Chapter 34

Levi

Frankie went in for a second hug and Val laughed, giving her friend an extra squeeze before she released her.

“I can’t believe I won’t see you for three whole weeks,” Frankie moaned. “You’re sure you don’t want to have your honeymoon in Portland? I hear it’s nice and rainy this time of year.”

Val tapped her index finger on her chin. “Hmm. Tempting. I think we’ll stick with Tahiti.”

“Text me when you get to the airport in the morning.”

“Our flight’s at seven,” Val replied. “You’ll probably still be asleep.”

Frankie shook her head. “Don’t care. Text me.”

“Okay, Mom, geez.” Val rolled her eyes playfully. “I’m going to bring you back the tackiest t-shirt you’ve ever seen.”

“You better send me an inappropriate postcard too. Something with nudity.”

Garrick, who’d been hanging by Val’s side and watching the exchange, came to stand beside me while the girls discussed souvenirs. He clapped me on the back.

“You finally made the leap with Frankie,” he said. “Cheesy song choice, but I can respect the gesture.”

“I refuse to hear style criticisms from a man who packed primarily Hawaiian shirts for his honeymoon.”

Garrick laughed. “You won’t let me wear them to the office. What else am I supposed to do?”

“For the last time, just because they have a collar does not make them business casual.”

“Ah, I’m going to miss you,” Garrick said. “But it’s good to know you won’t be lonely while I’m gone. Frankie’s a great girl.”

Ahead of us, Frankie and Val were enjoying their fourth hug and a smile tugged onto my lips.

“She is, isn’t she?”

Val and Frankie separated and the teary-eyed bride came over to grab her husband’s hand. “Ready?”

Garrick pecked her on the lips. “I’ve been ready for this since the first day we met.”

“I wouldn’t speak so soon,” Val said, wrinkling her nose. “I ate my weight in pasta salad at dinner and I’m not sure you’re going to be able to carry me over the threshold.”

Garrick brushed his fingers over her lips tenderly. “I’ll roll you in.”

“I love you,” Val said.

“I love you too.”

I stepped around them as they started making out and took Frankie into my arms. Her cheeks were pink from a night of dancing and drinking, but her eyes were clear and bright. She rose on her tip toes and kissed my jaw.

“Gross, get a room,” Garrick called.

“Are you still here?” I retorted. “Get out of here. It’s your wedding night.”

He and Val laughed and we all made our final goodbyes. Frankie and Val went in for hug number five. I went for a firm handshake with Garrick, but he pulled me in for a hug instead. They waved to us again at the elevator, and then they were gone.

The lobby was empty besides us, with everyone still partying in the reception hall. After a long night of revelry, the quiet was nice.

“You know,” Frankie said, “I just thought of something.”

I brushed an errant strand of hair out of her eyes. “What’s that?”

“Neither of us have roommates anymore. What if the power goes out tonight? It could be hazardous.”

I blocked my brow and nodded studiously. “You’re right. The best option would be for us to cohabit.”

“And maybe we should go check the room now? To make sure we’ve got a flashlight?” She batted her lashes. “You know, just to be safe.”

My cock zapped to life. I slid my hands around her waist and rested them low on her back, fingers curving around the top of her luscious ass.

“I like the way you think.”

Frankie grinned and we started toward the elevator.

“Let’s go to my room,” I said. “It’s closer.”

She shot me a quizzical look. “Only by a few feet.”

The elevator doors slid open and I guided her inside, lips at the shell of her ear as I pressed the floor number. “Sweetheart, I don’t even know if I can wait the length of this elevator ride to tear your clothes off.”

She shivered.

The doors closed and I slammed Frankie into the wall, hiking up her dress and wrapping one silky leg around my hips as my mouth claimed hers in a hard kiss. Frankie moaned in surprise. I ground my bulge into her and she moaned again for another reason entirely.

We grappled with each other the whole elevator ride—hands roaming, searching, gripping. By the time the doors opened, we were both panting feverishly.

I grabbed Frankie’s hand and ran for the room, laughing. That was just one of the many things I loved about Frankie. No matter what we were doing, I always had fun with her.

I unlocked the door and flung it open, pulling Frankie into the darkened room and heading straight for the bed.

“I’ve missed this,” she said.

“I’ve missed you.” I grabbed her by the hips and hoisted her onto the bed. She bounced once and shrieked in surprise.

“This dress would be a lot easier to take off standing up,” she said.

I chuckled, pulling at my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. “I don’t care. I like seeing you spread out on my bed. It reminds me of the night I tied you up and ate your pussy while you were completely helpless.”

Frankie chewed her lip hungrily and pushed herself up on her elbows. “I think about that all the time.”

“Yeah?” I stripped my shirt off and started working on my pants. “Does it make you wet?”

“Come over here and find out.”

A growl ripped from my throat. My pants and boxers fell to the floor and I covered Frankie with my body, reveling in the sensation of my naked skin against the silky fabric of her dress.

I captured her mouth and kissed her hard and deep, showing her exactly how much I wanted her. She sighed against my mouth and moaned when I nipped her bottom lip. My cock throbbed insistently.

“Turn over,” I instructed.

Frankie didn’t hesitate a beat. She flipped onto her stomach, pulling her hair to the side to allow me access to her throat.

“Good girl,” I murmured.

I kissed the back of her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there, and started pulling on the zipper of her dress, revealing her back inch by inch. My fingertips traced the path of the zipper. I reached the bottom and parted the material, kissing over her shoulder blades and down to the base of her spine. Gooseflesh rose in my wake and Frankie shivered.

I pulled the bottom of her dress up to her hips, exposing her juicy ass, enclosed in a pair of black lace panties that drove me to the edge of reason. I slid a hand between her legs and cupped her pussy, applying pressure above her clit. She was hot and wet even through the lace. Fuck, this girl would be my undoing.

Frankie moaned and lifted her ass to give me better access.

“I can’t decide whether to get you off with my hand first, while you’re all disheveled and at my mercy, or to get these clothes off and fuck you until you cum on my cock.”

“Please fuck me,” Frankie said in a breathy voice. She looked over her shoulder at me, lips parted and eyes wild with want. “Please.”

Any self-control I’d had snapped.

I reached up and practically tore the dress down Frankie’s body.

Blood pounded in my ears, though it felt more like fire in my veins. Seeing her soft curves on display was almost more than I could take. I unsnapped her bra and pulled down her panties before finally rolling her over and burying my face in her ample breasts.

I kissed and sucked with wild abandon, one hand reaching for the bedside table. Once I found what I was looking for, I sat back on my heels and rolled the condom down my turgid cock while Frankie looked up at me with smoldering eyes.

I kissed her again. My body quaked from how much I wanted her. Needed her. I probed my cock into her folds and plunged in to the hilt.

Frankie dug her fingernails into my back, scratching down my spine and making my scalp tingle. I gave her everything I had. No mercy. No holding back. She thrust up against me and our bodies slapped together with wild abandon.

My body swirled with pleasure. It burned under my skin and hijacked my brain, leaving me with only a few thoughts.

Harder.

Faster.

Heaven.

Her hands on my ass. My teeth in her neck.

“I’m so close,” Frankie panted.

My only answer was a growl and a thrust so hard the bed rattled against the headboard. I moved to my knees and slung her legs over my shoulders, needing to see her come apart.

Frankie’s breasts jiggled with the force of my thrusts. She gripped the bedsheets as I plunged even deeper inside of her than before, grunting with effort.

“Oh god,” she moaned. “Yes! Levi! Oh god, Levi!”

A spike of white hot lust surged straight down to my balls. Sweat prickled on my brow but I wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Not when we were both so close to cumming and the world seemed like it would end if I did.

Frankie screwed her eyes shut and the first spasms of her orgasm held my dick in a vice. My eyes rolled back in my head and I broke, shuddering as I spurted over and over again. Frankie milked me to perfection. The room spun and blackness crept in from the edges. For a moment, I heard nothing but the sound of my own ragged breathing and my heart hammering.

I came back down, pulling out of Frankie with quivering legs and collapsing to the side. She rolled over to me, grinning, cheeks flushed.

“I never want to not do that,” she said, nuzzling under my chin.

“Me neither.” I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and stroked her back. My voice came out barely a whisper. “Maybe the next wedding you should start planning is your own.”

Frankie emerged slowly, almost lazily, and met my gaze with a smile. “If I don’t kill you before we get to that part.”

I kissed her cheek. “Sweetheart, you kill me every single day.”

Epilogue

Frankie

1 year later...

“Ow!” I complained. “Careful with the zipper!”

Val smacked me. “I’ll be careful with the zipper when you stop fidgeting.”

“I can’t help it. I’m nervous.”

She came to stand in front of me, offering a reassuring smile. “You’ve got nothing to be nervous about. It’s going to be a piece of cake.”

I sighed. “I know. I’ve only done this a million times.” After a pause, I added, “Though not this part, I guess.”

Val chuckled. “I should hope not.”

I touched her arm. “Thank you for being here. It means the world to me.”

“Nowhere else I’d rather be,” she replied. “Even if I am working for free.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, shut up.”

We both laughed, and I walked over to the mirror to admire the fit of my gown. I’d opted for a slim-fitting mermaid that accentuated my curves, giving me an ass J-Lo could only dream of. My hair was braided loosely over one shoulder, with pearls and diamonds woven into it. Val came to stand beside me, looking gorgeous as ever in her sea-green maid of honor gown, and the two of us leaned against each other. When the door flew open, we both jumped.

“Your father is driving me crazy,” Mom announced, storming into the room. “He won’t stop complaining about his diet.” She dropped her voice to imitate him. “What kind of Italian am I if I can’t eat carbs?”

I turned from the mirror and my mom halted in her tracks. She wrung her hands, eyes filling with tears.

“Baby, you look amazing!”

I went over and hugged her. “I feel amazing. I’m so glad you guys could be here.”

Mom sniffed. “If I’d known that marrying rich would mean the whole family would get flown out to some swanky mountaintop resort, I would have encouraged you to bag the guy from the start.”

“Sure you would.” I patted her back.

“This place has so many good memories for me,” Val said dreamily. “I’m glad you decided to have your wedding here. It’s like I get to experience my own wedding all over again.”

I pulled out of the hug with my mom and smiled at my best friend. “It’s like I get to experience your wedding all over again.”

“Are you ready?” Mom asked. “They’re waiting for you out there.”

I took a deep breath and nodded. “Let’s go.”

The walk to the ceremony space was familiar from when I did it with Valerie, except now each step was shaky and my heart raced at the prospect of what was waiting for me on the other side of the oak double doors. Mom gave me one final hug before entering the room, and soon after the music started.

Val clasped my hand. “You deserve this, Frankie.”

I squeezed it. And then she stepped through the door.

A few seconds later, so did I.

The first thing I noticed as I walked down the aisle was my gorgeous husband-to-be waiting for me with a stunning smile. Levi filled out his tux sinfully and my mind flashed with visions of tearing it off him later.

Then I noticed that Val wasn’t the only one standing on my side of the altar. I nearly tripped.

I had bridesmaids.

When the hell did I get bridesmaids? I peered at them and my mouth fell open when I recognized the first face. Olive Dennington. I went down the line, putting a name to the face of each of the seven girls.

They were my clients, all my favorite ones. By the time I finished absorbing this information, I had reached the alter, where Levi took my hand and leaned down to me.

“You okay?”

I nodded. “Literally never been better,” I said. “Just confused. Did you invite them?”

Levi’s lips turned and he gently shook his head. “They heard you were getting married and all wanted to be here.” He glanced over my head at the girls, then back at me. “You made their weddings the best day of their lives. I guess they wanted to do the same.”

I turned to face them. I scanned down the line, grinning like a maniac, and mouthed, “Thank you.”

Then I turned to the officiant, who’d been waiting patiently this whole time, and nodded. “Let’s do this thing.”

The ceremony flew by, and it felt like I rode a cloud through all the words and smiles. But when the officiant pronounced us man and wife, time narrowed down to that single second where Levi looked at me with so much love in his eyes that I thought I might burst from happiness.

And when my husband kissed me, “Careless Whisper” played in my head.

I closed my eyes and thought back to our first kiss by the fire, to the journey that had brought us together, and to the adventure that lay ahead.

I opened my eyes to a new world.