I could hardly breathe. Why was he torturing me like this? My feelings were chaotic and I hadn’t ever experienced sentiments like this before. Most of the people I knew got divorced or were miserable in their marriages. Jumping in may be too much for me to handle.
“Let’s get this show on the road.”
He walked me into the house with his hand around my waist and Natalie came running down the large staircase. We hugged, which took me out of Simon’s hold. As much as I loved Nat, the hug was nothing compared to Simon’s simple touch, which was splendid because I needed some space to let my panties dry and get my mind out of the damn gutter.
Natalie grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs before I even got to say bye to Simon; however, I did manage a brief glance. His eyes were trained on mine, but his smile was missing. He sported a childish pout that I wanted to kiss. Damn his sexy face. Menace. Panty fucking destroyer.
It wasn’t long before he came upstairs with my things. The whole time staring at me while I was reintroduced to his sister Vanessa and his mother. Natalie laughed and sent him on his way. I was torn about him leaving. I didn’t want to him to go, but I also didn’t want him to see Natalie undressed again. She told me about the embarrassing moment between them, one day on the phone. Simon walked in on Natalie satisfying Cam in the gym. Since then, I harbored irrational jealousy towards her.
I could tell Nat wanted to ask me about the ride from the airport, but she knew I wouldn’t dish out any details in front of others. I was a total social butterfly, but my private life was just that— private.
The stylists did our hair and makeup for the next two hours, which in actuality felt like a whole day. It wasn’t that I didn’t like to get pampered; I just wanted to see Simon again. I missed him. That short ride had solidified the longing I had for him, making it nearly unbearable to be away from him. I hoped to hell it wasn’t permanent. I didn’t want to be a clingy chick, but I couldn’t help my feelings. Maybe it was just because I was horny as hell.
I was still a virgin, but my mind went to visions of sex in the driver’s seat or on the front lawn, or my back pressed against the stairs as Simon fucks me up them. My thighs vibrated with needed attention. I squeezed my eyes closed trying to ease the ache, but with them shut, Simon appeared. He gave me a crooked grin, his blue eyes full of wicked intentions. He dropped to his knees, his brow arched as he forcefully pushed my thighs apart. Smiling mischievously, he started placing kisses on my pussy. I moaned aloud and became fully mortified when I heard, “I want the hairstyle she’s having.”
The room of women roared with laughter and my pale face pinked. With a shrug, I joined them but knew Simon was a menace. I was going to need attention on my kitty soon or I would embarrass myself worse than I already had.
Chapter Six
The moment I caught sight of Emmy walking down the aisle I wanted to rush to her like I was the one getting married today. Hell, I was ready to push over Cam and take his place. My heart thumped like a Timbaland beat while my dick throbbed. I had that thick fucker tucked against my waistband hiding it with my suit coat, but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to undo my jacket all night. My cock was tearing my pants at the seam as I watched her walk toward me. She had a nervous but happy smile.
Her dress was pink, but a much softer shade than what she had on earlier. It flowed down her body but tightened and cupped her big breasts, accentuating them even more. Even with tits abound, she still looked elegant. Her hair was in some up-do thing with strands of her curly locks hanging around her face. Her lips were a glossy peach color and I wondered if they tasted like it. Fuck, I would love to eat her peach. My eyes moved to the length of the gown. It went to her feet, but I could see her painted pale pink toenails peeking out with each step. I hadn’t found toes sexy until now; then again, everything about Emmy was sexy to me.
I liked that the dress was floor-length because if it were shorter, I might have had to break a motherfucker or two’s jaw. The one she had on this morning would never be worn in public again because that shit was way too short for public consumption. When she walked up the stairs, I got a great view of her thigh right where her ass met it. That sight had me grunting, almost coming in my pants. After getting her in the house, I grabbed her luggage. When I got to the staircase, I was torn. I didn’t know if I was going to let her keep her planned room or have her shit put into mine, but knowing she might need some of the items in the suitcase now, I handed it over.
My eyes scanned the crowd; there were too many eligible bachelors here. I wanted to poke each one of their eyes out for ogling what was mine. They all took in her appearance and I knew some of these fucks were getting hard thinking about getting at her. That shit wasn’t going to happen. I needed to keep tabs on her all night.