Chapter Ten…
“Excuse me, guys, sorry to break up the reunion, but I think we better get all of you backstage. Word is spreading that you’re both in the lounge. We need to get you out safely before they swarm in wanting photos and autographs.” Trevor, always abreast of everything, was there telling the bodyguards.
And just like that, we were on the move, surrounded until we have been secured behind the locked doors. There we stayed until the houselights went down and we were brought to seats upfront. As usual, Raine Winters and Lonnie Shores put on an amazing show—never ones to disappoint, and I beamed up at them with Nate at my side. My smiles never stopped until we were done applauding them and escorted backstage again where champagne awaited us for a toast to our pending nuptials. I was taken by surprise as I hadn’t even processed the elopement part of our stop in Vegas. Especially thrown off by seeing what hotel we were staying at and then with the unveiling of my parents and his star ranking.
But it was real, made clear by my mother’s question and then my father’s input: “So you guys mind if we tag along to your wedding? We know the perfect chapel.” Then once we agreed, we heard all about how they were in Vegas doing a show, opening up for a well-known band at the time. When the headlining band took to the stage, they took to the streets in search of a little white chapel and that was what they found. With a license in hand, they were married within seconds.
I had heard the story a million times but I was surprised to hear Nate chime in about how they met. He was a fan who obviously read articles about them. “Your parents met at a coffee shop—like us—and they ended up buying a cottage from the owner…”
My mother took over telling the story. “Actually, we rented the cottage. It was our song-writing-bungalow until they needed it for a family member. Which worked out—by that time we could afford a bigger beach house up on the hill with a view. Sadly, the coffee shop is gone.” She was frowning with pouty lips finishing her last sentence.
“But we have our memories.” My dad nudged my mother’s shoulder and they both smiled at each other. “Enough about us, your turn.”
It was our turn and it happened in about the same way they had just described their own ceremony. And before we knew what had hit us, we said, “I do,” and pressed our lips together to seal the deal as the next couple was ready to head to the altar.
“I love your style,” I heard from the next bride dressed in a traditional, full-length, white wedding gown.
“Leave it to my fashionista daughter to get married wearing a bright red frilly mini dress. Evangeline, you are one of a kind, baby girl.” My mother cupped my face and kissed my cheek.
“Now, let’s really rock this celebration,” my father said as an obnoxiously long white limo pulled up filled with people I had grown up seeing backstage. “Sushi and karaoke!” It was not what I pictured my wedding being, but strangely enough, it was perfect for us.
The place they took us to was great. Nate and I were big fans of Japanese food and had it delivered from a couple different places regularly. This display was much better than takeout—each piece was a work of art and so fresh. The drinks were equally good with umbrellas and they even presented us with a wedding cake that my parents, obviously, had arranged. And in front of the whole restaurant we sliced it and fed each other. Thanks to karaoke starting up, I had my father-daughter dance courtesy of a cowboy singing Through the Years by Kenny Rogers. Not to be undone, Nate twirled me to the sounds of a punker-looking-chick with blue hair singing A Thousand Years—the Twilight song. My parents and several other people joined us dancing around the tables for the rest of the night, along with all of them singing their selected songs.
Even Nate got into the mix, “let’s sing a song, Nate,” and agreeing with my father, they got up and sang H.O.L.Y together serenading my mother and me: High on loving you… shine for me… my ecstasy… saving grace… We clapped like mad as they finished and walked back to our table. My mother, well aware of my aversion to going on stage, declined their prodding to one-up them and, instead, plumped their feathers up by telling them that we couldn’t possibly top them. Then we both told them how much we loved their performance. I truly did.
Apparently, my parents weren’t ready to be away from me again when my mother asked, “You guys want to join us on a camping trip? We’re heading to the Happy Endings Resort.”
Something about that resort sounded so wrong. “Uhh… is that a nudist place?”
“No! Do you really think that we would ask you to tag along to a nudist place?” My mother was upset that I would think such a thing and I laughed as she continued, “It’s a nice place in South Carolina—tents, trailers, cabins around a lake.” Even my dad laughed until Nate chimed in.
“I have other honeymoon plans for your daughter, if that’s okay?” Nate grinned and I’m sure everyone saw my face turn bright red.
My dad nudged Nate. “Of course! You don’t want to be hanging out with us. We’re just happy that we caught the wedding.”
“On that note,” Nate stood up and pulled out my chair, “I think it’s time to say goodnight and start our honeymoon now.” Nothing like having your husband tell her parents that he wants to consummate his marriage to their little baby girl—more blushing for me. “And thank you for being our witnesses. Hope to see you back in Chicago soon.” Then to my surprise, he scooped me up in his arms and I grabbed for the bottom of my dress as he walked us out of the place to cheers, and rice being thrown by the hostess at the front door.
Escaped back to our room, Nate had a few more questions for me lying in his arms after he performed a masterpiece on my body. I wasn’t sure I wanted to talk and tried my hand at changing things up, crawling under the covers, between his legs. And I had him in the palm of my hands, licking up and down his massive cock and sucking him deep into my mouth. But he had stronger willpower than I did, had he been running his tongue along my lower lips and sucking on my clit, I would’ve forgotten everything—including my own name.
“Come back up here,” he urged me, pulling me up his body until I was lying on top of him, face to face. I could work with that position, I thought as he began his line of questioning about more surprises to come. I just shook my head and then I began to wonder why he was filled with wonder and then I had my own questions.
“Is there anything else you want to tell me before we continue on to Chicago? Ex-wife, kids?” They always say beware the one with too many questions.
“Well, my best friend is a woman and she’s my sometimes writing partner… and she works in my studio.” I looked him like “what?!” I didn’t need to add a crazy ex-girlfriend-turn-friend into our new life as newlyweds. “Relax!” He laughed. “Her name is Chloe and we have never been more than friends. You’ll love her, I guarantee it.”
His confessions seemed to spark more thoughts in his head and a new line of questions were rattled off. “What about you, will there be a ticker tape parade for your return? Old boyfriends that will come looking for you? I’m okay if your best friend is a man as long as he’s nothing else.”
“Take a breath.” I smiled into his icy blue eyes. “I think we exposed some pretty big parts of our life… or they were exposed to us tonight.”
“Big-big-big… you being the daughter of rock idols.”
“Nate-the-Great! That was equally a biggy for me to learn!”
We both laughed.
“So, I’ve been wondering if you were afraid that I’d be interested in you because of your parents’ fame or that I would want you to introduce me to them for help.” He has such a gorgeous face, I could stare at it for hours, but it was his crazy expressions that mesmerized me—he really should act.
“Funny, I’ve been thinking you never told me about who you were since you thought I was a struggling artist looking for a break. Or maybe you thought I knew who you were and was another groupie after you… no wonder girls were draping themselves all over you…” I tilted my head, smirking.
“I told you they were drunk and sick… no one wants a songwriter…”
“I do! I absolutely one hundred twenty zillion times love a songwriter… my husband the songwriter.”
“Good, now let’s get you home to Chicago tomorrow and put a ring on you!” He lifted my hand and kissed my bare ring finger, adding, “I love you the same amount, times two… or maybe even three times,” before crashing his lips to mine, rolling us over, and further consummating our marriage.
THE END…
Well, not really… find out what Saylor is doing at Cafélicious…
Thursday: Bold, Rich & Strong (Hookup Café, book 4)
Novella – Standalone – 6-Book Series
He said he first noticed me on a Thursday morning. I noticed him when he asked me if I was named after a one-night stand my mother had with a stranger. He said I liked that he was Bold, Rich & Strong… I wasn’t sure if he was right or if I wanted to slap him… meet Deacon!
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