19. Vegas?
Vegas?
Amity
I n less than eighteen hours, I am going to be Mrs. Amity Jean Mercer-Holdings. Shit, pineapples! I’ll be Casanova Blake Holdings' wife. What a whirlwind this year has been. Let alone, if you asked me even eight months ago, marriage was never in the cards for me, and then even three months ago, I believed my newly founded fairytale would be destroyed. Now here we are at my parents’ house for rehearsal dinner. The pastor is running late for actual rehearsal, so I take the time to rummage through my thoughts. The irony of the two of us together is not lost on me. I’ve heard the rumors of bets of who will be the first to cheat or Blake will leave me within a year due to boredom. Many don’t know my past, but it seems a plethora of people are well aware of Blake’s. I have had the sheer pleasure of watching women throw themselves at him, only to be ignored. Not even a glance. Even men have propositioned to share me in bed to get a piece of him. Still not sure how I feel about any of it, other than I hundred percent trust Blake. Sometimes I feel as if his eyes are trained to only see me in a crowded room. No matter where I’m at, he finds me. He can be in mid conversation, but I know by just a look in his eyes and smirk, I have his full attention.
Last night at Paramour was no different. We decided to partake in a joint one last night of freedom bachelorette/bachelor party. I was skeptical at first about being back there, but everyone wanted to make sure I only keep the best memories from a place I enjoy so much. They were right of course. The night was filled with dancing with my girls, drinking, singing, and grinding up against my Adonis of a man. His confidence still uncanny, and fuck, if it’s not the most attractive personality trait he owns. It just flows off him with ease, making the devil himself shake on his throne. Especially when his arms are wrapped around me. He becomes untouchable to everyone else. A scene from last night grabs my full attention from the rehearsal gathering.
When the night ended, he offered me the chance to bring home anyone I wanted to join in his plans for me. Without a thought, I turned to him and whispered, “You are all I need tonight, Blake, and every day and night after.” Then pulled him by his tie to a dimly lit room on the roof, shoved him into a chair, revealed I had no panties before I crawled down his body, unzipping his pants along my way. Once his cock was free, my tongue licked and teased him. Finding more pleasure in that only I can un-do this man to his core. He growled obscenities and moaned in pleasure, fisting his hand in my hair to take him deeper. Don’t mind if I do , I thought.
At one point, he was curved down my throat as I sucked. Couldn’t care less, my eyes were watering, and my gag reflex was holding tight. The look of his hooded eyes rolling in the back of his head when I gently bit down, pulling my teeth in an upward motion, before sliding them back down was worth every ounce of pain. He was so unraveled by the time he came. His hands strongly squeezed both sides of the armrest of the chair that I could see his veins on the back of his hands popping. Blake was shaking by the time I licked his last drop. I tried to stand up, but he pounced, pushing my back to the floor.
“What was that, Amity?” he breathlessly growled out.
I gave him a wink. “Just reminding you where you belong.”
“Oh, princess, I know exactly where I belong. Would you like me to show you?” he asked tauntingly.
Only to encourage him more, I nibbled my bottom lip. “You might need to before I get lost in that crowd over there.” He looked over and behind me where the door opened to the dance floor. Clearly anyone that walked by had been having a nice show. Blake’s look was dangerous and full of lust when his baby blues met mine. I could see the fire burning behind them, never wavering, as he slid himself into my folds. My hand moved to touch his chest, but he quickly pinned my arms above my head.
“You are going to take me without touching,” he gritted out. His other arm slipped under my back, arching my back, as he sucked and bit my nipples through my dress. I squirmed underneath him with the need to feel every part of him on me. Once he released my wrists, to pull down my dress to access my naked breasts, I took the opportunity to rough his hair up and pull myself up to bite his neck. A beastly growl escaped him, then he flipped us to where I was straddling him as he held my body close to his in an upright position. It only took a few seconds once the hair raised on my arm that I noticed we have eyes on us. Blake is practically still dressed where I have my dress wrapped around my waist. Not that I ever cared for an audience other than my family. Blake sensed the onlookers. “Show them who you belong to, Princess.”
I lean back, groping my own breasts as he nips over them. “Blake,” I shriek, as I can feel his palms tighten around my waist.
In his rough, hoarse voice, he groaned out, “Own me, Amity.” With that, I threw my body against his as I rode him into pure blissfulness. My core clenched his shaft while I slowly wound down the movements of my hips.
A kick to the ankle under the table brings me back to the present. “Girl, where did you go?” I lightly laugh, looking at Tilly.
“Don't worry, I captured her lost in a sexual bliss state of mind.”
My head whips to face Lana. “You wouldn't?”
“She would,” a laughing Willa waltzes by grabbing Lana’s camera before I can steal it from her. The girls are laughing their asses off, but when I look up, I’m locked on baby blues. He winks, as if he knew exactly where my mind was. He waves his phone in the air, gesturing for me to look at mine as he stands with his brothers. I look down.
Asshat: “Wild guess… Were you thinking of last night?”
Me: Maybe. (winking face emoji)
Asshat: I bet you are soaked.
Me: You comin’ over here to do somethin’ bout it?
Asshat: You change my name on your phone yet?
I let out a loud laugh because hell no I haven’t. He pissed me off yesterday morning over a damn rug, so I’ve refused to change it.
Asshat: I’ll take that as a NO.
Me: I’m thinking about it.
Asshat: Well, take your time, princess. I’ll just be over thinking about eating you out and licking you all over.
I look back up at him, his grin spread wide across his face.
Asshat: Don’t threaten me with those ice daggers. You know how they get me harder for you.
I stern my face more, but before I can rush over there to tease him more, I’m pulled into another room with my friends. “What are ya’ll up to?”
“Nothing. Pastor is about five minutes out, so we are about to start rehearsal,” Lana states.
“I don’t even know why we need a rehearsal.”
“Just part of the process, Am. Indulge us.”
“Just so you know, this whole wedding is to indulge everyone. I’m still counting on a Vegas wedding.”
Willa comes over to hug me. “Oh, my spitfire, Amity. You will thank us all one day. Now, everything has been taken care of, you just have to get dressed tomorrow, smile, and walk down the aisle to Blake. Just try to take in the smaller moments, because it truly does happen in a blink of an eye.”
“I promise,” I sniffle as the four of us form a group hug.
“You ready to gift Blake your wedding present tonight?”
“I think so, if the band is ready.” I already feel my hands gettin’ clammy which singing on stage never makes me nervous like this. I guess because this means somethin’. Givin’ him another piece of me.
* * *
We survived, or I should say, I survived rehearsal. Blake asked a million and one questions about positioning. Made last minute changes to the marrying of the candles ceremony along with saying traditional vows on top of the vows he requested we write ourselves. I had to keep reminding him the wedding is at the Crenshaw Ranch and that things will look slightly different. Lana finally had to calm Groom-Zilla down before he had a bridal meltdown. It took all my power to keep my laughs to slight giggles in the midst of the chaos.
Pastor Bryan even looked over at me halfway through and asked if I still wanted to proceed with marrying Blake tomorrow. I thought Blake was going to banish him that instant until Nash stepped in with a glass of scotch to take Blake’s edge off. I promised the Pastor that Blake will be better behaved tomorrow and calmer. After what should have taken thirty minutes turned into two hours plus more picture taking, we finally were able to sit and eat. Blake and I had our own special table that looked out to everyone so we could still mingle. I didn’t want them cooking all day either, so they catered in one of my favorite Mexican restaurants, also family to Willa and Nash, Panchito’s. Flaming steak and chicken fajitas with delicious Texas-style nachos with all the toppings and guacamole for everything. I starved all day, just so I could pig out tonight and not feel guilty if my dress was a little snug tomorrow.
* * *
Blake
I’m thankful to finally sit down next to Amity and breathe. She leans over and whispers, “We can still make it to Vegas?”
“Tempting, but no, princess,” I state with a smile. She shrugs her shoulders then goes back to chowing down on her overly large stuffed tortilla with no care in the world of being ladylike. Which only makes me love her more. I’m eight scotches in now, and Clint and Nash have given me the lecture to chill and enjoy myself.
With everything that has gone on over the last few months, I just want this wedding to be perfect. Selfish me, I know I planned this wedding to my standards as Amity wanted no part in planning. Hell, even if she did, she would have been vetoed out, I’m sure with my ideas. Lana is a saint dealing with me, and for that, she will be getting a nice-sized check from me as a gift. She wanted to do this as a wedding gift for Amity, but she poured her heart and time into making all the visions come true. I watch Amity take a sip of wine, with her hair tied up off her neck, dawning a blue laced dress that hugged her body. She looks the epitome of grace in this moment, and I quickly snap a picture with my phone. Once she hears the camera, her face turns to me. “Hey, there, man. No candid shots.”
“Man?” I question her.
She laughs, “You caught me off guard.” She smiles widely, and I lean in kissing her cheek. She pops a chip smothered in guac into her mouth, and I just watch her. Snapping more candid pictures of the faces she makes when her mouth is stuffed.
“You look like a chipmunk trying to hoard all the chips.”
She giggles. “I can’t help it. It’s so fuckin’ delicious.” Then she’s diving in for another. Leaving her to it, I go about filling my tortilla with all the fixins as the Golden Girls have taught me to say. Halfway through eating, our parents stand up to give speeches. Both heartfelt and tearful. My parents never thought I would settle down, and Amity's parents thought she would never love again.
Once the sopapillas are served with three different dipping sauces of chocolate, caramel, and raspberry, Lana comes over to grab Amity. “I promise to have her right back.” They both shoot me an ‘up to no good’ smile. When I turn around, I spot all four of the Golden Girls disappearing around the corner. Clint comes down to sit next to me as if he might have an inkling of what is going on. But nonetheless, he doesn’t say a word about the wedding, just discusses the upcoming rodeo in February, and talks of the house he just purchased in Brazil. We all decided to have a permanent stake down there and grow Holdings Oil. With Clint being the only one not tied down, he offered to take over the South America Branch with Nash and I traveling to him when needed. It makes sense for him to purchase a house and be comfortable during the transition and moving forward. I’ve noted twenty minutes have gone by and still no Amity or the rest of them.
Then the outside lights dim and outsteps Amity on the planked dance floor in a lavish red sequined ball gown. The band starts to play, and the lights brighten up a bit to get a read on people’s faces. People's faces who all seem to be staring at me waiting for a reaction. I’m already stunned to see Amity looking gorgeous and sultry with the split up to her hip, but then she opens her mouth to sing, and I am floored. She sings at gatherings, around the apartment, jams out in the car, but she has never once sung a song to me.
“Wisemen say, only fools rush in…But I can’t help falling in love with you. Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can’t help falling in love with you.” She starts off sweet and soft, then powers her voice up with the next chorus. I’m blown away and feel as if a volcano of emotions has erupted within. Amity continues to sing, strutting over in her heels to me. She sits in my lap, singing directly to me, freezing me in place. She belts out the last couple of lines, then plants a breathtaking kiss on my lips.
Speaking back into the microphone, she says, “I love you, Blake Lane Holdings. I look forward to walking toward you and our future tomorrow.” I lean in kissing her temple, then she stands, taking my hand to stand up next to her. “Y’all know me enough to know I hate crying, but it seems all I have been able to do these last several months. This man next to me makes me soft, so I need to toughen him up more I guess.” The crowds hollers and laughs. “On a serious note, I just want to thank everyone here tonight. Whether you have raised me by birth, became my new daddy through marriage, or became my family through the best girls I could have in my life, thank you for being there through all the bad shit and good. For molding me into the person I am today. To my girls, or as Blake refers to us, the Golden Girls, y’all are my anchor in the rough seas, the wind calling me home, and the feathers that guide me. To the family I am marrying into, thank you for creating a son who has a heart like mine. I love you all so much and not once did you ever hesitate to welcome me with open arms. But I can’t promise I won’t accidentally break anything else either.”
All laugh, and Amity gets the overwhelmed giggles. Then she takes a deep breath and continues, “To the man I am marrying tomorrow, I am saving most of my thoughts for these damn vows you made me write.” I kiss her neck then give her my smolder, knowing she will forgive me. “Y’all see the face I can’t say no to, right? Anyhow, I do want to tell you before the night ends and we go our separate ways, I love you. I hope you enjoyed your wedding gift as I was not sure what else to gift the man who has everything, but then I realized I had already given you my heart, but now you have my soul.” Her glacier eyes stare deep into mine with longing.
I quickly pull her into me and dip her down into a kiss where our tongues entwine like vines, never wanting to part.
“Save it for tomorrow,” my father shouts.
“Don’t make me grab the hose,” Nash yells next.
I pull away from her. “I love you so fucking much.” Then pulling her back up to stand next to me, I grab her mic. “Huge thank you to the Mercers for hosting this stellar evening and for your incredible daughter. Like Amity, I will save my words for tomorrow, but please note from the bottom of my heart and families, we love her to pieces. Now, alright everyone, Good Night. I need everyone bright-eyed, and bushy-tailed for this wedding tomorrow. Then we can party into the night.” I drop the mic into Lana's hands and kiss my soon-to-be bride one more time. The girls tug her one way as the guys push me out the other door. They even confiscated our phones until after the wedding tomorrow.
We head back out into the city to stay at my apartment for the night, while the girls head to the Crenshaw Ranch.