Adam cleared his throat because a few of his macho buddies had snickered when he said I was the one who hit Danny. He turned in their direction. "Yeah, we double teamed him, but he was a huge guy and Marley had a great arm."
He directed his loving gaze back to Stevie. "Remember, when we were in art class in eighth grade?" This time he glared at his buddies before the snickers could begin. "Yeah, I took art class. I thought it would be an easy A." He looked back to Stevie. "Remember when Mrs Casper said you were horrible at depth and line and you shouldn't consider a career in art? You were so upset you threw your sketch away." Oh my God, if that boy didn't reach into his jacket pocket and pull out Stevie's crumpled drawing from the eighth grade! He held it across his chest so she could see it. I heard gasps of shock from every woman there. Combined together, we sounded like a freaking birdcall. Stevie was completely bawling now, and as maid of honour, I did my job and handed her a handkerchief. I wished I'd had the foresight to bring one for myself. "Babe, I always thought you were amazing. I always knew you had mad skills.
"The best night of my life before tonight was prom. I remember seeing you in your white dress that night and wondering if I'd get to stand next to you like this in another white dress. I'm so happy I do. I thought when I went away to college that you'd find someone else, but you stuck with me, even though I have a million faults. I didn't have to wonder about myself. I knew I wouldn't find anyone else, because you were and will always be the girl of my dreams. The girl next door, the girl I sometimes bullied, the girl who gave me her first kiss. The only girl to slap me, but I did totally deserve it. The girl that made me so insanely jealous when she dated Antoine, the French exchange student, that I still can't eat a croissant to this day. Stevie, you are the girl I've always loved, and the one I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life with."
Yep, he was that good. The muffled sounds of women swooning and crying filled the night air. When you could physically make a woman swoon with mere words, especially when they were said to another girl, you were a special guy. You knew on the ride home, those women were going to turn to the men in their lives, and say ‘why can't you be more like him'. Stevie had worried she would cry during her vows and not be able to finish, but she was fine. In the end, she did cry though because of what Adam said to her. At that moment, I loved Adam even more, because I knew he would take care of Stevie like she deserved.
It was a crazy night and I didn't truly relax until Rick held me in his arms and we danced.
"I've been looking forward to this all night," he said to me.
"Copping a feel on the dance floor," I replied, giggling. The man's hand was dangerously close to my behind.
"That's a bonus. I just wanted to dance with the second most beautiful girl here."
I was glad he'd said that because Stevie was definitely the most beautiful girl tonight.
"You have no idea how hard it was for me to watch you dance with that other guy."
I scrunched my nose. "Jason, Adam's cousin? You know I had to dance with him since he's the best man."
"I know, but it didn't make it any easier for me. He held you closer than he needed to in my opinion."
I laughed. "You are a possessive one, aren't you?"
"I guess you bring that out in me, Marley. You make every emotion sharper for me whether it's frustration or joy or … lust."
"Funny, I guess I could say the same thing about you, Rick. You don't have to worry about Jason, he's not my type."
"Oh, why is that, baby?"
"Because, I've decided I like businessmen who wear suits and ties even when they don't have to, the kind with funny conjoined surnames that have double meanings and infinity symbol tattoos that I can trace with my tongue."
"Stop it, you naughty girl, you're making me very hard and I have some stuff to tell you."
"What do you have to tell me?"
"I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me. How special you are."
I put my hand to his mouth before he could say anymore. I knew he was about to say something that would melt my heart. He may have even told me he loved me and I didn't ever want to hear the words. It would make what I had to do so much harder. I didn't want him to proclaim his love when I couldn't say it back. It's not that I didn't feel it, but I wasn't going to lead him down a path of misery for my own selfishness. This week and the wedding had been freaking emotional enough. Tonight was some sort of pinnacle for all that emotion and I was having difficulty deciphering my feelings, like a fine wine that tastes so sweet you don't even realise you're getting drunk. I didn't trust my reaction to Rick's words.
I grabbed his tie and pulled him closer to me. "I have a question for you first. Are you trying to tempt me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you didn't freaking shave today and you're wearing my favourite tie. It's all a girl can do to keep from jumping your bones." He actually had shaved, but there was a slight stubble on his face, and it was turning me on fiercely.
He laughed. "I know how much you like being tickled and I love pleasing you, Garter Belt Girl." His nickname for me caused delicious tingles to generate in my tummy.
I spoke to him in my best Brit accent, "Mr Randy, I require your assistance."
"What can I help you with, love?" he replied in a British accent of his own. I felt the dampness immediately because Rick's British enunciations were crazy sexy.
"I'm looking for a place to fuck you. Where would you like to be fucked?"
He chuckled. "Anywhere but the arse."
I laughed at his joke, but damn if he wasn't totally turning me on. "Can you keep up that accent? You sound like Daniel Craig when he played James Bond."
"Does Daniel Craig turn you on, my love?"
"No baby, you turn me on. Sounding like Daniel Craig is just a bonus. I really like James Bond."
"What a coincidence because you sound like James Bond too when you try to do a British accent, but when Sean Connery played him."
"Oh yeah? Well, I guess I'll just have to use my French impression to lure you then, monsieur." My French accent wasn't much better. I tried to sound like Juliette Binoche, but it came out Gerard Depardieu.
"You don't have to use an accent to lure me. Your voice is sexy enough, especially when you're screaming my name. Now, the only question is, where can I hear you scream it?"
We were talking quietly and the music was loud, but I still glanced around nervously to make sure we were not overheard.
"Rick, someone once told me if two people want to fuck bad enough, finding a place isn't that difficult."
"Sounds like a smart man, so let's follow his advice."
I led him through the grounds and inside the main building into the most girly room in the world. Everything was pink, white, frilly and flowery. I locked the door behind us.
"What's this?" Rick asked me.
"This is where Stevie got ready," I answered, sitting on the rose patterned chaise and patting the place next to me for him.
"This is where you want to do it?" Rick looked around curiously.
"It was either this or the woman's bathroom and trust me, I don't want Great Aunt Fern walking in on us.
He walked over to me and knelt down next to me on the floor. He slid his hands up my legs.
"Yes, we can't have that. You're wearing a garter belt." He let his fingers trail along the suspender portion.
I laughed. "You bought me so many I figured I should wear them."
He slid his hands all the way up my dress until they encircled the lacy part of my underwear.
"I have to tell you the rules," I said, already breathless from his touch.
"We have rules again?"
"Yes, tonight we do. You can't mess up my hair and you have to fuck me with all my clothes on."
"We've done that before, except that your hair looks so beautiful it might be hard to resist."
"Dillon thinks it looks beautiful too. He worked on it for an hour and he'll totally freak if it's messy."
"All right, baby, I can work with those rules." He edged up and pushed me on my back. "Now slide up." I edged backwards on the chaise using my elbows. Rick placed an arm on each side of my stomach and followed me.
"Turn around, baby. It'll be hard for me not to touch you if I'm looking at you."
I turned and he took both my hands and placed them on the backrest of the chaise. "Hold on tight," he commanded. Rick was a complete type A personality, especially in the bedroom. I liked how he took charge and dominated. It was a complete turn on for me.
He lifted my skirt over my back and rubbed my behind. I could feel the lace of my panties and the warmth of his hand. Then the gentle pulse of his finger inside me. "You are so wet, Marley, how is it possible that you could be this wet from my voice, love?" he said with the British accent. I moaned out because the combination of his finger pulsing inside me with that accent made everything in my body clench. "You have the most beautiful ass I've ever seen."