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I want to marry this girl and chain her up so I can fuck her every day. Disturbing, I know. That’s how fucked I’ve become craving her virgin pussy.
When I know she’s finished, I reach inside my boxers and jerk myself off on her stomach.
“Don’t shower.” She rolls her eyes when I smear it in and whisper, “Just so Vander knows your mine.”
She laughs. “I have to. The wedding’s today.”
Our eyes meet, lock, hold. Within a moment, she doesn’t know what to make of. “Do you regret inviting me now?”
She kisses me, mumbling against my lips, “I can’t regretyou.” Pushing back, she retreats to the bathroom and I yank my boxers up, reaching for my shorts on the floor. After washing my hands, I notice just how pink my skin is, which now that I think about it, probably makes sense when you remember the Kool-Aid.
There’s a beep from the door, then River enters the room with Alexandra. Reaching for a pillow, I shove it into my crotch trying to wish my still half-erect dick to deflate.
Like I’m Santa with a padded lap, River lunges for me and sits on my lap. It’s not ideal, certainly, but you kind of have to laugh at the irony of it. Or not. Maybe you’re cringing like me.
The moment I notice Alexandra, it goes from half-erect to hiding, so problem solved.
River lifts her tiny foot up and practically smashes it into my face. “I don’t like the color.”
I shit you not. River’s toes are painted a color that strangely similar to Pepto-Bismol mixed with dirt. Ugly as fuck. Poor kid. I glance over my shoulder at Alexandra. “Who picked your wedding colors?”
As usual, Alexandra rolls her eyes at me. “I did, ass. Where’s Amberly.”
I give a nod to the bathroom. “Taking a shower. Shouldn’t you be getting ready yourself? It’s probably going to take you a while to look presentable.”
Alexandra and I have never gotten along. There was a time I found her interesting, but it ended when I realized her beauty went as far as her skin. Now we just fucking hate one another. “Whatever.” She motions to River. “Can I trust you alone with her?”
“What am I going to do, misplace her?”
“I wouldn’t put it past you.”
River looks back at me, beautiful brown eyes so full of innocence. “Can we go play on the beach?”
“No,” Alexandra’s quick to add, like she just asked to play with fire. “You’ll ruin your toes and your hair will be all frizzy.”
River crosses her arms over her chest. “Weddings are dumb.”
“I agree.”
“I not getting married,” she adds, scooting off my lap and swinging open the bathroom door like Amberly isn’t in there, naked, water dripping from her body. “I hate dis stupid wedding.”
Alexandra huffs out a breath and throws her arms up in the air, leaving without another word.
Me? I’m watching Amberly shower. Why not, right?
What a morning so far. First, I find Tiller, pink, and passed out on the bed and the sheets on the bed, pink too from his drunken dip in Kool-Aid vodka. Then I let him dry hump me because suddenly now that we’re fake boyfriend/girlfriend, I let him do these things to me.
Now here we are, four hours later, ready to head to the beach for the wedding.
My eyes wander over Tiller in a suit. I don’t know how I convinced him to wear it and not shorts, but I’m so glad he agreed because I’ve never ever seen him look this good. Oh God, I’m telling you now, it’s almost more than I can take. I’ve never seen something so beautiful. His dark hair, the black suit, the mysterious look he regards me with, it’s all too much. You’re staring too, aren’t you?
Hands off, he’s mine.
Tiller steps forward, his gaze never lifting from mine. He frees one hand from his suit pocket, and cups my cheek, his thumb running over my bottom lip. And then the smirk appears, one side higher than the other. “You’re drooling.”
My breath hitches. “Am not.”
“Yes, you are. And I can’t believe you made me do this.” And then his hand drops to my waist and fists the bland nude silk fabric in his hand. “This dress is ridiculous.”