An Outlaw Wedding(36)
“Fuck, that thing doesn’t have anything on the beast between my legs.”
Tarren rolled her eyes at Lucas’s comment, and the other guys started laughing.
“You wish.” Tawny was the one to speak, and everyone started laughing harder at what Tarren’s younger sister said.
“Okay, enough with the sex toys and the male envy. How about we really party and get drunk?” Tarren called out, and everyone raised their voices in agreement. She set the black and oddly shaped behemoth dildo on the table and pulled Alexis over to the keg. “Time to get trashed before these guys start talking about how much bigger and thicker their cocks are compared to the Gryphon,” Tarren said in a low voice.
Alexis started laughing, and glanced over at the table where the guys were currently examining the dildo like it was some kind of science experiment. She could just imagine what Nico was saying as he placed the dildo on his crotch and started doing thrusting motions. God, she loved him, even if he was an immature asshole. He turned and stared at her, as if he heard her, and made a lewd gesture with the dick still on his crotch.
“I love you, baby.” He winked and mouthed the words, and she knew he did, with his whole heart.
Chapter Ten
A year later: The wedding
Alexis couldn’t believe the day had finally come. Here she stood, in the tent that had been erected for her and her bridesmaids to dress in, staring at herself in one of those full length mirrors that was on a pedestal. She smoothed her hands down her wedding dress, and couldn’t help the goofy grin that covered her face. This was actually happening, and she was about to marry her childhood sweetheart.
“You look lovely, Alexis,” Tarren said and moved up right behind her.
“Thank you, but I’m scared shitless.” Alexis made this awkward laugh, and let her gaze travel up and down her dress. She didn’t go for the typical all white wedding gown, and not because she wasn’t a virgin anymore. Her dress was a mermaid style floor length gown with silk and organza detail. The bodice was black lace that extended down to her knees, and then the bottom billowed out in gorgeous white silk. But she was excited about the dress she would wear at the reception, because it had a little extra detail that she hoped would ensure Nico’s eyes would pop.
“I’m sure everyone is, girl.” Tarren moved away and looked at Alexis’s back. “But the dress is beautiful, the wedding and reception will go off without drama—”
“You might have spoken too soon on that.” They both started laughing.
“Okay, you’re right, but it will go off with minimal drama. I mean there are so many bikers out there waiting to see you marry Nico that it isn’t even funny. If someone wanted to fuck with you on your day they’d be the stupidest asshole around.”
Alexis nodded and turned around to see the back of the dress. She moved the long fall of hair over one shoulder. A gorgeous white silk bow was tied delicately right under her shoulder blades. She left her hair down purposefully since Nico had asked her to just for him, and had even grown it out. It fell to the middle of her back now, and her hairdresser had put tiny crystals and baby’s breath sporadically throughout the strands. It looked delicate and intricate, but in reality had been done in only a few minutes. And then there was the tiny row of crystals that made a subtle headband over the crown of her head where her veil would be attached. She closed her eyes for a moment and just breathed. “I just need to get past my nerves trying to take over. I am dreading walking down the aisle and everyone staring at me.”
“Hey, you’ll have a veil covering your face, so just close your eyes and let your dad lead the way.”
She chuckled at what Tarren said, but there was this strange tone in her friend’s voice that had Alexis opening her eyes and turning to face her maid of honor. “Tarren, what’s wrong?”
Her friend tried to look strong, but after a few seconds of Alexis staring at her, Tarren became on the verge of tears. The rest of her bridesmaids all stopped primping and turned to look at them. But Alexis didn’t have to ask them to leave, and instead they left silently and gave them a few moments of privacy.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” Alexis gestured for Tarren to sit on one of the chairs by the vanities that had been set up for the girls to get ready. Tarren was crying heavily now, and also threw in a little curse.
“I’m fucking up my make-up, dammit.” She gave a watery laugh and looked up at Alexis.
Alexis grabbed a tissue and fixed the smeared mascara under Tarren’s eyes. “All better. Now, tell me what’s wrong.” She grabbed a chair and sat in front of Tarren. “Tell me.” It took her friend a minute to compose herself, but then she sighed and wiped the rest of the wetness off her cheeks, she stared at Alexis.