First Love (25 page)

"She has a right to know this psycho is still after her. You can't keep this from her," Jax argues. Beasley isn't having it. I have never seen Beasley like this before.

"Now, you listen here. No one is telling that girl anything until after her wedding. I am going to do everything I can to make sure she has the perfect day she has always dreamed of. I couldn't save her parents so they could be here for her, but I will make damn sure she has a perfect wedding." What the hell was he talking about when he said he couldn't save her parents? He must notice the confusion clearly painted on my face.

"After the wedding, I will explain it all to Amber. I think it is about time she knows the truth about what really happened to her parents," he says somberly. This doesn’t sound good. We tell Jax about all the extra hidden security and all of us making sure she isn’t left alone. He finally agrees to help us look after her while keeping his mouth shut.

"I really hope you two know what you're doing," Jax says as he stands up and walks out of the room. I look over at Beasley. God, I hope we do, too.

I
ROLL
over in bed, afraid to open my eyes. My head hurts so badly. How many Appletini’s did I drink last night? I squint my eyes open a little. Big mistake. Before I can throw my pillow over my head, I hear Kyle chuckle from the doorway. I open one eye and look over at his handsome, smiling face. Why doesn't he look as bad as I feel? It was his bachelor party, too. I notice I have on one of Kyle's t-shirts and my panties. How the hell did he manage to undress me without me knowing it? Oh well, at least he brought me coffee. I guess I can forgive him for looking so damn good.

"Good morning, Princess. How are you feeling this morning, my little lush?" he says with a laugh as he dodges me trying to smack his arm.

"The last thing I remember is singing with the girls. After that, it’s a blank," I say with a groan.

"You don't remember anything after that? Are you sure?" he asks a little too seriously. Oh no, what did I do?

"What did I do? Please tell me I didn't make a total fool of myself in front of all of our friends," I plead with him. He looks at me sympathetically. I am never going to be able to show my face around our friends ever again.

"It wasn't that bad, really. Before we left the bar you got on stage, picked up the mic, and said, ‘Kyle, I'm ready for you to take me home and fuck me senseless.’ You got quite a few laughs. All the guys were trying to pretend they were me. I had to fight them off to get you out the door," he says, laughing. I throw my arm over my face. Great. He takes my coffee out of my hands and places it on the nightstand next to the bed. He leans over me and kisses and nips my ear.

"Too bad you have to get in the shower to get ready to go dress shopping with the girls," he whispers in my ear. "If we had time, I would fill your request. I’d fuck you against the door, on the floor, in the shower, against a wall, on the stairs. Senseless. You wouldn’t know how to handle it." Oh my. The way he says that as he kisses my ear and neck sends instant heat and wetness between my legs. I reach over and grab my phone. I type a quick text to Holly.

Me:
Give me an extra 45 minutes before you pick me up please ;)

Holly:
LOL! Is Kyle giving it to u good? Ha Ha ;)

Gotta love Holly. I place my phone down and turn to him, kissing him lightly as I grab his very hard cock through his boxers. I love how much just kissing me turns him on.

"I just bought us an extra forty-five minutes. How about you join me in the shower. You can fuck me against the wall," I say with a grin as I slide my hand inside his boxers. As soon as I touch his bare skin, he moans. I have no idea how he manages it, but he is able to get off the bed with me in his arms and carry me into the bathroom. I squeal and wrap both arms around his neck, afraid I’ll fall. Without breaking our kiss, he turns the shower on, and then gently sets me on the floor. He grabs the bottom of the t-shirt and quickly pulls it up over my head. The way he looks at me, all dark and smoldering, makes me instantly wet. His lips then come down on my shoulder, and he slowly kisses along my collarbone. He keeps kissing down along the top of my breast. I run my hands through his silky hair. He sucks and licks the nipple of, first, my right breast before moving to the left to pay it the same attention. His hands reach down between my legs and I moan in anticipation. Instead of touching me, though, he rips my panties off of me. Before I have a chance to reach for them, he has his boxers off. He bends down, grabs my ass with both hands, and lifts me up. I quickly wrap my legs around his waist as he kisses me again and walks us into the steamy shower. I close the door behind us. He reaches down between my legs and runs his fingers along my entrance.

"Do you know how fucking hot it is that you are always so wet and ready for me, Princess?" he growls as he gently bites on my neck.

"Well, if it's anything like how hot it is that you are always hard and ready for me, then yes, I do know," I say as I position myself just right and slide down over him.

"Mmm ... Princess," he groans as he turns us around and slams my back against the wall. Finally, the old Kyle is back. The one that doesn’t treat me like glass. I really missed him. He thrusts inside me so hard, I know I’m going to have a hard time walking later. Not that I am complaining. It feels way too good to care about being a little bow-legged later.

"Is this what you had in mind, baby?" he asks as he grips my hips tighter.

“Yes ... but ... even ... better." It is getting hard to think. I can feel myself getting so close. And by the sounds coming from Kyle, he is, too. He slows his pace enough to bring his lips to my ear. He knows that whispering or breathing in my ear is enough to make me explode.

"Come with me, Princess.” His deep voice tinged with need is all it takes to send me flying over the edge. My head falls forward and I am screaming his name as I feel myself tighten around him. He is right there with me.

"Oh. Fuck. Baby. I love you," he says as he stills and drops to the floor with me still on his lap. I snuggle into him as close as I can.

"I love you, too." I rest my head on his shoulder and sigh in contentment. Life does not get better than this. After a few moments, Kyle stands us up. He slowly and carefully washes every single inch of me, including my hair. When he is done, I try to return the favor, but he kisses me sweetly and hands me a towel.

"Get ready so you can go find that beautiful dress you are going to marry me in," he says as he gives me his panty-dropping smile. If he wants me to get dressed, he really needs to stop looking at me like that. Reluctantly, I get dressed. Half an hour later, I’m kissing Kyle goodbye at the front door.

I climb into the front seat of Holly's SUV, and I am shocked to see Paul driving. Holly and Taryn are in the back seat. He notices my surprised look and laughs at me.

"Kyle put me in charge of the tuxes. Holly said the colors of the ties and shit have to match the Bridesmaid dresses. So, I thought I could pick all that out with you guys, seeing as I don't know the first damn thing about it. Do you know how many different styles of tuxes there are? I don't want to screw up your big day by picking ugly tuxes." He gives me a sheepish grin. "You wouldn't want us up there looking like the guys from
Dumb & Dumber
would you?" He laughs. With the killer smiles these boys have, I’m not surprised they always get their way.

"Well, I guess for today you’re just one of the girls," I say with a smile.

"Oh goody! This is going to be so much fun!" Paul says in the girliest voice he can manage. He keeps us in stitches all the way to Miami. The drive is about an hour and a half long, but Miami is the biggest city around. If I can’t find a dress there, then I am not going to find one anywhere.

The first boutique we stop at makes me smile when I see the name. To no one in particular, I say, “Did Kyle pick out this place?"

Taryn, who doesn't talk much, speaks up. "No, actually I found it online. Isn't the name perfect? When I looked at some of their designs they seemed to specialize in what you have in mind." I give her a smile that says how much I appreciate how thoughtful she is. The name of the boutique is "Princess Weddings." Fitting, right? Ever since I was a little girl I have always wanted to wear a wedding dress that made me look like a princess from a fairy tale. I was obsessed with Disney princesses as a child, hence Kyle's nickname for me.

We all pile out of the SUV and head inside. The place is huge and breathtaking. There are crystal chandeliers hanging everywhere. The flooring is white and grey marble. The walls are painted a pastel pink with beautiful photos of women in even more beautiful wedding gowns. There is a sitting area off to the right with cream colored leather couches and marble coffee tables. A very tall, handsome man steps out from behind a white satin curtain. He looks like a Greek God. He has black hair with eyes so blue, they look like they are glowing. His skin is a golden olive color … and the muscles. My Lord, the muscles. Unfortunately, he only seems to have eyes for Paul. Which all of us find quite amusing.

"My name is Zeus." He is even named after a Greek God. “Which one of you lovely ladies is our bride?" he asks, still eyeballing Paul. My stomach is going to hurt so badly by the time I get home from laughing so hard. Everyone points to me. Zeus takes my hand and leads me to a couch. There are a bunch of books on the coffee table in front of me.

"You start looking through these. When you see something you like, write down the number. Once you choose a couple to start trying on, I will have a good idea of what you are looking for and we can go from there. I will go and get you all some champagne while you start looking." He winks at Paul as he passes, and we all burst out laughing … even Paul.

After I choose five dresses from the book, I start trying them on. By the time I am trying on the third one, Zeus has a rack full of dresses for me. Two bottles of champagne and twenty dresses later, I’m getting frustrated. All of the dresses I have tried on are beautiful, they just aren't "The One." I feel bad that Paul and the girls are probably bored out of their minds. Paul has chosen the tuxes and the girls have picked the bridesmaid gowns. My only stipulation was the color. I had to have purple. It is my favorite color, after all. The girls chose a simple, deep plum strapless satin dress. It’s floor-length, and it is gorgeous. The dress is very elegant and would be cool in the summer heat. The best part is that it could be worn again to other occasions. They are perfect. The tuxes are traditional black with white shirts and bow ties. The vests are the same color plum as the girls’ dresses.