After an hour, she passes off the camera to a girl I know as her assistant and pulls out her phone. A moment later, my phone vibrates in my pocket, and I have an email from her.
Jase,
I completely underestimated this whole bachelorette party experience. It's overwhelming but fun.
I've never thought much about my own bachelorette party, but I don't want it to be as extravagant as this one by a long shot.
Rylee
She attaches a photo of the group, and I send an email back.
Rylee,
Have some fun. It will be a great story to tell someday.
When it's your day, you can do whatever you like.
Stay safe, and I can't wait to hear all about it tomorrow.
Jase
When her phone goes off, she reads my email and smiles. Knowing she smiles when she reads my emails, just like I do when I read hers, is another small push toward her.
One of the bridesmaids shoves a drink in her hand, and she rejoins her group. I watch her drink and dance. They take abreak and order some food, and then they’re back on the dance floor.
I watch a guy approach Rylee and talk for a moment. I almost barge in, but he takes a step over to another girl. Rylee takes a few photos before returning to the rest of her group.
When she starts her fourth drink, I know she’s nearing her limit. She doesn't drink much to begin with. One of the guys watching her decides this is the time to swoop in on her. I put a stop to it by walking up behind her on the dance floor and wrapping my arms around her waist.
She keeps dancing, but when she turns to face me and looks up into my face, her eyes go wide with shock.
"Jase?" she gasps softly.
Her recognizing me confirms she stalks me online as much as I do her, and I love the idea. I'd know her voice anywhere after talking on the phone. It’s sweet as sin, and I hear it in my dreams.
"Surprise." I smile.
She squeals with happiness and throws her arms around my neck in a hug. Then she turns, pressing her back to my front, and continues to dance. Her friends look at me curiously, but no one says anything. I've never been a big dancer, but I'll take her dancing every night if dancing means having her rub up on me like this.
As she sways to the music, I allow my hands to slide over her curves–the curves that have been the cause of many of my orgasms. The curves that have kept me up at night and hard most of the day.
She has another drink before I cut her off and switch her to water. When she starts slurring her words and stumbling, I decide it's time to get her out of here. I take her phone and text the girls in the group chat that I'm taking her back to the hotel, and then get us a ride.
No sooner do we hit the car than she’s fighting sleep, so I take her back to my room. At least there, I can watch over her and make sure she’s okay. I carry her from the car to my room with no problems.
When I lay her down on my bed, I hate how empty my arms feel. I remove her shoes, which look like they’re hurting her feet, and place some aspirin and water on the nightstand. Then I put her phone on silent, so it doesn't wake her.
After covering her up and getting ready for bed myself, I sit in the armchair on the other side of the room and gaze at the angel fast asleep in my bed. She barely stirs all night, but I have no intention of sleeping a wink and missing a second with her.
Chapter 3
Rylee
Ugh. Why does it feel like there’s a rock concert going on in my head? And why is the light so bright?
When I finally crack open an eye, I know I'm not in my hotel room. I freeze. Did I go home with a guy last night? That’s when memories of dancing with Jase flood back. Was I so drunk that I thought some random guy was Jase?
Groaning, I turn my back to the sun shining through the window, and that’s when I hear a deep chuckle. My eyes fly open to see Jase sitting in the chair on the other side of the room.
