Girl Crush(85)
I stared into his eyes while the officiant spoke and recited the words as I was told, but all of it was a blur until the kiss.
The kiss.
Holy mother of God. The kiss.
Collier didn’t hold back. What started as a peck, turned passionate with him dipping a deep arch in my back, parting my lips with his tongue, and fully engaging in a bikini-bottom-wetting session of sexual torture in front of our friends. They hooted and hollered when he finally brought me back to a standing position and then tossed flower petals in our direction when we walked back down the aisle into the house.
As soon as we were inside, Collier shut the door behind us and grabbed my hand. We raced to the stairs, then down the hall, and finally into our bedroom. In a flash, his tux was strewn all over the floor, and his hands found the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head. I stood there wondering what the rush was when I saw Collier standing at attention. He hadn’t taken notice of my bikini, he’d just removed it in haste.
His lips met mine in a frantic kiss, and he spoke against my mouth as his hands roamed my already alert body. “We have less than ten minutes. Please don’t fight me on this.”
I didn’t know who Collier thought he’d married, but I was still the same wanton whore who’d loved to spread my legs for him that I was an hour ago. He never had to beg, or even ask for sex—I offered it willingly…evidenced by my growing abdomen.
In seconds, he sat on the bed and pulled me onto his lap to straddle his erection. There was no need for foreplay, the kiss at the altar had left me lubricated and ready for the party in his lap. My hips sank down on his girth, and I rode my hedonistic desire into a full-blown orgasm. Collier’s explosion followed soon thereafter. But he didn’t hurry me. He cupped my ass in his hands while I was still perched on his softening dick. “You looked beautiful, and I love my baby bump on you.”
The soft expression of love sparked a grin on my face. I wished we could stay here forever lost in each other, but we had guests downstairs that we needed to tend to. “Your baby bump?”
He popped my rear end with a playful smack. “My baby. My bump. And I think it’s sexy as hell.”
I eased myself off his lap, grabbed my bikini from the floor, and then hurried into the bathroom to clean up while he put on his swimsuit. When I reemerged, his face fell.
“What is that?”
I knew what he referred to, but I would play innocent as long as I could. “Huh? What?”
“You’re not wearing panties and a bra to the pool.”
Through my laughter, I said, “It’s a swimsuit, silly.”
“Not one you’re going to wear.”
“You’re crazy. It’s just like my others.”
“That you wore when you weren’t three months pregnant with my child. Go change.”
“Into what, Collier? All I own are bikinis, and I bought this one for today.” I spun in a circle to give him the full effect. “See? It’s white. Virginal.” I tried to give him a coquettish smile, but he wasn’t having any of it.
“Then grab a tank top or something to put over it.”
“Fine,” I huffed but conceded. I refused to wear a tank top that would be immortalized in photographs, but I had some sheer cover-ups that would work perfectly and be stunning in pictures.
With West happy, we made our way back down the stairs and out to our party where I was finally able to take in all he’d done.
Our backyard had been turned into a tropical oasis with a luau going on including a whole hog. I have no idea how I’d missed that thing slowly spinning on a stick with an apple in its mouth, but there it was just the same. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t smell divine. Collier had managed to cover every free inch of space in planters filled with every kind of brightly colored flower imaginable, and paper lanterns hung overhead draped across the pool. I knew the lilies floating on top of the water wouldn’t survive the first guy cannon-balling in, but for now, every detail was perfect. Even the music in the background matched the décor. As the afternoon turned into evening and the sun started to set, someone lit Tiki torches around the perimeter of the yard, and the paper lanterns glowed above. The entire day had been perfect.
I sat on a chair with a plate of cake in my hand, and my gaze roamed from face to face. Never in a million years had I expected to wind up with this when I proclaimed to Ronnie I was switching teams. Not only had I found the love of my life, but I had a baby on the way and had made some of the best friends I’d ever had. Beck danced with her brother while laughing at something Roma said on the arm of Parker. Ronnie and Trish sat not far off looking all googly-eyed at each other. Roxie, Amy, and Stella were in the pool with Mark and Collier’s other friends sipping cocktails and having fun. We might be an odd bunch to outsiders, but my foolish thoughts of becoming a lesbian had led me to the most incredible women I’d ever known, who also helped me find the most incredible man and his bunch.
Through all the years of horrible dates, a failed marriage, adultery, and everything in between and after—every bit of it had been worth it to get here. With these people. Our family.
When the night came to a close, our friends gathered out front. Parker promised Collier he’d make sure everything was cleaned up and that the caterers and photographer were paid. “Oh, and your suitcases are in the trunk.” The red Porsche had been decorated in tacky wedding garb that made me grin.