“I’m glad you don’t look distraught but my offer still stands.”
I hug her, careful not to snag the beading on our dresses. My mom looks more like the sister of the bride than the mother. She’s said raising children wasn’t going to diminish her fabulousness and the fitted dress with stilettos she’s sporting means she didn’t lie.
“It’s okay. He’s not that bad.” I don’t need to run to another country to flee marriage. I’ll just fight with the crazy man.
“Translation. You’re trying to get to the wedding night.” I blush but my mom has always been candid about sex so we don’t fall for bullshit. “Oh, blushing. That must have been one hell of a preview.”
“Mom!” She shakes her head.
“I’m not stupid. That boy looks like he knows some things but I know why you were hung up on the idea of Oran. Those quiet ones can be dangerous.”
I laugh but shake my head. “I know you didn’t come back here to talk about sex, Mom.”
“Nope. I want to say I’m proud that you handled your dad’s stupidity with grace. While he did it for a reason and the outcome looks shitty, he loves you.”
“In other words, he’s outside waiting to walk me down the aisle and you’ll beat me up if I try to trip your husband.”
“I love how brilliant my babies are. You know, respect your elders, he’s still your dad, and all that jazz.” She grabs my cheeks and kisses my forehead. “Besides I give him enough hell for the both of us. You look stunning. Now you have your own husband to terrorize.”
I smile because the prospect of “terrorizing” Jagger sounds more exciting than it should. I walk out with her and my dad is standing there looking dapper as usual with his warm brown eyes and expensive custom tux. He’s been a model dad until last month. I know I’ll forgive him but it doesn’t mean I have to let him off easy.
“Sweetheart…”
“Not now, Dad. Let’s go close your deal.” My mom clears her throat and nudges me. “I mean we’ll talk later.”
“Let me just point out that it was a fifty-fifty chance for Jagger or Oran.”
I ignore that because thecould be’sandwhat if’sdon’t change what’s happening right now.
Jagger
I’m anxious.There’s something about having already fucked your bride that takes the edge of an arranged marriage but I did put her on timeout a few days ago. I’m craving her and never thought craving and Karessa would be in the same thought but here we are. I’ve still cut off communication with my mom and that dude she married. I don’t know what she’s doing now and as I prepare to get through the ceremony so I can grab my bride and make her pussy ache, I find I don’t give a fuck. It’s getting easier to let it go. Maybe it’s because I’m worried that my new favorite hobby is fucking my wife. Plus, I don’t hate Karessa. Not even a little. Or maybe it’s because I’ve gone too long without fucking her, who knows. Deep down, I’m beginning to believe I didn’t love Layla as much as I thought and maybe I was settling. She doesn’t even have an ass. Even now, I find myself adjusting my dick in my pants at the thought of burying myself in Karessa’s pussy and watching her juicy ass jiggle. Mmm.
“Down, boy,” Oran jokes from behind me.
He’s not my official best man in the wedding because it’s just Karessa and me. I didn’t want to confuse her or have to spank her if she’s looking at the best man instead of me during the vows. I know it’s a crush she’s had since she was younger so I don’t expect her to be cured in a week.
I take in his gray tweed suit and the turquoise shirt underneath and suppress a chuckle. She’s going to die when she sees him in her favorite color. I’ll just give her CPR with my dick and bring her right back to life. I didn’t give a shit about the wedding except for the outcome so I’ll see what she and Esme did when I get out there. The only thing I did was pick the song for our first dance. Karessa doesn’t know what it is so I’m amused to see her reaction
“I see you’re still early enough to see me before I go out. Did you gas up the jet?” I joke.
Oran smiles at me but I can tell something is bothering him. I also know he doesn’t want to talk about it yet. Later.
“Something told me you didn’t need one.”
“It was my dick. It probably dick dialed you and told you it’s still finding ways to make my doll beg.”
Oran rolls his eyes like he hasn’t been fucking Ainslee like a psycho but I have a copy from when she went live to prove it.
“Yeah, your dick called me, asshole. How are you with the other stuff?”
“Pissed but am aware I can’t do anything just like you couldn’t. We just have to make the best of it, you know?”
He nods. “Sure do.”
“And speaking of the best of it; my box was delivered this morning.” I can’t help the shit eating grin that pops on my face. “Let the games begin.”
“Damn, you ordered supplies for her. The pussy must be damn good.” I grunt at the memory.
