Chapter 42 #2
“Yeah.” Her cheeks go pink. “There’s a pool table, dart boards, some pinball machines, and even skeeball. Uh, Dax and I found it after the rehearsal dinner. We could go hang out there. Maybe print out pictures of people we hate and put them on the dart boards.”
And that’s how, after stuffing our faces with more amazing food and giving Haven the third degree about Dax (which earns us basically no information), we end up throwing darts at pictures of Calvin and Stephanie while discussing possible vacation destinations.
I’m still debating where I want to go with Alex, I think because literally anywhere would be amazing with him, but Bean finally chooses where she wants to go and calls the airline after we grab coffees and chairs in our little hidden sitting area…
only to find out that somehow, the cheaters were able to change the name on the plane ticket from Elizabeth Boyd to Stephanie Boyd, and moved the flight up.
They took off just a couple of hours after leaving the wedding venue.
Since Bean’s basically unable to speak in full sentences after getting off the phone with the airline, I call the resort in Cancun.
When Bean made the reservation, she used the credit card Alex designated for all things wedding to pre-pay for the all-inclusive option.
But Calvin was able to check in a few days early.
At this point, those assholes are taking a two-week vacation on Alex’s dime.
Luckily, he knows some of the best lawyers in the entire country.
He won’t really give a shit about the money, but fuck, who has the gall to do something like that?
Katie overhears us talking about it and threatens to fly down to Cancun herself, sneak into the room, and steal their underwear or something.
I’m inclined to believe it’s more than a threat when I see her start to search for tickets on her phone.
Bean’s chill attitude of the day is blown to shit.
“Let’s have a big bonfire tonight. I want to burn everything wedding-y,” she says at dinner. “We can roast marshmallows over the charred remains of my false future, and I’ll rise out of the ashes like a mother fucking phoenix.”
Okay, so she might be a little drunk. Who can blame her, really?
“Lizzie, be reasonable. A lot of the stuff can be sold or used later.” Tiffany’s sitting at a different table than we are, but has hardly stopped glaring at us, or adding comments, since she sat down.
“Burn whatever the fuck you want to, kiddo,” Alex says, shooting his own glare at Tiffany.
“Your new boyfriend is cool,” Bean stage whispers.
“Meh, he’s okay,” I respond with a wink.
We make plans to meet outside in an hour for wedding-dress-burning and s’more-making.
Bean goes with Katie to retrieve the bag of cloth kindling while Alex and I head to the suite so he can shower and I can grab the pretty blue bridesmaid’s dress I’ll never wear again.
Once there, Alex undresses and starts the water.
Then he turns to me and cocks an eyebrow.
“What?” I ask him.
“You’re still dressed.”
“Oh, am I taking a shower, too?” I sass, hand on my hip and everything.
“Get naked, sunshine.” His voice is all low and sexy.
How am I supposed to say no to that? I make sure to do a little extra ass-shaking as I take my clothes off.
As soon as they’re all on the floor, I shriek as Alex grabs me and pulls me toward him.
His lips come crashing to mine, and I immediately open my mouth to give his tongue an all-access pass.
After kissing me breathless, he uses that tongue to trace lines down my neck, down my chest, down my stomach…
“Alex,” I moan when he lifts me onto the bathroom counter and kneels on the plush rug in front of me.
He hooks my knees over his shoulders. I should protest, or at least remind him that we’re on a time limit, but I kind of forget my own name when he starts fucking me with his tongue and grazing my clit with his teeth. “Oh fuck, that’s good. Don’t stop.”
He grunts in reply, as if he’s offended that I would even think he might stop.
I can’t keep my hands out of his hair, can’t keep myself from grinding my pussy against his face.
I make noises I don’t even know how to describe other than feral when I come.
Then he’s standing and thrusting his hard cock inside me, filling me.
He pumps in and out, his mouth that tastes like my arousal on mine, and when I feel my pussy tighten around him with another orgasm, his movements become frantic until he stills and comes.
When I regain my wits a little, I grab his face and kiss him, hard.
“Have I told you I love you yet today?”
Alex presses his forehead to mine. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say those words, sunshine.”
His eyes drop as he takes a step back and his cock slips free. “And I’ll never get tired of this. Fucking perfection.” He gently trails his fingertip through my slit before looking up at me, a serious, almost pained expression on his face.
I know what’s going through his head right now. We’re still working on making sure we’re both okay after that night. I nod and he groans in relief, his gaze moving to watch as he pushes his cum back inside me.
“A spit kink and a breeding kink, huh?” I ask. “Is the spit kink exclusive to coffee, or…” I glance at his dick, delighting in the way it twitches, then raise a curious eyebrow at him.
His breath catches in his throat and fire flashes in his eyes.
“Hmm, good to know. I’ll save that little piece of knowledge for later. But now, we have a bonfire to get to.”
Alex huffs and helps me off the counter. “Tease.”
I grin as I walk past him toward the shower. “You like it when I’m sassy.”
He swats my ass. “I fucking love it.”
Most of the supportive people in Bean’s life (minus my mom, Alex’s mom, and Haven’s mom, who are hanging out with all the kids too young to drive) spend hours outside, around a huge fire pit, eating marshmallows, drinking beer, and watching Bean occasionally throw something into the flames.
“Same Penis Forever…” She holds up the sash from the bachelorette party. I don’t even know how that thing got here. “So much for that!” And into the fire it goes.
After watching it burn for a few seconds, she glances around, mumbling, “Where are those crotchless panties I bought for the honeymoon?”
Alex groans behind me. I’m sitting between his legs in an oversized chair, leaning against his chest with one of his arms wrapped around me. “Jesus, I wish I’d packed my noise-canceling headphones,” he grumbles, taking a drink of his beer.
I snort and shrug a shoulder. “Well, that was just poor planning on your part.”
“Are you saying I should have expected this?”
“This?” I wave my arms out at my best friend, who is tossing a white stiletto into the flames with a wild laugh. “Not this in particular, just… It’s Bean. Expect the unexpected. Always.”
With a chuckle, Alex kisses the shell of my ear and hums in agreement.
Burning shit must be pretty damn therapeutic for Bean because Tuesday, she and Matt drive into town for more stuff. They drag Piper back with them to the resort, claiming we need another dance party before we leave, too.
“Everything that reminds me of that asshole is going in the burn pile. And everything from the stupid pageants I hated being in. Except the crowns. I brought those for us to wear because they’re pretty!” Bean declares when they return.
Like the good friends we are, Haven and I wear tiaras while we sit by the fire for the second night in a row.
Alex, being a good dad to Bean and a good boyfriend to me, just sits back and lets us do our thing, wearing the noise-canceling headphones I’m sure he paid an ungodly amount to have delivered within twelve hours. It makes me love him even more.