An hour or so later, Bean’s nails are hot pink, mine are bright blue, and our middle fingers are accented with glitter and jewels. Is it slightly immature? Sure. Do we care? Not even a little bit.
As we’re leaving, Haven walks in wearing a hoodie that’s about five sizes too big.
“Ooh, I like. Those would make flipping Grant off even more fun than normal. I figured I’d take advantage of Raeraehanging with Henry and the guys golfing, and come get rid of these fancy ass things.” She wiggles her French-tipped fingers at us after pushing her sleeves up.
“We’re hitting the spa again now. Come find us or text us when you’re done. We’ll have lunch and chat. Maybe have a movie night or something,” Lizzie tells her.
“Um, did you know they have a game room here?” Haven asks us.
“What?” We both answer in unison like cartoon characters.
“Yeah.” Her cheeks go pink. “There’s a pool table, dart boards, some pinball machines, and even skeeball. Uh, Dax and I found it after the rehearsal dinner. We could go hang out there. Maybe print out pictures of people we hate and put them on the dart boards.”
And that’s how, after stuffing our faces with more amazing food and giving Haven the third degree about Dax (which earns us basically no information), we end up throwing darts at pictures of Calvin and Stephanie while discussing possible vacation destinations.
I’m still debating where I want to go with Alex, I think because literally anywhere would be amazing with him, but Bean finally chooses where she wants to go and calls the airline after we grab coffees and chairs in our little hidden sitting area…only to find out that somehow, the cheaters were able to change the name on the plane ticket from Elizabeth Boyd to Stephanie Boyd, and moved the flight up. They took off just a couple of hours after leaving the wedding venue.
Since Bean’s basically unable to speak in full sentences after getting off the phone with the airline, I call the resort in Cancun. When Bean made the reservation, she used the credit card Alex designated for all things wedding to pre-pay for the all-inclusive option. But Calvin was able to check in a few days early.
At this point, those assholes are taking a two-week vacation on Alex’s dime. Luckily, he knows some of the best lawyers in the entire country. He won’t really give a shit about the money, but fuck, who has the gall to do something like that? Katie overhears us talking about it and threatens to fly down to Cancun herself, sneak into the room, and steal their underwear or something.
I’m inclined to believe it’s more than a threat when I see her start to search for tickets on her phone.
Bean’s chill attitude of the day is blown to shit.
“Let’s have a big bonfire tonight. I want to burn everything wedding-y,” she says at dinner. “We can roast marshmallows over the charred remains of my false future, and I’ll rise out of the ashes like a mother fucking phoenix.”
Okay, so she might be a little drunk. Who can blame her, really?
“Lizzie, be reasonable. A lot of the stuff can be sold or used later.” Tiffany’s sitting at a different table than we are, but has hardly stopped glaring at us, or adding comments, since she sat down.
“Burn whatever the fuck you want to, kiddo,” Alex says, shooting his own glare at Tiffany.
“Your new boyfriend is cool,” Bean stage whispers.
“Meh, he’s okay,” I respond with a wink.
We make plans to meet outside in an hour for wedding-dress-burning and s’more-making. Bean goes with Katie to retrieve the bag of cloth kindling while Alex and I head to the suite so he can shower and I can grab the pretty blue bridesmaid’s dress I’ll never wear again. Once there, Alex undresses and starts the water. Then he turns to me and cocks an eyebrow.
“What?” I ask him.
“You’re still dressed.”
“Oh, am I taking a shower, too?” I sass, hand on my hip and everything.
“Get naked, sunshine.” His voice is all low and sexy.
How am I supposed to say no to that? I make sure to do a little extra ass-shaking as I take my clothes off. As soon as they’re all on the floor, I shriek as Alex grabs me and pulls me toward him. His lips come crashing to mine, and I immediately open my mouth to give his tongue an all-access pass. After kissing me breathless, he uses that tongue to trace lines down my neck, down my chest, down my stomach…
“Alex,” I moan when he lifts me onto the bathroom counter and kneels on the plush rug in front of me. He hooks my knees over his shoulders. I should protest, or at least remind him that we’re on a time limit, but I kind of forget my own name when he starts fucking me with his tongue and grazing my clit with his teeth. “Oh fuck, that’s good. Don’t stop.”
He grunts in reply, as if he’s offended that I would even think he might stop. I can’t keep my hands out of his hair, can’t keep myself from grinding my pussy against his face. I make noises I don’t even know how to describe other thanferalwhen I come. Then he’s standing and thrusting his hard cock inside me, filling me. He pumps in and out, his mouth that tastes like my arousal on mine, and when I feel my pussy tighten around him with another orgasm, his movements become frantic until he stills and comes. When I regain my wits a little, I grab his face and kiss him, hard.
“Have I told you I love you yet today?”
Alex presses his forehead to mine. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say those words, sunshine.”
His eyes drop as he takes a step back and his cock slips free. “And I’ll never get tired of this. Fucking perfection.” He gently trails his fingertip through my slit before looking up at me, a serious, almost pained expression on his face.
