Chapter Three
Lennon
We arrive back at the hotel where the reception had taken place, and Casey is on me before I’m even out of the car. She screams at me, dragging me from the driver’s seat by the arm as I try and get out. I attempt to shrug her off, but she’s got some strength for such a petite little thing.
“You fucking idiot piece of shit, Lennon. You ruined everything,” she wails, her eyes red and swollen from crying. I fend off her attack, overwhelmed by her reaction.
“Jesus, Casey, calm down,” I say after the tenth hit over my head. “I took the car for a five-minute spin. The car I hired for you guys, I might add.”
“You’re an asshole, Lennon. We’ve been looking for you for ages, so don’t try to tell me it was a five-minute spin. I told Gary he couldn’t trust you to organize anything important. Not after what you did to Stacy. I wouldn’t trust you to tie your own shoelaces successfully.”
“What I did?” I sputter, shaking my head. “Are you for real? She’s the one who couldn’t keep another guy’s dick out of her pants,” I growl. And bullshit they’d been looking for me for ages. I glance at my phone to check the time.
Oh shit. What felt like a fifteen-minute joyride had actually been an hour. No wonder they called the cops.
Rick and the guys stand behind Casey, laughing and cheering me on, while Gary stands behind his new wife, struggling not to laugh himself. I glower at them, silently thanking them for their support. At least I know they always have my back.
It’s right about then I notice a large crowd has gathered around us. Every wedding has certain guests who make you cringe as you watch them cause a scene and steal the attention away from the bride and groom. Maybe it’s that weird, drunk uncle who tries to hit on all the hot girls who are way too young for him, or the bitter brother-in-law who’s jealous that his parents didn’t invest half as much money and time into his wedding. Well, tonight, it’s me. I’m the out of control guest who’s providing the entertainment for the night. I’m sure people are looking at me and shaking their heads.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice my new friend trying to slink away unnoticed. I walk over and grab her by the hand. She falls back into my arms, and I catch her, just before she topples out of her four-inch heels.
“Leaving so soon and missing all of this?” I say, narrowing my eyes.
“No, not at all,” she grins, a blush creeping across her cheeks. “You were just handling that so well on your own, I thought I’d go and stand all the way over there.”
“No fucking way,” I growl. I march her toward the firing line of Casey’s wrath. If I have to stand through this, then so does she. “You forget that this is all your fault.”
“My fault? No,” she replies testily, her lips forming a pout. “It’s your fault for asking such a piss weak question in the first place. Anyway, they’ve got their precious car back, so no harm done, right?” Her eyes widen as someone, who I can only assume is her mother, marches in our direction. “Shit, I gotta go. Nice meeting you, hey?”
She’s gone before I can respond, and her mother is right behind her. Shaking my head, I glance over at the Porsche and see Casey sitting in the passenger seat, a scowl on her face and arms crossed stiffly over her chest. Gary sits behind the wheel, frowning, and looking like he’s going to cop some shit for my stunt.
Finally, he says something that makes her laugh, and two seconds later they’re making out. See? Water under the bridge. He can’t hate me now. I’ve probably given him the best damn make up sex of his life. I feel bad for making them stress, but it’s also pretty damn funny. At least I’ve given them something to look back on and laugh over.
I stroll over to the guys, a sheepish grin on my face. Rick claps me on the back, letting out a low whistle. I shrug out of his reach, mainly because the stench of alcohol is so strong that I’m struggling to breathe.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice that hot piece of ass that crawled out of the passenger seat while Casey was attacking your throat,” Rick teases. “Good work, my man. Please tell me you hit that?”
“Like I’d tell you if I did,” I scoff. He pats me on the back and nods approvingly. “Nice. A true gentleman never tells. I didn’t think you had it in you, but you proved me wrong, sir.”
“Rick, shut up,” I growl, rolling my eyes.
“What?” he protests. “I’m simply acknowledging that you’re less of a pussy than I thought you were.”
“Yeah, and you’re a bigger dick than I thought you were,” I retort.
“Am or have?” he asks, furrowing his brow in mock confusion. “Because I hear the latter a lot. Though, it’s usually from women, just before they take me in their mouths.”
I chuckle, because if there is one thing Rick does well, it’s being Rick.
As the bride and groom drive off, the crowd slowly thins out as people start to leave. Before long, I’m left standing with the guys and a few other random people I don’t know who are still shaking their heads at me as they glance over in my direction.
I look around the room, wondering where my new friend went. I didn’t even find out her name. All I know is she’s Casey’s cousin, and being around her leads to trouble. I could ask Casey for her number, since they’re cousins and all that, but something tells me she won’t be in the mood to share anything with me for a while. Oh well. I’m a firm believer in what goes around comes around. If we’re meant to catch up again, I’m sure we will.
***
It’s nearly midnight when I finally crawl into bed. I lay awake, thinking about how the night turned out. I smirk, because I didn’t expect to have that much fun, nor did I expect to be dragged on such an adventure with some random chick who ended up making my night. The strangest thing is, I really want to see her again. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met. There was something about how spontaneous and quirky she was that I found very endearing.
I close my eyes and picture her laying on the bed next to me, tossing her beautiful dark hair over her shoulder. She’d look at me with those sparkling blue eyes and bite her lip in a way that would make me wonder what she was thinking.
With a sigh, I dig my hands under the sheets and run my fingers down to my cock. It felt so amazing when she was sucking me off. Watching her lips glide up and down my shaft was one of the best experiences of my life. Before long, I’m hard as fuck and in need of some relief.
Grasping hold of my dick, I glide my fist up and down my length, imagining it’s her mouth on me again. I can just imagine how sweet her pussy would taste. I wanted nothing more than to reciprocate, after what she did to me in the water, but then we got interrupted. I growl and imagine nudging her legs apart, just enough to slide a finger inside her.
Then, I’d sidle down her body and place my mouth to her lips. I’d gently kiss her, just enough to wind her up so she’d be begging me for relief. I’d thrust my tongue inside her wetness while her legs wrap around my neck, her thighs clenching as I thrust my tongue deeper into her, licking her sweetness.
I groan, my body convulsing as I come into the sheets, my body a mess as I imagine her swallowing my load. Her eyes would widen as I coat the back of her throat, then she would suck me furiously, working the last of my orgasm from my aching cock.
“Fuck,” I hiss, clutching the sheets. With a sigh, I roll over and switch off the light, shifting over just enough so I’m out of the wet spot.
Guess I’ll be washing the sheets tomorrow.