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Chapter twenty-six

Cecilia

Caveman in the house!

~ Four Weeks Later / May ~

It’s the day before our wedding, which means... bachelorette party! Silas and I decided to do things a bit differently. Instead of having a wild night out, we made it a day party where the guys went one way and the girls another.

But come evening, we’ll all regroup at our house and have the wild night together. Some of the guys weren’t too thrilled with the ‘no stripper’ night, but we have something planned for them that should boost their mood quickly.

I’m not sure exactly what the guys were up to during the day, but ours consisted of brunch with many mimosas, a long afternoon at the spa with manicures and pedicures, then a nice dinner at a private restaurant.

When I told Emma I didn’t want anything crazy or insane for my bachelorette party, she was a little bummed.

But she knows partying isn’t my style, and with Aubrey only being twenty and not technically legal yet, I didn’t want to have to exclude her from the fun.

Emma quickly understood and came up with this amazing day. But now the fun really begins.

“Does anyone know when the boys are getting here?” one of the other spouses yells. Since they were to be present at my wedding, I invited all of them along for the party.

“Clay texted not too long ago, saying they were on their way,” Morgan shouts back.

We’re all getting ready for our little surprise of the night for the guys. Everyone is scattered around on the second level, using bathrooms and mirrors to fix up their hair and makeup.

My three girls and I are in my room getting ready together. “Hey, where’s Milo? I haven’t seen him since we arrived,” Aubrey asks from beside me at the sink mirror .

“Oh, he’s with the sitter. We thought it would be best if he weren’t here while we went crazy. But he’ll be back tomorrow for the wedding.” I smile through the mirror.

She nods, then studies me for a moment before speaking up again. “Do you have any doubts?”

I put down my lipstick, the final touch to my makeup, and turn to face her.

“No, not one. Is that crazy?” I laugh. “I thought I would, I thought I’d be questioning if maybe we’re going too fast or if this is the right thing to do.

But I’m not. Silas means the world to me, and I know without a doubt that I want to spend the rest of my life with him.

” Just thinking about marrying him fills me with joy. “Is marriage not something you want?”

Aubrey finishes applying her mascara, then puts it down by the sink and lets out a breath.

“I don’t know, it just seems scary. I’ve never experienced love like the one you and Silas have or even Morgan and Clay.

Yes, my parents are married and seem happy, but I’ve seen so many of my friends’ parents fight all the time or end up in divorce.

I’ve watched them live with hate and regret and the aftermath it has on their kids. ”

She looks down at the vanity, index finger gliding over the smooth surface. “I guess the thought of committing to someone that deeply and having a chance of it ending like that makes me question if it’s really something I want,” she says with a shrug, a dejected look in her eyes.

I place my hand on hers and offer a kind smile.

“It’s completely normal to have those fears and to question things.

Until I lived it myself, I always wondered if it were truly for me, if I would know when it was ‘the one’ .

But you’re still young and beautiful, and you’re smart, Aubrey.

You have all the time in the world to figure those things out. ”

She looks into my eyes, uncertainty still swirling through them.

“And if you decide marriage isn’t for you, then that’s fine, too. But trust me, when you do find the right person, and you will, you’ll know it. And whoever it is is going to be one lucky bastard.” I hug her, hoping I lifted her spirit a little. “Now let’s go join the others and blow some minds.”

We’re giggling as we head downstairs with the rest of the girls, all of us dressed in knee-length white sexy robes.

It looks innocent enough, but what hides underneath is anything but.

We’re all seated in the living room, chatting and drinking wine, when suddenly the whole house shuts off. A total blackout.

“What the hell?” someone says.

It’s so dark that I literally can’t see my hand in front of me. “Give me a second to find my phone, I’ll see what’s going on,” I announce.

Our home is a smart house, which means everything works through an app. Before I even have time to get up, the recessed lighting above turns on to a dim red glow, then the sound system turns on, blasting ‘ Pony’ by Ginuwine.

We’re all looking around at one another, trying to figure out what’s going on, when the front door bursts open and the men come strolling in. All wearing gray sweatpants and tight white t-shirts.

“We heard there was a bachelorette party going on in here. We thought we’d join the fun and show you ladies”—Gabe says while they all come to stand in front of us in the living room while we girls remain seated—“A good time.”

All at once, they remove their shirts and drop their sweats. Holy shit. My living room is suddenly full of beautiful men wearing nothing but matching black boxers, and they’re doing some sort of choreographed male stripper dance.

The room erupts in howls and cheers as the girls lose their minds. Silas winks at me, and I break out in a fit of giggles. Watching the scene unfold, I realize this is very similar to what we had planned, which makes me think that one of the girls may have snitched on our little secret.

Halfway through the song, the boys start prowling toward us, clearly on a mission. Then the lap dances start, every girl getting her own mostly naked man above her. Well, except for Aubrey who’s being ganged up on by Gabe and Noah, and Emma who has both Greyson and Spencer.

Emma looks completely in her element, putting her hands on them and enjoying the moment. “Woo-hoo! Someone get the dollar bills! That’s what I’m talking about!” she shouts, making Morg and I laugh.

Aubrey, on the other hand, looks completely horrified with her hands up by her chest as she tries desperately not to touch them. I wish I had my phone to take a picture, her expression is priceless.

The guys are all taking this pretty seriously, big smiles on their faces as they perform. I look up to Silas who straddles me, his hard bulge rubbing against me, bringing my lady parts to life as the room’s temperature suddenly doubles.

God, I can’t wait to return the favor.

He leans in and kisses my lips just as the song ends. They all get back to their feet and high-five each other, exclaiming how awesome it was. I’ll admit, it was really well done. It almost makes it seem like they do this regularly in their free time.

“Who told you?” I ask once the commotion begins to settle.

Silas turns to me with a confused look. “Told us what?”

The girls and I all look at each other, wondering if it’s possible that we both planned the same thing without the other knowing. Well, I’ll be damned.

Emma suddenly gets up and addresses the men. “Well, it would seem that we all had a similar idea in mind for tonight. Now boys, though that was entertaining, why don’t you all have a seat and let us ladies show you how it’s really done.”

The guys all gather their clothes while we head into the other room. When we return, all of us are still wearing our robes and heels but have added white jeweled masquerade masks to our ensemble. Our hair has been previously curled, with ruby-red lipstick on our lips.

The guys all howl and wolf-whistle when they see us walk back in. Emma sets the lights to a light blue and cues the music as we get into position, then joins us. Some are in the front, others in the back, and me up front in the center.

The song ‘ Naughty Girl’ by Beyoncé begins to play while we grab the belts to our robes and pull them loose, letting the satin fabric slip off our shoulders to the floor.

Underneath, we each have on a white corset with small white cheeky sleep shorts that show off the bottom half of our asses. Silas will probably kill me for wearing something like this in front of his friends, but judging by his reaction, it’s totally worth it.

The men lose their shit the moment they see our attire, bouncing in their seats, shaking, and slapping each other while shouting at us.

“FUCK YEAH, BABY!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

“THAT’S MY GIRL!”

Our movements are perfectly synced as we sway our hips to the music, posing and popping. The dance is extremely sensual and erotic, the only difference from the guys is that we won’t be doing lap dances.

Thanks to the help from one of the spouses, who happens to be a dance instructor, we were able to rehearse our dance to perfection every chance we got.

Throughout the dance, my focus remains on Silas, my eyes only seeing him while his eat me up.

I can feel them roaming up my body, along my curves, over my breasts.

His hands are gripping the end of the seat below him, and his knee is bouncing up and down.

I can tell he’s on the verge of losing his shit.

Ooh, looks like Mama’s going to get a spanking tonight.

As our performance nearly reaches its end, we turn our backs to the boys and bend the top portion of our bodies in half with our hands resting on our knees. Looking back over our shoulder, we shake our asses, which are pretty much fully exposed in this position.

I see the moment Silas snaps. He pushes off the couch, and in three wide steps, arms are wrapping around my waist as my feet leave the ground.

“NOPE! We’re done here. No more dancing.” I’m still bent in half while he carries me back to the couch, where he plops down with me in his lap.

“Dude, come on! It was great, let them finish! Anyway, how do you know that’s really your girl? Maybe you picked up the wrong one. You should definitely let her go so they can finish up. You know, give you more time to scope the field,” Gabe says from his spot on the couch.

“Shut up, asshole. You just want to watch my wife shake her ass. And of course, I have the right girl, do you think I’m an idiot? She was the shortest one with the biggest rack. Wasn’t hard to tell!” Silas says back bitterly.

I lean to the side and look back up at him while smacking him in the chest. “Really!? That’s how you knew it was me!

? Would it kill you to be a bit more romantic and say, oh, I don’t know, that you could tell my eyes apart from anyone else?

Or that you felt a pull toward me? Jesus.

But no , you had to mention the shortness,” I say, full of sass and cross my arms over my chest, making my breast spill out even more than they already were.

Silas notices instantly and puts his arm over my breasts, completely shielding them. “Can someone pass me a robe, please? I’d like for my future wife to not sit here naked any longer.”

I try to push his arm off, but he’s holding on too tight, so instead I slap it.

“Will you stop it! I’m not even naked. You just danced in front of everyone in tight boxers, what’s so different about my outfit?

What are you gonna do when we go to the beach or a pool party and I wear a bikini?

” Irritation laces my voice as I speak. At least the rest of the crowd seems amused by the outcome.

“Oh! Yeah, that’s never happening. You are forbidden from ever wearing a bikini. The only thing you’ll be wearing is long sleeves and pants from now on, and not those tight ones. No, no, baggy pants only,” he declares with a nod of his head.

Emma doubles over with laughter. “Oh God! I think we broke him.”

Clay finally appears at my side, handing a robe over to Sy who begins to pass my arms through the holes like I’m a child. I shake his hold off and slap his hand when he tries again.

“Stop! You’re being ridiculous. I can dress myself, and if I want to wear a bikini, you’d better believe I will.” I raise a brow and look back at him, daring him to say no.

“So help me God. Cecilia, shut up! Because I’m this close to slapping your ass so bad tonight, it’ll be too swollen to fit in your dress tomorrow!” he growls out loudly.

The room falls silent, all I can do is stare at him in shock at his outburst. Damn, my man is a whole other level of possessive. It’s kind of hot. Let’s see how much further I can push him.

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try,” I say with a mischievous smile.

Apparently, not far. He’d already reached his limit.

“All right!” He holds me by the waist as he stands, then in one quick move spins me around and throws me over his shoulder.

I’ve come to learn that Silas loves carrying me like this, I think it speaks to his inner caveman. What he doesn’t know is that I love it, too. “Emma, turn the music up loud. Everyone, get drunk, party, do whatever the fuck you want. We’ll be back.”

Everyone cracks up, the mood coming back to life while they all wish me luck and to have fun. As I sway upside down along Silas’s back, I can’t help but giggle and wave bye to my friends.

“Oh, I think my bride really needs to be taught a lesson,” Silas grumbles as he walks us up the stairs and to our bedroom.

I love caveman Silas.