Chapter 30

Alexander

It was finally here… the day I’d been dreaming of since the moment I’d first spoken to Casey in the clinic. Our wedding had approached quickly, but it had also been one of the slowest months of my life since Casey had asked if we could have the wedding before the baby came. I was excited to officially make her my wife.

As I adjusted my bowtie in the mirror, I looked at my reflection and thought back onto the past eight and a half months. It had been a complete whirlwind. On one hand, it felt like it was just yesterday that Casey and I were in the break room of the clinic making love. On the other hand, it felt like I’d known her my whole life. It was crazy to look back on those first few weeks. I remembered thinking, “Hey, I donate sperm anyway. Why not add some passion into the process?” That felt like a lifetime ago. What had started out as a business arrangement of sorts had developed into something more. I thanked my lucky stars that Casey had been willing to give our relationship a shot after the rocky beginning.

Who would’ve thought that Alexander Preston, thirty-year-old bachelor and notorious workaholic, chronic gym rat and living in his own world, would be saying “I do” to a woman who was about to have his child? Twenty-nine-year-old me would’ve shook his head and laughed. My future plans had been foggy, at best, but Casey had made them clear. I pulled my tux jacket over my shoulders with a confidence that I—confident as I generally was—had never felt before. It was all Casey.

I admired Casey’s enthusiasm about the wedding, but I was still trying to understand her request that we sleep in separate houses the night before the wedding. She had said that it was bad luck to sleep together the night before the wedding, but I didn’t see how spending a night apart from the person I intended to spend the rest of my life with made any difference. Of course, Casey had gotten her way. I wasn’t about to rain on her parade. Nonetheless, I’d missed Casey greatly. I longed for her lips on mine, to see her one more time before we met at the end of the aisle.

Without giving it much thought, I pressed Casey’s speed dial button on my phone and listened impatiently as it rang and rang. “Hello?”

“Hi, I’m looking for my bride,” I said with a laugh.

Casey giggled. “I think you have the wrong number.” She let her joke settle before adding, “What’s up?”

“Come to my dressing room,” I said. “I want to see you.”

“Alexander,” she gushed. “I have to get ready! I need to get into my dress soon!”

I tried to put on my most seductive voice. “What’s another few minutes going to hurt?” With a deal struck that Casey could be back in her bridal suite within ten minutes, she agreed to come see me.

I heard footsteps coming down the hallway and opened the door to greet my soon-to-be bride. There she was, her makeup already done to perfection. Her eyeshadow shimmered in the sunlight that made its way through the hall window, and she was absolutely glowing. Casey’s bump looked adorable peeking through the floral robe. “Hey, hot stuff,” she said. I still couldn’t believe she was talking about me. “Now you saw me, just like you wanted.”

She playfully turned around to leave, and I pulled her in with a twirl and kissed her hard. “Not so fast,” I laughed. Casey followed me into my dressing room, which was really nothing more than a converted office with carpeting, a few couches, and a mirror. Even the metal beams that had clearly been intended to hold up the foundation were prominent and nondescript. Noticing Casey eyeing the room, I said, “How does this compare to your bridal suite?”.

“You want the honest answer?” she asked, smiling. I nodded. “It kicks your dressing room’s ass! It has more mirrors than I can count, and a mini fridge stocked with champagne, and a bunch of snacks, and sofas that are so comfortable I could fall asleep right on them.”

I shook my head. “I guess the bride’s more important than the groom, huh?”

“I guess so,” Casey said in a sensual voice. She moved her lips toward mine and just barely grazed them. “What the bride wants, the bride gets.”

Before I knew what was happening, Casey was unbuttoning my shirt and sliding it off of my body. Our lips and tongues gravitated toward one another with an unstoppable force. “We have to make this quick,” she whispered. As I pulled off my pants, Casey went over and turned the lock into place. Lucky for me, her bridal robe made it easy to undress her. In one swift motion, I pulled the tie to the robe open and slid it onto the floor.

Casey’s curves made her a million times sexier than I ever thought possible. Her wide hips were soft to the touch, and I ran my fingers softly up and down them as I began kissing her neck. “You know we’re getting married in, like, half an hour, right?” I said.

“That makes it all the more fun,” Casey said softly into my ear. I loved the frisky side of Casey, and who was I to deny the bride of her wishes on her wedding day? Besides, the wedding couldn’t start without us. We could take as long as we wanted—but I liked a challenge.

Instead of following me over to the sofa, Casey walked over to one of the metal beams. “What’re you doing, babe?” I asked.

“Just sit down and enjoy the show,” she said, as if she were a dominatrix bossing around a client.

I planted my naked ass on the sofa and waited to find out what “show” Casey was talking about. Boy, was I in for a surprise. Casey quickly wiped down the pole with her robe, but I didn’t mind the interruption. I had the perfect view of her sexy body. Casey slid up and down the pole, twirling about it so that her bottom, covered in nothing but a lacey, white thong, was in full view. I watched as Casey did a little shimmy, making sure that her breasts poured out of her bra for me to enjoy. She then used the pole as a dancing prop, touching herself in ways that turned me on beyond measure. This was the only show I needed for the rest of my life.

I fanned myself with my hand as Casey moved her body in ways I hadn’t even known was possible. Damn, I wished I was that pole. On the other hand, I was quite enjoying watching, and I know that my visible squirming and drooling only gave Casey more fuel. She was enjoying the game.

Casey did a sexy strut over to where I was sitting, carefully removing her thong and bra as she walked. I could feel my lower half stiffen as my jaw dropped in amazement. Every time I thought she couldn’t possibly get any sexier, she managed to prove me wrong. Casey sat herself atop my lap and whispered in my ear, “I’m going to make you moan, Mr. Preston.”

I shuddered, my soldier dancing for joy. It had been years since I’d been to a strip club—probably since Brett’s bachelor party—but Casey reminded me of all that had been missing. What she didn’t know, however, is that she was better-looking and more seductive than all of those erotic dancers combined. Casey moved about my lap, gyrating in ways that caused me to wonder how much longer I could last without any release. It was a more sensual side of her than I’d ever seen before, even in our friskiest of encounters.

The guests in the rows of seats were the last thing on my mind as I looked at Casey. She was a naughty girl, and I couldn’t help but enjoy it. It was our day, and I had to admit that I was completely satisfied, albeit a bit surprise, spending our final moments before our vows like this.

Casey stood up and let her breasts spill into my face. I pinched her hard, pink tips and tugged on them gently with my lips. With just a few weeks to go until the baby was due to arrive, Casey’s mounds were plumper than ever, and I had to restrain myself from all the things I wanted to do to them. As if she hadn’t already pleased me more than enough, Casey got down on her knees and sucked my throbbing arousal. She caressed my hot skin with her tongue until I decided she needed some pleasure of her own. I gave Casey a firm spank, and another for good measure, and pulled her on top of me on the couch. I slipped myself inside her and she rode me as she moved hard against me. Our tongues fought to find one another between desperate gasps. Casey’s glistening skin was warm to the touch as I moved my hands up and down her back. It was cumming—the grand finale. I exploded inside of her and rode the waves of ecstasy. Casey’s long, loud moan told me she was just as pleased.

“Whoa,” I said. It felt lame to say it after the performance Casey had just put on for me, but it was the only thing I could get out between labored breaths. Besides, I thought it summed up the past ten minutes pretty well. “That was… whoa.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself,” Casey said with a grin.

I picked myself up off the couch and helped Casey to her feet. “I’m going to need an encore performance of that once the baby’s born,” I said. I imagined all the ways she could twist and turn—and all the things I could do to her—without the pregnant belly in the way. I shivered just thinking about it.

“Sounds like a plan.” Casey slipped her robe and slippers back on and headed toward the door. She looked back at me with a satisfied smile. “See you at the altar.”