Chapter 29

Four Days Later

Bethany

The week had been far too much fun with Matt back home. Shopping and movie watching, eating out and going through old photos had been the go-to activities. Damon had been there for the majority of the time but had to slip off to the office every once in a while. With Matt home, it was hard to be upset about Damon needing to work. The only problem was that the week went by far too fast.

Bethany woke up on Thursday morning and lay in the darkness beside Damon, her mind racing with the fact that they were going to be married on Saturday. She was thrilled and yet terrified. She was just learning how to be a good girlfriend to the wayward alpha male. But being his wife?

"Is there any difference?" She rolled onto her side and reached out to run her fingers down his arm. His muscles flexed, and he groaned softly as she traced his bicep.

"You talking to yourself, sweetheart?" He was still half-asleep from what she could tell.

"Maybe." She moved up behind him, pressed her chest to his back and leaned down to kiss his neck below his ear. "I was coaching myself on how to be a good wife to you."

"And what was your advice?" He yawned loudly and moved over, rolling onto his back and reaching for her.

"I don't know, honestly. Do you have any advice?"

"Of course I do." He licked his lips and moved the covers, leaving his hard body on full display. "Let's start with you crawling up here to sit in my lap. I'm the kind of man who loves to have his woman in his lap whenever possible."

"Easy enough." She moved onto his lap, spreading her softness over him and rolling her hips. She rarely slept naked, but he'd talked her into it the night before. His warm skin pressed to hers throughout the night had her convinced that it might be the only way to sleep in the bed with him.

"And then all you gotta do is love me." He reached up and palmed her breasts, squeezing before tugging at her nipple.

"And how would you recommend I do that?" She leaned toward him and pressed her hands to his chest as her hair cascaded forward.

"Take me into you and make love to me." He reached up and pulled her down, gripping her ass with one hand and tangling his fingers in her hair with the other as he kissed her deeply.

The idea of morning breath being a problem left her as he shifted his hips and impaled her. All conscious thought left, and she let her need take over.

They worked their hips against each other as she pressed her hands to the bed, and he touched every part of her.

"It's as simple as this?" Beth asked before sitting back up and lifting up to work the full length of him with her body.

"Absolutely. I'm not complicated. I just want you to love me with your heart," he reached up and touched her chest, "your mind," he touched the side of her head and groaned as she bobbed on his cock, "and your beautiful body."

He gripped her hips and jerked her down, filling her up before rolling them over and pressing her to the bed. "That sound like something you might be interested in?"

"How long is the job?" She wrapped her legs around is taut waist and tried to still her racing heart. It didn't take much attention from him, and she was panting and shaking.

"Well, that's the catch." He lifted up and glanced down the length of her body. "Open your legs wide. I wanna watch you take me."

"There's a catch?" She moaned as he pressed down into her, taking his time, inch by inch.

"Always a catch, baby girl." He glanced up, his eyes dark with desire. "It's a job that lasts forever. You think you can handle that?"

He drove into her again as she dug her nails into his sides and cried out in pleasure.

"Harder."

"Answer me." He pulled out, rubbing the tip of his dick along her center. "Now."

"Of course I can handle that, and much more." She pressed her heel into the bed and rolled them back over to gain the upper hand. "Now, stop teasing me. I'm supposed to be at the spa in forty minutes."

"Smelling like sex and candy?" He smiled and gripped her hips again, fucking her fast from below. "Better?"

"Much." She pressed her fingers against the strong muscles of his stomach and whimpered as he brought her over the edge. "So good."

"You are so good, Beth. You should see how well you're taking this big dick. It's fucking hot." He pulled her down and kissed her hard as she jerked against him. "But, it's my turn."

He rolled them back over and reached down to grip her hands before pulling them far above her head. He took both of her wrists in one hand and pinned her down. "Milk me before you go, lover?"

"Hell yes." She jerked her hips, working him as he rolled his body, fucking her fast and deep. His eyes fluttered shut a few minutes later, and she enjoyed every second of watching him lose himself above her. His groans filled the air, accompanied by the delicious scent of their sex and her panting.

"Damn, woman." He collapsed on top of her. "Remind me why we're just now finding each other."

"Because you're old and I'm not?" She laughed as he came to and gave her a look of challenge.

"Old is relative. Let's see who can keep up and who's lagging behind."

"That's about experience, and I'm not exactly running with the champs on sexual experiences."

"I like that about you." He leaned down and kissed her a few more times. "Lock the bathroom door behind you."

"Why? You leaving?" She ran her fingers through the damp hair at the side of his head.

"No. I'll follow you in there if you don't. Then you'll be late, and I'll have to hear it from Erica and your mother." He kissed her again and rolled off.

She rolled off the other side and walked to the bathroom, wagging her ass for him. "And what if I want to be late."

"Lock it!" He leaped over the bed, looking like a sex god as he barreled toward her.

She yelped and slapped the door behind her, locking it before laughing hard. It felt good to belong to him in the bedroom, but even more so, out of it.

"You almost got me." She pressed her forehead to the door.

"Almost? Woman, you underestimate me." The sound of the lock popping had her screaming in delight.

It was going to be a long morning, in a good way.

***

"Hi, baby!" Bethany's mom stood up from a chair in the lobby of the spa. "Erica got in this morning. She'll be here any minute."

"Hi, Mom." Beth smiled at the attendant to her left. "We're here for the Bethany Bryant spa day?" Why her mother had forced her to put it in her soon-to-be name was beyond her, but there was something right about it."

"Of course. We have everything ready for the three of you. Did you want to wait for the other member of your party?"

Bethany pulled her mom into a quick hug before turning her attention on the attendant. "Yeah, I guess we should. Do we all go into a room together?"

"No. The first part of the spa day is for each of you to get an hour and a half massage of choice. Then we'll put you in a private room in the back for lunch and send in our nail and hair specialists one at a time. Are you the bride?"

"I am." Bethany felt odd even saying it.

"Good. So it's up to you what you'd like to do." The lady smiled and glanced over toward Bethany's mother.

"I think we should go back. They'll put Erica in a room as soon as she gets here, and we'll go from there?" Bethany's mom wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "We'll be good and relaxed before she even shows up."

"I like the sound of that." Bethany shrugged. "Okay, so let's get started then. Oh, wait. Is Aunt Patty not coming in today?"

"No, but she'll be here tomorrow for your bachelorette party. Who all did you invite?" Her mom turned to face her, reaching up to smooth down her hair.

"It's just a fun night out with dinner and drinks. I'm not interested in doing anything too adventurous."

"I understand that but who's coming? Is it all right if Patty and I come, or would you rather we just stay at the house? It won't hurt my feelings at all."

"It's me, Erica, you and Aunt Patty. There's no way I would ask you to stay at home. You guys will be the life of the party." Bethany smirked before turning to follow the attendant toward the back. "I wish Krista were with us, but that's not going to happen."

"No, baby. It's not. Don't even focus on it. We'll have a good time together tomorrow just like we will today. This is about you and Damon. No one else."

"You're right." Bethany let out a long sigh, releasing the tension in her shoulders and letting her mind wander through the events of the last year. Life had been a whirlwind of activity and not all of it good, but it ended up being incredible.

"Just get undressed and on the table and one of our masseuses will be with you shortly. We'll knock before we come in." The woman smiled and opened a door, moving back to let Bethany in.

"Great. Thank you." Beth walked into soft music and a barely lit room. Exhaustion tugged at her, and she happily stripped down and got on the bed. She couldn't remember having a massage before in her life, not one that wasn't followed up by someone's stiffy poking her in the back in expectation.

Memories of her and Damon’s first meeting rolled through her mind as her eyes grew heavy. She didn't even hear the door open and close before she slipped into the darkness and let sleep take her.

Bliss.

***

"You fell asleep?" Bethany's mom chuckled as they sat across a small table from each other, Erica sitting to Beth's left.

"I did too." Erica lifted her hand. Her thick blond hair was in a messy bun on top of her head, but she looked incredible regardless. Bethany wasn't sure the woman ever had a bad hair day in her life. It was part of her charm.

"See? Thank you, Erica." Bethany lifted her hand toward Erica before leaning back in her chair and studying her mom. She was aging some but still looked like a million bucks. "I'm glad you guys are here with me. It's been a weird year, losing my best friend to her being locked up for attempted murder and having to survive Kendal, Matt, and Damon."

"Yeah, one is bad enough, but all three?" Erica picked up a roll from the basket between them, her robe sleeve dipping into the olive oil. "Damn. It never fails. Matt and I have a joke about who's going to end up covered in the meal first. Him or me."

Bethany and her mother laughed. "Kent and I do the same thing."

After reaching for a roll, Beth shrugged. "Damon and I have our quirks too, but getting messy at dinner isn't one of them."

"So tell me what else we need to get done. Anything I need to do for tomorrow night? Is Dana, Kendal's girlfriend, coming with us? Or Sophia, Matt's best friend?" Erica asked.

"Shit. I didn't even think about them. I've been out of it." Bethany ran her fingers through her hair. "I need to invite them both."

"I'll invite them," Erica offered. "I've met them both and know Sophie thanks to Matt."

"I don't know her too well, but I've been around Dana quite a bit this year because of Kendal."

Erica took a big bite of her roll and tried to talk around it. Bethany was grateful that she wasn't the only one assured to get in trouble for talking with her mouth full. "It's been a rough year for everyone."

"No talking with your mouth full." Bethany's mom raised her eyebrow.

"Ha! I knew you were going to get busted." Bethany pointed to Erica. "I love it."

"I was kidding. Do what you want." Bethany's mom chuckled. "I just didn't want to let Bethany down. She thinks I'm so damn predictable."

"Well, let's just prove her wrong tomorrow night at the bar. It's bachelorette party time." Erica lifted her hands in the air and danced to the music which had to be playing in her head. Her moves didn't match the soft, serene music pumping out of the speakers above them.

"Oh Lord." Bethany rolled her eyes. "It's just dinner and some drinks."

"And strippers?" Erica cocked her head and smiled.

"Yes. We must have strippers." Bethany's mom clapped her hands and bounced in her chair.

"That's it. I'm dreaming. I'm still on the table lost in a dream." Bethany glanced between her mom and Erica. "I'm going to wake up any minute."

"Sure, it's a dream." Her mother laughed. "Seems like it might be more like a nightmare!"