The Bride Who Bailed (4 page)

Slowly his fingers drifted down my neck and across the exposed tops of my breasts, and I couldn't recall having this much fun in a long, long time. We pulled apart slightly, and he looked down at his fingertips as they traced every so slowly in circles down, down inching toward my nipples.

Suddenly I heard a loud cough, and when I looked up, Jake was standing on the dune, waving a gun at us. And crying.
 

Shit.

The shot missed us, and I looked over my shoulder as it whizzed past us.

"Jake, put that down." I shouted

"No, I want you to come with me, you don't belong with him."

"I'll get him," whispered Drew, "you wait here."
 

"NO!" I shouted as Drew moved forward slowly in the sand heading for the dune Jake was perched on. Jake lifted his gun and shot again. This time it was a direct hit, and Drew fell to the ground as a stain spread on his shirt. It was yellow.
 

"Paintballs?" Drew gasped. "He's shooting us with paintballs?"

"I'm not the least bit surprised" I said as I knelt by him. "You're gonna have a bruise. I didn't think he'd really shoot anyone."

"Well technically, he didn't. Where is he?" Drew sat up rubbing his chest underneath his shirt"Damn, that hurt. He's a jerk, you know that?"

"Yep, I do. He's gone. We should get you some fresh clothes. And ice for the bruise." I sighed, "I'm sorry. He's such a dope. He must have followed us here, I wish he'd go home, this is ridiculous."

Drew drove to his condo so he could change. I couldn't help but watch the road for that clown I almost married. This was getting ridiculous.
 

Drew's condo was on the edge of the hotel property, it was a typical three story with a garage underneath. The front door opened to an entry way and living room, with a set of stairs leading to the dining area. The rooms were furnished in similar colors to the suite I had been in. They were also full of toys. Kid's toys. Well, that was unexpected.
 

"Oh," he said, seeing my face "don't mind the debris. My step-sisters kids hang out here kind of a lot. She sorta lives here some of the time."

"Sorta?" I said, looking around.
 

"Well, mostly. She's divorced and doesn't always have her act together. So, I help her out, and she does help out with the place. It's a good deal, really. Except for looking like the toy store threw up most of the time."

He was hot, he liked kids, apparently. He was good to his family, and he was still speaking to me after my ex shot him with a paintball gun. This right here was a good man.

"I'll be out in just a minute. So, do you have any thoughts about why this guy is chasing you down this way? I mean I get that he thought you were getting married, but it seems like he's not taking the hint all that well that you decided against it?"

"You know, I don't really get it. He's kind of a big man around our little town, his family has a business, they're pretty well off. It's not like no one else would be interested in him. Well, probably. My little slide show might have put some of them off, I guess."

"Do I know this? What did you do exactly?"

"I took pictures of him leaving bars with various women and showed them to our wedding guests as I walked down the aisle."

Drew laughed, "And you seemed so sweet, too. Remind me to stay on your good side."

"It's simple really, I just can't stand liars."

Drew came out of his room wearing a freshly laundered shirt. He stepped toward me and pulled me tightly against him. "I think we were interrupted earlier," he said as he lowered his lips to mine. His hand on my back was firm and sure, and the warmth from the touch of his lips spread down my spine and around and back up again. My knees went weak as he kissed me tenderly, then with more urgency. His hand found its way to the back of my head and he pulled me closer, stroking my back gently with his other hand. My senses were all lit up, fireworks running along my nerve endings. He pulled back for a moment and looked into my eyes, with his hand along the side of my face, then began kissing along my jawline, and down my chest, his thumbs grazing my nipples, which were already pebbled with excitement.
 

I arched my back and pressed my breasts into his solid chest, my arms around his neck and as we kissed I drew my hands back down until they rested gently on his ass. One hand on either cheek, I slid them around to the front and drew my fingernail gently along the denim, against the outline of his cock that I knew I'd find there. He gasped into my mouth and whispered my name against my ear.
 

My body was like liquid fire, and I felt drugged by his touch, and his taste. I ran my hands back up his chest and began to pluck at his buttons, revealing his warm solid chest.
 

"Fair is fair," he whispered and slid his hands under my shirt, stroking my skin with a sure touch. His fingers dipped gently below my waistband and made quick work of unfastening my jeans. Heat licked at my He slid his hands under my top and slipped it over my head, "Let's get you out of these clothes," he said as he slid my bra straps down my shoulders and revealed the tops of my breasts. His tongue was on them in moments, first one, then the other, and I gently clasped my hands behind his head and pulled it down.
 

"Come here," his whispered hoarsely, and pulled me toward the bedroom. I turned and pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. Untucking his shirt I slid my hands down his torso and felt him shiver underneath me.
 
Taking my time I planted little kisses along his collarbone and worked my way down his chest. He was moving underneath me, his hands on my back stroking me as I moved toward his waist band. Unsnapping his jeans I lowered the zipper and heard his sigh. His hands tangled in my hair as I blew warm air across the fabric covering the tip of his cock and felt it harden in response. He pressed me closer and as I lowered the edge of his boxers I opened my mouth and brushed the tip with my lips. There was salty pre-cum there already and I touched my tongue to it then engulfed him with my mouth, swirling my tongue as I sucked. His breath was stuttering and sharp as his cock thickened in response and he arched his back toward me.
 

Rolling to his side, he pulled me away from him and he sprung free with a gentle pop. "C'mere," he whispered, "as he tugged me toward him, and gently brushed my swollen lips with his. I groaned into his mouth and he slipped his hand down my belly toward my pussy. He bumped gently against my clit and I felt sparks lick along my nerve endings in response. The tension was gone from my body and I felt both relaxed and excited at the same time. My senses were heightened. Everything felt good, the brush of the sheets against my skin, the warmth of his breath on my face and neck, his fingertips sliding along ever so slowly, inching forward until the tips were inside me.
 

"I want you, now," he said, "shall I get a condom?" I nodded, mid-kiss, and I heard the tell-tale crinkle as he reached into a drawer and withdrew the packet.

Rising up on his knees, he gazed down at me with his hand stroking his hard-on. He leaned forward and teased my legs apart, and I could feel the dampness as my excitement increased. It had never been this way with Jake, he was formulaic, there was no formula here, it was lust and desire and need. I was wet and ready and he slid just to my entrance and held there, while he looked into my eyes.
 

I braced my hands on his shoulders and pressed him forward. His cock filling me up felt amazing, every nerve was on edge, every movement he made was excruciatingly delicious.

"Oh God, Drew, take me, please I need you!" I begged even as he slid himself in and out of me, bracing his hands on my hips. His face was intent as he continued to thrust and I felt him thickening and thrusting harder, then harder. I reached down and spread my lips exposing my clit as I soared toward my own climax.
 

He sucked in his breath and began to groan and I felt his release as I reached my own, I saw stars and
 
then felt the cooling rush as I came with him buried inside me. My pussy clenched around him convulsively and he rested his hand gently on me as he stroked my side. I loved basking in the afterglow, and he indulged me, holding me tightly and stroking my hair.
 

Well, fortunately this won't complicate things at all, I thought to myself, and we stretched and untangled our limbs. After is always the most awkward part, I think. Even more awkward than before. I mean if you want each other and you know it, then the before thing isn't all that weird. But, after is weird. What do you do with yourself? How do you go home?Do you go home?

This is what I was wrestling with, instead of bathing in the afterglow.
 

I stood, and sat down again immediately. Head rush. I guess my blood wasn't really moving yet.
 

"Mind if I shower, quick?"

"It's your place," I laughed, "sure, me too." I followed him to the bathroom, and stood behind him as we looked into the mirror together. Pressing my breasts up against his back I rubbed my hands up and down his chest and began to kiss along his shoulder and jaw.
 

Just then I heard the unmistakable whine of Drew's sister Ashley.
 

"Drew, are you here? Drew? I need to drop the kids with you tonight, is that ok?"

"Busted," Drew whispered to me in the bathroom. So much for our sexy second round.
 

"I'll be right out," he called. "Stay here," he whispered.
 

I sat down in the shower and waited, dragging a towel over me to keep me warm. I heard raised voices, but tried not to pay any attention, it wasn't really my business. Then I heard a knock at the door, followed by an all too familiar voice. I rested my forehead against the cool tile, hoping the voice would go away. It wouldn't.

There was a soft knock at the door and Drew whispered, "Can you come out here, please?"

Wrapping the towel around myself I walked out of the bathroom to see my former fiancee, of course, and Drew's sister, waiting for me.
 

"Jake! What. Is. It?" I hissed through clenched teeth. God, it would have been easier to marry him. I'd probably have seen less of him.

"We need to talk," he said.

"No, no we don't. Are you armed by the way? Squirt gun, paint ball gun, caulking gun, anything counts. I need to know now!"

"No, no, that was a terrible mistake, I'm so sorry. It won't happen again."

"Damn right it won't, you're going home so you won't be here to do it again!" I was beside him in a flash, and grabbing his ear as I yelled. "I'm done, you got that? Done. Go away. Go home, go anywhere, but leave me alone!"

Drew stepped in, "You heard her. Get out, she doesn't want to see you anymore."

Jake turned, I still had him by the ear and he yelped in pain. "Okay, I'm going, I'm going...it's just..."

"I do not need to hear whatever you're trying to say."

"Fine," he said, twisting out of my grasp and heading for the door. He paused and turned as if he were going to shove someone, but apparently thought better of it, and left.

"Well, that was fun, who is he?" asked Ashley.

"My...um. Former fiancee, I guess. I mean I keep wanting to call him my ex, but we never got as far as getting married."

"Because she walked out on the wedding, the ceremony, left him at the altar," added Drew.

"You didn't?" she gasped.

"I did, actually. He was lying to me, and I sort of called him out on it in front of the crowd, and it seems he's still not over it. I mean who would want to be married to someone who didn't want to be married to them? Anyway... Um, mind if I get dressed? I'm kind of uncomfortable wearing just this."

"Oh, no, sure..." Ashley said. I admired that she wasn't asking a thousand questions about what I was doing at her brother's place, naked in the middle of the afternoon. Although there were so many weird things happening at once, maybe me being here was the least weird one?

Drew followed a few minutes later after Ashley had left, and we dressed quietly.

"So, Ash is dropping the kids off tonight, I was going to ask you to dinner, but I don't suppose you'd be interested in babysitting?"

"Heh, you're on your own tonight, big boy!"
 

He grinned at me, "I don't blame you. Not at all, so, where were we? I think we're supposed to be working on your consulting job?"

"Right, let me see the IT department, we'll figure out how I can help."

The IT department was being run by guys who appeared to be 12 years old. I was sure that they were good at what they did, it's just...they were so young.
 

The problems were not all that complex, but would take some time to unwind. I quoted him a price for a month of work and we worked out the details of staying on the property.
 

So, to recap, now I was, technically sleeping with my boss, and being followed by my former fiancee, who was shooting at me with a paint gun. Excellent. Good choices. I'd deal with all this tomorrow.

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After a good night's sleep I knew it was time to deal with Jake. I had some time before I went to work. He had to go home, this thing with Drew was probably nothing. A break from reality, a temp job at the beach, a gorgeous smile, nothing more...well maybe more for me, certainly nothing more for him. I was a short round-ish, computer expert. And he was a tall dark and handsome owner of a luxury resort. I knew my place.

But Jake, we were done, he had to go.
 

I started with the beach, then checked his room. No Jake. Maybe he was practicing with his paintball gun.
 

I went to the desk. " Hi," I checked her tag, "Lila, do you remember the guy who was following me the other night? Have you seen him?"

"No, not recently, I can leave a message that you're looking for him though?"

"Thanks," I said, and scribbled my new work number for her.