Chapter 8
Frankie
Ruby was still MIA, but Portia and Eva had shown up and were currently in the makeup artist’s chair.
Frankie’s makeup was done and she was in the process of getting her hair curled within an inch of its life beside Aria.
Despite being her father’s ‘Best Girl’, Lottie had insisted on including her and Cordelia in the getting ready portion of the day, and judging by how big she was smiling, it had been the right call.
Maybe Aria didn’t want another mom, but Lottie could definitely step in as a kick-ass older sister.
Just as Frankie was lifting her second mimosa of the day to her lips, the toy tucked inside her aching pussy flared to life for the fourth time that morning. Willing herself not to react, she smiled up at the hair stylist as she wound another lock of hair around the curling iron.
“Your hair is stunning, you know.” Erica beamed down at her as the wand worked its magic. “I have clients who would pay thousands for this exact color, especially with all these gorgeous highlights. Is this your natural color?”
“Yup.” Frankie gritted her teeth as another wave of teasing pleasure hit. “Carpets match the drapes and everything.”
Tossing her head back, Erica let out a long, loud laugh. “Oh, I like you. You’re the maid of honor, right?”
“Matron, technically.” Holding up her hand, Frankie wiggled her fingers so the light caught the ridiculously large diamond Holden had purchased for her when they’d eloped to Vegas.
“Is your husband in the wedding, too?”
“Yeah.”
Erica let out a deep, dreamy sigh as she went to work on a new section of Frankie’s hair. “That’s so romantic.”
Yeah. Romantic. If you think being tortured all day with a toy in your pussy is romantic.
Then again, judging by the stuff she saw online, there were probably a lot of people who would find it romantic. And she might have too, if she weren’t the one currently suffering through the torment.
As if he could hear her thoughts, Holden chose that moment to turn the toy up even higher and Frankie nearly screamed as pleasure turned to pain.
“Excuse me. I need to run to the bathroom.”
“Two seconds and this curl will be done.”
She waited out the two seconds that were really closer to thirty—she was counting—and then hurried back to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Pulling her phone from the pocket of the silky, emerald robe Lottie had gifted them all with, she tapped out another furious message.
Frankie
I swear to god if you don’t stop, Braden is going to have one less groomsman.
Daddy
Something wrong, baby?
She could hear his laughter, and it only served to piss her off even more as the buzzing between her thighs increased.
Frankie
You know damn well what’s wrong. I am about five seconds away from coming over there and riding you like a bull.
Daddy
Step one foot outside that suite, little girl, and you won’t be allowed to come for a week.
Frankie
That’s not faaaaaaaair.
Daddy
Who decides when you get to come, Francesca?
The asshole turned the vibrator up yet again, and the pleasure that came with it was so overwhelming it literally made her knees buckle.
She really was going to kill him.
Closing her eyes, she focused on the waves of pleasure rolling through her. Imagined it was her Daddy touching her, his wicked fingers pressing against her clit as she slid a hand between her thighs and—
She was teetering right on the edge of oblivion when the vibrations stopped. Choking back a scream of frustration, she picked up her phone and glared at the incoming message.
Daddy
Answer me, Francesca.
She considered it a win that her fingers only trembled a little as she typed out her response.
Frankie
You decide when I get to come, Daddy.
Daddy
Good girl. Are you done with your hair?
Frankie
No, Sir.
Daddy
As soon as you’re done, make yourself a small plate of food and send me a picture. If I approve, you will be allowed to, as you said, come over here and ride me like a bull.
Frankie
But I just ate breakfast.
Daddy
That was over two hours ago and you’ve been drinking. It doesn’t need to be a whole meal, just a snack.
Frankie
Yes, Daddy.
Daddy
Good girl.
Tucking her phone back into the pocket of her robe, she lifted her gaze to the mirror and met her reflection’s eyes. “Okay. We can do this. We just have to finish getting our hair done, eat some food, and then we can finally get laid.”
The pep-talk helped, enough for her to not feel like she might murder everyone on sight as she stepped out of the bathroom door.
And froze at the sight of Ivy perched on the edge of the bed, waiting for her.
“Did you need the bathroom?”
“Nope. Waiting on you.”
“Why?”
Eyes glittering with excitement, Ivy rushed over, grabbing hold of Frankie’s hands in her surprisingly strong grip. “Are you pregnant?”
“What? No I’m not pregnant! Why would you even ask me something like that?” Panic beat at her throat as her hand immediately went to the swell of her stomach. Did she actually look pregnant?
“Oh.” Ivy’s face fell. “It’s just this is like the third time you’ve slipped off to the bathroom, so I thought…”
The panic eased, replaced by the urge to murder Holden for putting her in this position. “I’m not pregnant, my husband is just an asshole.”
“What?”
“Holden made me wear a toy and he’s been randomly turning it on all day and he’s driving me crazy.”
“Oh. Oh.” Now Ivy’s eyes danced with mischief. “Well, that explains the bathroom trips. I wouldn’t want to get edged in front of everyone, either.”
“Right? The worst part is, I should be pissed at him, and I am, but I also just wanna jump his bones.”
“I definitely get that. Do you know Cordelia was edging me under that damn blanket all night last night?”
“I knew you two were up to something!”
Ivy giggled. “It was the worst. But it was so worth it when she finally got me home. Hopefully you can get some relief before that though, or it's going to be a long freaking day.”
“He said as soon as my hair is done, I can sneak over and ride him like a bull.”
“Well what the hell are we waiting for? Let’s get your hair done!”
Holden
“What are you grinning at?”
Glancing up from his phone, Holden smirked at his friends, all of whom were staring at him with varying degrees of curiosity in their expressions. “Frankie sent me a photo.”
At their shared grins, he rolled his eyes. “Not that kind of photo. She made herself a plate from the breakfast buffet.”
Braden frowned. “Is she not eating again?”
“She called me last night to tell me she’s been struggling. The wedding apparently put a lot of unexpected stress on her. So I've been… encouraging her to eat today.”
A knowing grin spread across Ice’s face. “So that’s what you’re really smiling at on your phone. You’ve got one of those apps.”
“Yup. But also I told Frankie if she made herself a small plate of food and sent me a photo, I’d let her come over here so I could help relieve some of her stress.”
“What kind of app?” Jacob's voice was full of the kind of hesitant curiosity he often showed whenever the topic of anything remotely kinky came up. Almost as if he wanted to know, but he was scared of what the answer might be.
“It’s for a toy,” Ice explained, before Holden could decide exactly how much information to share with the boy. “To tease Frankie from a distance.”
“Oh.” Eyes widening, Jacob sucked in a breath. “Oh. That’s so mean, Holden!”
Holden couldn’t help but laugh at the outrage in Jacob’s voice. “Well, I am a sadist, son. Besides, Frankie likes it when I’m mean. The same way you like it when your women are mean to you.”
Color flooded Jacob’s cheeks, but before he could respond, the door to the suite swung open and Braden’s brothers strode in. And for once, they actually wore matching smiles, which made them look even more identical than usual.
Fucking creepy.
Braden pushed up from his seat to greet his brothers with, from what Holden had observed, very uncharacteristic hugs.
Turning, Braden swung an arm around the closet brother’s shoulders and grinned. “I think you’ve met most of the guys. Holden, Ice…” His mouth dipped down into a frown. “Where the hell is Beckett?”
“He and Ruby are running a bit late.” Holden carefully kept his tone breezy, not giving away his own worry that they still hadn’t shown up. “You know how it is. Ruby probably got herself into some kind of mischief that Beckett had to take care of before they could come.”
“She’s not that bratty,” Jacob mumbled, clearly put out by the perceived slight against his friend.
Grinning, Ice leaned back against the couch. “She is, and Beckett loves it.”
“Who’s the kid?” Damian—or was it Desmond?—asked, gesturing to Jacob, who rolled his eyes.
“I’m not a kid. Just because I’m not an old man like the rest of you doesn’t mean I’m a child.”
Ice coughed, clearly covering up a laugh, while Holden sent Jacob a warning look. “Careful, son. What would your Daddy say if she heard that?”
Now it was Jacob who grinned. “Knowing her, she’d probably laugh and tell me what a clever boy I am.”
On the other couch, Ice lost his battle with his laughter, collapsing with a howl as Holden shook his head, trying to hold back his own amusement. “Yeah, you’re probably right. She’s the biggest brat of them all.”
“To answer your question, Damian.” Braden pitched his voice up to be heard over Ice’s laughter. “That’s Jacob, the newest member of our group. He belongs to Cordelia and Ivy.”
Damian’s brows rose, his lips curving up in a smile. “Both of them? Nice work, kid.”
“Don’t be crass, Damian.” Desmond elbowed his twin in the ribs, earning him a glare.
Braden shoved them in the direction of the buffet table that had been set up on the far side of the room, shaking his head and muttering about “insufferable older brothers” as he followed them.
Recovered from his laughing fit, Ice sat up and scooched closer to Holden, dropping his voice so the others couldn’t hear. “You sure everything’s good with Beckett? I haven’t heard from him all morning.”
Now that was surprising. Ice was Beckett’s closest friend. So why the hell had he reached out to Holden instead?
Not wanting to give anyone any reason to worry, Holden flashed an easy smile. “I’m sure it’s nothing. He just said he and Ruby were going to be late and asked me to cover for him.”
Ice frowned. “I’m gonna call him, see if I can’t figure out what’s taking them so long.”
“Probaby not a bad idea.” If anyone could get the truth out of Beckett, it was Ice.
Besides. Passing that little chore off to someone else left Holden free to focus all of his attention on keeping his poor babygirl on edge a little while longer.