Tiffany

 

 

 

“They are beautiful,” I said as stared at the bouquet in Morgana’s hand.

“I picked out the flowers. These pink ones are peony rose, and the purple are hydrangeas, with uh, what are these again?” Morgana asked as she turned to the florist.

“Lamb’s ear. It gives a little greenery to the bouquet,” the woman in the green apron with silver hair said.

Morgana nodded. “Right, lamb’s ear. And, of course, the blue ribbon to tie it all together.”

I tilted my head. “Blue?”

“You know, something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.”

“Oh, right. Of course. Well, I love it.”

The florist smiled at Morgana. “It’s not the final one. This is just a sample to give you an idea of what it’ll look like. Yours will be much bigger for the wedding in three days.”

It had been a week since I finally had sex. I thought my vagina might fall out if I didn’t get something soon. It was so worth it. The wait. And, his cock.

I smiled and strolled around the small shop called The Bloom Room, running my fingers over the tips of petals. Their soft texture reminded me of Jagger’s big dick.

Just about everything was reminding me of his cock.

Like when Evaleen took me to Chuck’s Sausage Shack for lunch on Friday . . . Or when I went to the grocery store and passed the cucumbers. Then I stopped and gazed at the cucumbers. After which I grabbed a couple so I could lie next to one in bed at night and dream about Jagger’s cock.

“I bet I know what’s on your mind?” Morgana said as she slid beside me.

“What?” I felt my face heat, knowing she could see the blush on my cheeks.

Then I snorted.

“The cake. Well, it’s a surprise. But let me tell you, it will be the best thing you ever tasted.” Her eyes glazed over as she stared off into the distance.

“I’ve already tasted the best thing,” I mumbled.

“Huh?” Morgana said coming out of her cake fantasy.

“Nothing. I bet it will be delicious.”

The bell over the door rang and when I looked up, the current jacked up porn scene that was playing in my head appeared to be coming to life.

“Jagger,” I said with too much enthusiasm to be dismissed as a simple surprise.

We met up again Saturday night after David went to bed but I didn’t want Jagger to spend the night. This was just sex, I didn’t want David to think the thing between Jagger and me was more than friendship.

But that’s the last time we were together. We had been sexting each other the past several nights as he’s been busy trying to make his ninja studio happen. I’ve been busy with doctor appointments, David starting school, a few client meetings over logo changes, and any last-minute wedding freak outs that Morgana’s been having. All these things foiled any of our attempts to see each other.

“Tiffany.” His eyes darkened as they traveled my body.

When he said he was free today and wanted to see me, I mentioned I had to go to the florist with Morgana in the morning but was free the rest of the day. Even David was hanging out at Diego’s place. I had met his parents and they loved David. And, since Diego had a basement with a big screen TV and a PlayStation, the boys spent more time there than at our apartment.

“Oh, hey, Jagger. Funny running into you here.” Morgana creased her brow walking toward him.

Jagger’s eyes flipped between Morgana and me. I hadn’t told my friends that Jagger had, with too many orgasms to count and sex in every room in his cramped apartment, ended my dry spell. Maybe dry spell doesn’t best describe it. It was more like an arid desert, so vast it made the Sahara look like a patch of sand by a river.

“I asked him to meet me here. I wanted to thank him for, uh, some great advice he gave me.” Heat traveled up my neck as I stared at him.

“I usually don’t like to gloat, but that advice was really good. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, it was fantastic,” he said, his voice deepening as he inched toward me.

“And the way you, um, said it. So many different ways. I never realized I could see things like that. You really have a knack for advice.” I bit my lip and took a quick peek at his jeans zipper, but was more interested in what was behind the zipper.

“Huh, I never knew you were so good at giving advice, Jagger? Maybe you can help convince Tiffany to let David be in the wedding.”

That cooled me down like a bucket of ice directed at my vagina.

“I already gave you my answer on that, Morgana. Yes, David has made a lot of progress, even in the weeks since you asked, but I don’t—”

Morgana turned to me with her hands on her hips. “The ceremony isn’t even that long.”

I glanced up at Jagger and could tell he was holding back whatever he was thinking.

I waved my hand at Jagger. “Out with it. I know you have an opinion on this.”

“Screw Edgar,” Jagger mumbled before turning his eyes up to mine. “I think Morgana’s right. Have you even asked David?”

I slid my tongue over my teeth as I plucked up a rose from a vase. “No, but that doesn’t mean—”

“Give him a chance.” Jagger walked over and placed his hand on my shoulder.

He was right. This was exactly what David yelled at me about the other week. As much as I feared it would be too much for David, I had to at least ask if he wanted to be a groomsman. This was his decision, not mine.

“I should . . . I mean, I will.” I turned to Morgana as a smile took over her face. “I’m sorry, David may be getting bigger and stronger with each day, but I can’t help but still worry about him. I’ll ask him tonight when he gets home from Diego’s house.”

Morgana jumped up and down, clapping her hand.

“Yay! I promise that we will have a chair nearby if he needs to take a rest. Oh, Henrik will be so happy.” Morgana wrapped her arms around me for a big squeeze.

“What are you two doing right now? We should celebrate. Everything is going to be perfect at this wedding. The cake, the flowers,” she gave the florist a smile, “the groomsman. Everything. I just wish Henrik would tell me where it’s taking place.”

I sucked in my lips so I wouldn’t let my smile show. Henrik wanted the wedding location to be a surprise, and I knew Morgana would love it. It was going to be an intimate affair at her favorite bakery, Got Cake. Where right after they say I do, they feed each other a piece of cake.

She really was having the best wedding.

“Actually, I wanted to show Jagger something back at my place.”

“Okay, we’ll all head over there and then I’ll take you both to lunch. My treat.” Morgana’s eyes bounced between us.

I gazed at Jagger. He wasn’t happy. With a tightening jaw, I knew what he wanted me to say, but I didn’t really want to tell everyone yet.

It was just sex. What if it got back to David? He cared for Jagger. It would break his heart if the thing between us fizzled out.

“I really need to show Jagger in private.” I frowned unable to come up with a better excuse.

“That’s weird. Why would you need to show him something in private?” Morgana said before chuckling.

“Because what she wants to show me is in her panties, and I would like to show her what I have under my clothes, too,” Jagger said.

My eyes widened as Morgana’s mouth dropped open. I could hear the muffled giggle from the florist behind us.

My cheeks heated and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Jagger!”

“Oh, I get it now,” Morgana said.

I rolled my eyes. Morgana was nice and a bit goofy, but sometimes it took her a while to process things.

“What?” Jagger said, challenging me.

“They’re my friends. If I want to tell them we’re,” I lowered my voice, “having sex, then I’ll do it myself.”

“Fine. I forgot how embarrassed you are of me,” Jagger said before turning and walking out the door.

“Men are the worst,” I growled as I balled my hands at my side. “Excuse me, Morgana. I’ll take a raincheck on that lunch celebration.”

“Of course,” I heard Morgana say as I marched out the door.

When I was outside the shop, I noticed he was about to step into a taxi. I scurried over before he could close the door.

“Jagger. Where are you going?” I said slightly winded.

“To your place.” He turned to me with the door between us.

“Without me?”

“I figured you would end up there. We need to talk, and I’m not about to do that in a flower shop.” He pushed the door open to allow me to climb inside.

I turned to him once we were seated and he gave the address to the driver. “Okay, so let’s talk.”

His eyes remained focused on the driver. “Okay, so let’s talk.”

“Okay,” I said through clenched teeth.

It was a silent and stuffy trip back to my building. What was only a ten-minute drive felt like hours with Jagger’s irritable silence.

When we finally made it inside my apartment and I shut the door, all the words Jagger had pent up came rushing out. I was endangered of being knocked down by a tidal wave of sound.

“What is it about me that you find so repulsive? Is it that I’m not rich like every guy your friends date?” He paused.

My mouth fell open and as I was about to respond he continued, “Maybe it’s that I’m currently jobless. Or you’re ashamed of that night in Vegas. Which I can promise you nothing happened.” He pointed his finger in the air as if that statement alone made him some sort of saint.

“Except we got married, and I have no recollection of that night.” I folded my arms as we stood in the entranceway of my apartment. The man didn’t even let me put down my purse.

He cleared his throat, his eyes taking a break from trying to burn me alive. “Except for that, yes. If I had known you wouldn’t remember anything, I probably wouldn’t have married you.”

“Probably?” I took a step closer, throwing my purse on the kitchen counter beside us.

“Most likely. Not. No, I would not have married you.”

And that’s when I faltered. Something stuck in my throat, and I had to take a moment before I could speak.

“Then you regret it?” I asked.

He rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head. “No. I don’t regret marrying you. I don’t think I regretted it even when I stepped out of the hotel bathroom the next day and found you weren’t there.”

My eyes burned, and I couldn’t tell if my heart wanted to jump out of my chest or melt into oblivion.

“How about you, Tiffany? Do you regret marrying me?”

Of all the uncertainty I had about Jagger, this was the one answer I knew for certain.

“Yes,” I said.