. I had seventy-eight people I wanted to invite. I did include an invitation for my dad. That left Jeff with over one hundred for his list.

  I was startled awake by Jeff’s hand stroking down my hair and face. “Good morning, baby doll.”

  “What …” I yawned, “What time is it?”

  “It’s ten fifteen.”

  “Oh my god, I fell asleep last night staring at this list. I came upstairs at seven thirty.”

  “Yeah, I tried to call you but got no answer.”

  “I’m so sorry. Damn it. And I wanted to get this done last night, too.”

  “Don’t apologize; if you’re tired, you’re tired.” He kissed my forehead. “Let’s go get something to eat. We’ll go out.”

  “Sounds good to me.” I stood from the bed and instantly was bowled over by a wave of nausea and dizziness.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I just got dizzy for a minute.”

  “I don’t think that’s normal, is it? I mean, I haven’t seen you do that before.”

  “It’s happened a couple times. I’m okay, though.” Once it subsided, I grabbed my clean things from my drawer to go take a shower.

  “I’m starving.” I looked over my shoulder at Jeff sitting on the edge of the bed with his head resting in his hands. “We need to talk about the guest list.”

  “We will, just hurry up.”

  I went into the bathroom and after making sure the water was perfect, stepped into the shower. “Babe, can you go get me some Maalox? I have the worst indigestio
n.”

  “Yeah.”

  A few minutes later while I was drying myself off, Jeff walked in with the antacids and held his hand up to my mouth while I licked them off him like a horse taking sugar cubes. It took a few minutes for them to calm my stomach down, but then I felt good as new.

  “I’m ready.”

  He pulled me into him tight, wrapped his arms around my waist, and stared into my eyes. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

  I felt myself flush. “Thank you.”

  He crooked his neck down and ran his fingers from my lower back, up my spine, over each vertebra, up my neck, raising goose bumps on my skin, and through my hair. His lips skimmed mine. My lips parted in anticipation of him. He licked at my lips with light brushes of his tongue before he consumed me. The heat coursed through my body like wildfire. I wanted him so bad -- right here, right now. Then he released his lips from mine; and was still hovering over me when he whispered, “We have all day, but first, we need food. Later I look forward to hearing you beg me to take you, then hearing you beg me to stop.”

  I cleared my throat as I fought my urge to begin the begging right now. “Let me get dressed real quick. We need to go before we don’t leave.” I slipped on my garments, then I clasped his hand in mine and walked to the door.

  Jeff surprised me by taking the drive to Island Way Grill in Clearwater Beach. Their brunch was exquisite. The whole ride there, I was craving scrambled eggs and pancakes, but instead had pancakes, ham, wings, and shrimp. The smell of the eggs made me want to hurl so I avoided them like the plague. I tried almost every sweet pastry that was out and enjoyed a couple mimosas. By the time we left, I was stuffed and had a nice buzz.

  We walked along the beach for a few minutes before deciding to make the drive back.

  The ride was quiet until I broke the silence, “How are you coming along with the guest list?”

  “I have about sixty people on it. How’s yours?”

  “I have seventy-eight. I can’t think of anyone else.”

  “I feel the same, so maybe we have a smaller wedding than we planned.”

  “That’s fine with me as long as we each have everyone there we want.”

  He glanced at me and reached to place his large hand over mine. “As long as we’re there, that’s all that matters. Fuck everyone else.”

  Hmm, well, isn’t that special. “Yeah.” I sighed. “So you gave me Hawaii and Jamaica to choose from for the honeymoon. I think I want to go to Hawaii.”

  “I was hoping you’d pick there.”

  “By the way, what are you going to do the weekend I’m in Atlanta?”

  “I didn’t realize you’d be there the whole weekend. I’ll think of something, I guess.”

  “You guys need to get to finding tuxes. It’s not like any of you besides Connor are ‘off the rack’ size.”

  “He’s supposed to be setting that up. I’ll check with him later.”

  “I have too much to do in two months time. And Christmas is right around the corner, which makes things even more difficult.”

  “Relax; do what you can do.”

  “Easy for you to say; you’re not here running around like a chicken with no head, trying to work, trying to make arrangements and phone calls, hoping you’re doing what you’re supposed to be while hoping you don’t get fired.”

  “You can only do so much. The wedding will be perfect no matter what. And if I tell you I’m going to do something, don’t second guess me. I don’t need you to fucking lose your shit on me.”

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I’m just so tired, and everything is getting on my nerves. I’m turning into a damn wreck. The stress is killing me.”

  “I have the perfect stress relief for you. You will be rejuvenated in no time. I have this perfect private oasis for you.” He laughed.

  I knew what that meant, and I was ready to let the begging commence.

  Chapter 28

  The weekend went by so fast. The next week and a half went even faster. Georgia was so much help. We got the invitations all mailed out, and she helped me come up with a first cut of a play-list for the DJ. Her brother had agreed to take on the DJ role. I’d never heard him, but she swore he was very good and I wouldn’t be disappointed. Jeff assured me he would review the playlist on the weekend after they got their tux fittings done. I made sure to include his requested groups and songs. I had heard a few of the songs, but some of the group names I didn’t know. He told me to make sure all the line dancing songs were put together so that shit could get done and over with all at once.

  Before I knew it, it was Wednesday the twelfth and we were on the road. The ride was quick and without any issues. We had to be at the store on Thursday the thirteenth. My stomach was churning with excitement and anxiety. I wanted to jump up and down screaming with joy and at the same time wanted to cry fearing that I would leave without a gown. I didn’t even know what style I wanted. A ball gown, mermaid -- I had no fucking idea. I was thinking I needed an off-white gown, but what if the one I loved only came in white? I wanted to go throw up!

  Mom and I were set up to share a room. I was so tired that by the time we got checked in, and I finished my brief conversation with Jeff, I laid down in my bed and fell asleep.

  Before I knew it, it was morning. I was not woken up by an alarm clock, instead it was my mom whispering in my ear. “Are you ready to find your dress, sweetie?”

  I stretched and sat up, still tired. I needed coffee, which mom had sitting on the nightstand beside me. She was fully clothed and ready to go. The hotel clock next to my coffee read seven forty-five.

  “The others are up already, we’re just waiting for you to get ready.” Mom sipped her coffee.

  “Okay, I’ll get a quick shower and make up my face. Are we getting anything to eat?”

  “They have some pastries downstairs, we can grab something on our way out.”

  “Awesome,” I sang as I stood. The dizziness caught me off guard and I immediately sat on the edge of the bed.

  “I really think you should go get a check-up, dear.”

  “I will. After we get back, I’ll make an appointment.”

  “Good. Is there anything I can help you get?”

  “Can you grab my make-up bag out of my carry-on suitcase? I can get my clothes out of the other bag.”

  She took the make-up into the bathroom, then sat back down at the small table with the remote in her hand. “I’ll be done in a jiffy.”

  “We have time. If you need me or feel dizzy, please call for me.”

  “I think I’m fine.” I ducked into the bathroom and took my shower, dressed, and applied my make-up. I pulled my towel-dried hair back into a loose side ponytail.

  “I guess I’m ready.” She frowned when I raised my eyebrows at her. I slung my purse on my shoulder and picked up my coffee.

  “Relax, dear; it’s just a dress.” We walked out and she pulled the room door closed tight. We stopped by and rounded up the rest of my crew, then went to the lobby so each of us could get a pastry before we walked down to wait for Jackie to get the car.

  “What if we can’t agree on a dress, Mom? What if I love something and you all hate it? And what if I find something I like but my boobs are too small and I can’t get it? What if Jeff hates the gown I pick?”

  “Sweetie, you get the dress that makes you happy. You’ll know it when you find it. You’ll be beautiful, and Jeff will love it.” Jackie brought the car around and picked us up, then drove the few minutes over to the shop. She dropped us all off out front while she went to park the car.

  I wrapped my arms around my mom and tears flowed uncontrollably. “I love you, Mom.” I hated that I was being so emotional over finding a damn dress.

  “I love you too, dear.” Her arms held me tight to her. “Let’s go and say yes to a dress.”

  I smiled, but the tears still trickled down my face as I caught a glimpse of the sales lady walking toward us.

  “Hi, ladies; so who’s t
he bride?”

  I raised my hand slowly wiping at my eyes and nose.

  “Well, good grief, is this a happy occasion?”

  “Yes, it is. It really is,” I said. “I’m Nikki.”

  “Great to meet you, Nikki. So the camera crew will be here shortly. Once they arrive, I’ll greet y’all and ask who the bride is. Once you acknowledge you are, you’ll do your introduction: give your name, your age, and where you’re from. Then I’ll ask who all you brought with you and you’ll go around and introduce everyone. Everything okay so far?”

  “Yes.”

  “Great; then, after the introductions, I’d like you to tell everyone who you’re marrying and how you met your fiancé. After that, we’ll talk about when the wedding is. You can tell me in months or years or days and tell me a little about the venue. I’ll ask you if you have any idea what style dress you’re looking for. Do you have a particular style in mind?”

  “I have no idea. I looked at some dresses online, but it’s so hard to tell. I think I want an off-white gown. This is my second marriage.” Jackie walked in and found us. She squeezed in near Georgia.

  “We will do our best to find your dress, but don’t rule out the white gowns just because this is wedding number two. Pick what you love.”

  “Who’s the maid of honor; is she here?” Jackie lifted her hand. “What’s your name?”

  “Jackie.”

  “Do you have any ideas, as far as style, what you think would look best on the bride?”

  “A black gown with a black veil.” She rolled her eyes. “Just kidding. I think she would look stunning in a fitted gown; nothing that looks real southern belle-like.”

  “When we get to that segment where I ask Nikki about the style she’s looking for, I’d like you to speak up and state what you think. Anyone have a different opinion?”

  My mom raised her hand. “I’m the bride’s mother. I like the ball gown southern belle look. I’d at least like her to try that on.”