A Bad Boy For Summer (13 page)

“No.”

“Clay!”

I was furious. Livid. I was-

Right side up finally.

I felt my ornate hairdo come undone. My hair tumbled over my shoulders. My cheeks were bright red.

Frannie ran forward, helping me readjust myself. Her fingers brushed through my hair quickly. Then she stepped back.

Her eyes were wide with-

Laughter.

I glanced at the crowd. Everyone was trying not to laugh.

I looked at Clay, ready to glare him into the center of the earth.

But I stopped. He looked… he looked like he was crazy in love with me. And ready to get married.

Maybe I shouldn’t have made him wait all week. The poor boy did get very wound up, even without having me for a day or two.

Like the time I got the flu.

He’d had the same look in his eyes.

Just… not quite as bad.

I rolled my eyes and turned to the Judge who was officiating the ceremony. I listened attentively as he spoke of the citrus of marriage, of love, of partnership.

I was feeling good again, calm, like I was doing the right thing.

That was before I glanced at Clay. He was ignoring the Judge completely.

He was staring at me.

At my tits.

He licked his lips.

I kicked him.
 

Abruptly he started paying attention again.

“Do you Clay Monroe Westfield, take Nevada Jones to be your wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and health, until death do you part?”

Clay took my hands and stared deeply into my eyes.

“I do.”

“Do you Nevada Jones, take Clay Monroe Westfield to be your husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and health, until death do you part?”

I paused and Clay’s eyes got very big.

He looked… worried.

Then I smiled at him.

“I do.”

“By the power vested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you man and wife.”

The crowd cheered.

“You may kiss the bride.”

Clay pulled me against him so fast that it almost gave me whip lash. Then he laid a kiss on me that was more suited for the bedroom than the chapel.

Not that we were in a chapel, but still.

People were cheering as Clay lifted me up and carried me down the aisle, past the startled photographer and into the house.

“We need to get- pictures!”

“After!”

The last thing I heard was the confused photographer ask his assistant.

“After what?”

Chapter Twenty Three

Jace

Most of the guests were gone as I led Frannie over to the hill where Nevada said they used to watch the fireworks. I had a surprise for her.
 

A blanket and a bucket with a bottle of champaign were waiting for us.

“What’s this?”

I sat down and waited for her to sit next to me.

All day I’d been in awe of her poise and charm. Never mind the way she looked in that dress.

My sexy little Frannie had turned into an elegant woman in the blink of an eye.

I liked it. I liked it a lot.

If I was honest with myself, I loved it.

But I wanted my Frannie back with her wild hair and shy smiles. I wanted to tear off her dress and mess up her hair.

I wanted to pounce on her.

“I have a surprise for you.”

She gave me a look.

“I’m not sure I can handle any more surprises! Can you believe Clay???”

I didn’t laugh. He’d told me Nevada was driving him crazy all week. Closing the candy shop so to speak.

I could one hundred percent believe what he’d done during the ceremony.

If Frannie did that to me… I’d do the same damn thing.

Fuck, I’d make the whole party wait!

I handed her a glass of champagne. Classy stuff, but it got the job done. I wanted her relaxed.

“Drink.”

She took the glass and sipped, giggling.

“I’ve had quite a bit of this already today Jace.”

I smiled at her, leaning on the blanket.

“That’s okay. It’s a special occassion.”

I pulled out the remote control Clay had given me.

“What is that?”

“Just watch.”

I pressed the button and waited.

In an instant the area at the bottom of the slope lit up with the stationary fireworks display.

It said four words. Each word lighting up one at a time.

FRANNIE

YOU

ARE

NEXT

She jumped to her feet in shock. Her mouth was open. Her hands were on her cheeks. She was staring in awe at the magnificent display Clay and I had come up with.

She almost fell backwards laughing her ass off.

I was a little offended by that.

“What, it’s not romantic enough?”

She was laughing too hard to answer me.

“Francine.”

She abruptly stopped laughing, clued in by the tone of my voice.

Then she noticed that I was kneeling.

And the ring in my hand.

Now she really looked surprised.

“Frannie.”

I had her attention.

“I love you Frannie.”

Her eyes were wide as she stared at me.

“Will you marry me?”

Her eyes filled with tears and she nodded. Silly girl still couldn’t seem to talk.

Then she was in my arms kissing and squeezing me tighter than I’d ever been squeezed.

“Christ woman! Is that a yes?”

“Yes, Jace. I will marry you.”

Well, thank fucking God!

Frannie

I stared down at the ring on my hand. Jace had somehow spoken to my Gran before we left, and she had given him her ring. It meant more to me than he could know.

She had given her approval.

The ring was simple gold, with a pearl surrounded by tiny diamonds.
 

Nothing overly ornate or expensive.

But sweet. Pure. Honest.

Like my Jace.

He’d looked offended when I laughed at his fireworks display.

He didn’t look offended now.

He was too busy trying to get my dress off of me.

“Jace!”

He grunted and continued fiddling with the little buttons that ran up the back and side of my dress.

“Wait until we get upstairs please.”

He frowned at me.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes! There are still people everywhere!”

He looked up and noticed the party planners were removing the set up from the wedding. He nodded, sighing heavily. That’s when he got knocked on his ass.

Clay and Nevada had arrived.

“Be careful Clay!”

“Sorry man. I had to do that.”

Nevada hugged me.

“I’m so happy for you Frannie! Congratulations!”

“Shouldn’t you guys be having your wedding night?”

Nevada blushed.

“We were but I insisted we come down when I saw the fireworks. He didn’t even warn me!”

She glared at Clay. He was shirtless and she was wearing a silk robe.

I glanced at her wrist. The belt of her robe was tied around it.

“Clay up to his old tricks?”

She blushed again.

“If I’d known marriage would be like this-“

She leaned forward and whispered to me.

“I’d have done it sooner!”

We laughed and linked arms, walking back to the house.

“Where are you going woman?”

I ignored Jace. Nevada took pity on them and waved.

“See you inside!”

I heard running footsteps behind me. Then both Nev and I were lifted off our feet. They carried us inside.

The two of them were cave men! There was no other word for it.

Nev was laughing as Clay carried her up the staircase.

“See you in the morning!”

I waved at her, both of us upside down.

Jace didn’t put me down until we were alone in our guest room. He tossed me on the bed and then locked the door. He started pulling his clothes off as he walked towards me.

There was a glint in his eye I didn’t quite trust.

“Jace… what are you…”

He held up his tie.

“Give me your hands sweetheart.”

I shrieked and ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I locked it.

“You can’t lock me out. I’m your fiancé!”

I was trying not to laugh as I stared in horror at the door knob. It was jiggling.

Abruptly it got very quiet.

Then the door swung open.

Jace stood there, holding a bobby pin.

“You do know you are marrying a criminal right?”

I gasped and he grabbed me, carrying me to the bed.

“Stay.”

I tried to catch my breath but the way he was looking at me made it impossible.

“Tsk tsk Francine. You just made this so much worse on yourself.”

“I- I did?”

He nodded, walking towards me.

“So much worse…”

Chapter Twenty Four

Jace

She was reading. Again. Frannie put her forearm on the book and used her free hand to turn the page.

I only let her have one hand.

The other one was intertwined with mine.

“Would you like a drink? Cheese and crackers?”

I nodded to the stewardess.

“Jack and coke.”

Frannie shook her head.

“Nothing for me thanks.”

We were riding first class to Tokyo. The first time I’d been on a plane. Ever. And I was riding in style.

Neither Frannie or I had paid for it thought.

No one had really.

Apparently Clay’s family owned stock in an airline.

Rich people were weird. Not all of them were bad though. This was a pretty nice engagement gift, I had to admit.

I rubbed my thumb over the back of Frannie’s hand. She looked at me, concern in her eyes.

“You bored?”

I shook my head slowly. My eyes were on her lips. I watched a blush steal over her pretty face.

“Jace- what are you?”

I leaned forward and kissed her.

“As soon as everyone goes to sleep, we are joining the mile high club.”

“What!”

“You heard me.”

The stewardess brought my drink over and I smiled at Frannie, taking a sip. She was staring at me nervously. Clearly I had her wheels turning.

Good.

Mine had been turning since we boarded.

What else was there to do on such a long ass flight?

Soon enough the cabin was quiet, with all the first class people sound asleep. Even coach and business were quiet, with the lights dimmed throughout the plane. Frannie’s head was on my shoulder, her book closed in her lap.
 

I lifted it slowly, placing it on top of her carry on bag.

She had two actually. One for her and one for me to carry on for her. Both of them were almost all books.

I shook my head.

My Frannie was a funny girl.

I pushed her hair back and whispered in her ear.

“It’s time.”

She blinked at me, looking like a sexy little owl. Then she blushed and nodded.

I could tell she was nervous.

That was okay.

She would get over it.

I led her towards the bathrooms up front. No one was around so I slipped inside, pulling her behind me.

Finally, we were alone.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

I rubbed my thumb over her lip before I kissed her. My hands were on her ass, wasting no time in bringing her against my throbbing cock. I was hard as a rock.

After all, it had been almost twelve hours since I had her.

I felt like I was going to explode all day. All the blood rushed to my dick every damn time she reached over for something. Dealing with luggage and tickets… taking off her shoes.

She had been bending over a lot.

Hmmfffff…

“Take your pants off.”

She laughed nervously and did as I asked. I pulled her shirt and bra up to her armpits. Now I had full access.

And I damn well used it.

My hands and lips touched her sensitive spots, making sure to get her as amped up as I was.

I pulled my cock out. It was already glistening with my precum.

She ran her hands over it, leaning down to lick the tip.

“Unffff… Fuck Frannie. No time.”

I hoisted her hips up so her thighs were on my hips. Pushing her so her ass rested on the edge of the sink, I held my cock at the sweet spot where her pussy lips met.

Slowly I pushed forward, my cock thanking me instantly.

I wanted to stay there forever but I knew we didn’t have a lot of time.

So I got to work.

Frannie

Jace had one hand behind my head, protecting it. Otherwise it would have been banging against the bathroom mirror with each thrust.

BANG BANG BANG BANG

They must be able to hear us
I thought as another orgasm tore through me. I heard a ding and then an announcement signaling turbulence ahead.

“Jace.”

The plane dipped slightly and he picked up his pace.

“Jace.”

I felt his cock swell inside me.

“Jace!”

“Unfff… Fuck. I fucking love you, you know that?”

He groaned as he came, his seed filling me up. He didn’t stop fucking me though. He was still slowly grinding me when I felt him getting hard again.

“What are you doing Jace?”

“Again.”

“We can’t! We are going to get busted.”

He grunted as I pushed him away. His cock was in his hand as he stared at me, clearly not concerned.

“I don’t care.”

“Well, I do. Plus, didn’t you hear? They said there might be turbulence!”

He grinned at me cockily

“I’ll give you turbulence.”

I laughed, covering my mouth to stifle the sound.

“When we land okay? We can do it all night in the hotel. We don’t have to go out.”

“A whole day and night.”

I rolled my eyes at him.

“Yes! Fine. We aren’t supposed to be looking at apartments for a couple of days. I don’t start work for two weeks.”

“Twenty four hours. No interruptions.”

I stared at him.

What exactly had I just agreed to?

“No phone. No friends. No books.”

I nodded slowly and he grinned.

“Okay Frannie. You have a deal.”

I slid out of the bathroom and exhaled. No one has seen us go in apparently. Maybe the doors were thicker than I thought.