Chapter 61
They caused more than a stir when they departed the limo downtown.
Jamie’s dress alone created a blast of sparkles echoing from one end of the street to another, attracting the attention of every passerby.
Those who were obsessed with wedding dresses came closer with their phones in front of their faces.
Jamie’s dress would be spread across social media before the magazine photographer had the chance to go through his shots.
Now I know why she didn’t want me to change…
Etta reveled in the attention they received as they walked the short distance between limo and high-rise entrance.
In that short amount of time, however, Jamie felt the eyes of half the bustling city on her.
The doorman, a stout fellow who was always prompt and polite without fault, gaped in absolute awe as Etta approached with her bride one step behind her, skirt bobbing with every step.
“As you can see, we got married,” Etta said. “Don’t suppose we could go home?”
Getting Jamie and her dress in the elevator was more than a trial.
It took both Etta and the doorman to stuff the skirt inside, and until then, Jamie had considered that elevator fairly big.
Etta had to gingerly step around the outer rim of her skirt and push herself into a corner as they ascended several stories to their penthouse.
“You look ridiculous,” Jamie said. Her wife slumped in the corner, near the buttons, hands in trouser pockets. What made the image, however, was her ivory and gold skirt swooshing against Etta’s legs until it looked like she waded through an ocean of silk clouds.
“I’d say the same to you, but I know better than to say a bride looks ridiculous.”
The elevator dinged. The moment the doors opened, Jamie surged forward, dragging half her skirt behind her while Etta held the “open” button.
She had to wait for her to catch up to her, however, since she had the keys to the penthouse, and the idea of a wedding dress having pockets was more ridiculous than how either of them looked in the elevator.
Etta swung the door open, and before Jamie could check for dirt beneath her fingernails, her wife picked up her skirt – and her with it.
“Whoa!” Jamie squealed as Etta bent and scooped her off her feet in one smooth, startling motion.
In fewer than five seconds, Jamie went from standing in her gown to cradled against her wife’s chest, skirts spilling over Etta’s arms. When she finally had her bearings again, Etta was striding across the threshold with her.
Seemed rather moot, considering Jamie had been here since Day One and any evil spirits lurking about would have snatched her by now…
Don’t care. This is hot. Jamie looped her arm tighter around Etta’s neck and shrieked in excitement as Etta carried her into the living room, kicking the front door shut behind them.
“Welcome home, Mrs. Coleman,” Etta said, easing Jamie to her feet. “Out of all the honeymoon suites in this city, you chose to spend our first married night in this tiny place.”
True, there were honeymoon suites bigger than this penthouse, but Jamie hadn’t been interested in any of them when Amanda asked what should be booked for the wedding night.
I want to be “home,” and at least we can be alone here.
Plus, already halfway to the airport! There was plenty of time to honeymoon in beautiful hotel suites across the world.
“This place is special,” Jamie said. The doorbell sounded, and Etta went, picking up the champagne and bottle of wine she had ordered to be brought up. After generously tipping the deliveryman, she returned in time to hear Jamie continue, “This is where it all began.”
Etta put the drinks on the coffee table before approaching. “You think about that a lot?”
Jamie caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of her eye.
Otherwise, her attention was wholly focused on the cityscape outside the window.
I gazed at this when she first brought me here, and when she proposed to me.
Now they were married. Why didn’t Jamie see anything new in the sunset blooming across the horizon?
“Don’t you?” She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer.
Her wife came closer, pulling her hands out of her pockets and touching the tip of Jamie’s elbow. Tingles murmured in Jamie’s stomach. What’s it going to be like tonight? Nice and slow? The greatest domination I’ve ever taken? The diamond choker did its job too well around her throat.
“It’s safe to say that this place had little meaning to me until you officially moved in.
” Etta didn’t have to say more. Before Jamie, this was the only residence Etta brought her girlfriends, if they could be called that.
Jamie would’ve been another notch in the nearby bedpost if it weren’t for something drawing them closer together.
I knew she thought I was special when she took me to the manor for the first time.
No other girlfriend of hers had ever set foot there.
Not since Monique, anyway. Her leftover clothing attested to that.
“Now look at you,” Etta continued, “in the most stunning wedding dress I’ve ever seen. ”
Jamie blushed. “I had to go all the way to Italy to get this thing.”
“Oh, I know. That designer was bleating all over our reception. You two must’ve made a deal with the devil.”
“Worse. Adele.”
“That’s not what I hear…” Etta cleared her throat. “Or see.”
Jamie rolled her eyes. It was better than having to bleach them after seeing Amanda’s ass. If Jamie weren’t careful, she’d be running off with Etta’s next personal assistant because of whatever was in the local water.
“Anyway…” Etta was right beside her, voice low and growling into Jamie’s ear.
“I think I’ll hire a painter to create a portrait of you in this dress.
Assuming you don’t mind wearing it again when we get back from the honeymoon.
The sooner the better. I want to capture how you looked today as accurately as possible. ”
She laughed. “I hate to break it to you, but I won’t age that quickly.”
“Thank goodness for that.” Etta’s fingers grazed her arm. “I like to think we have a lot of youth ahead of us. Before we grow old together, anyway.”
Did she know those were the types of things Jamie wanted to hear most?
Etta could say she was beautiful until she was blue in the face, but referencing their future together was much more heart-fluttering.
Etta was the only woman in the world who could make her feel so confident in not only her body, but her worth as a woman.
Hence, she did not flinch when Etta snatched her by the waist and hit her with a kiss.
They had kissed in front of their guests.
They had kissed on the dance floor. They had stolen multiple pecks and full-blown kisses at their banquet table, in between dinner courses and cake.
Yet this? This was what Jamie wanted to feel.
Hot, tempered passion that could only manifest when they were alone. A private reverie, for them.
“Promise me,” Jamie said, fingers dancing upon Etta’s chest. “You’ll love me forever.”
She must’ve looked so scared, so suddenly unsure of what they had done, for Etta squeezed her tighter. “You’re the only woman I could love for the rest of my life.”
“That doesn’t mean you will, though.”
“What brings this on? You think I signed that paper and took a vow in front of those people for fun? I’ve always been a woman of my word who does nothing lightly.”
That got Jamie to smile again. “Except sleep with indiscriminate women you find hot.”
“I don’t regret doing that, but it was a long while ago.
Another life. By the time I met you, I was more than ready to leave that behind me.
I’m in my thirties. Maybe being a long-lived bachelorette who isn’t beholden to anything but business and money works well for other women, but not me. I’ve always wanted this.”
“Really?”
“Really. I merely thought it could never happen.”
“Really?” She was Ms. Billionaire! Ms. Hot Billionaire Who Was A Rockstar In The Bedroom! She could have any woman as her wife! Millions would divorce their wives if they had the chance to be Mrs. Coleman!
“I’m surrounded by fake people every day. I knew I would be a long time ago, but it’s still exhausting. I love coming home and finding such a down-to-earth woman like you ready to hang out with me.” She grinned. “You being gorgeous is a bonus, though, I won’t deny that.”
Jamie didn’t say anything as she poured them both glasses of champagne in crystal flutes. They sparkled more than Jamie’s dress when she handed one to her. I’m sensing a theme tonight. Smiling, Jamie held her flute up for a toast.
“To us,” Etta simply said, clinking her flute against Jamie’s.
“To us,” Jamie repeated. She sipped the champagne before holding the flute at her waist, her gaze meandering from Etta’s masculine form to the view outside.
She took the flute from her before she was finished. Excuse me? Jamie watched, in more fascination than frustration, as her wife took the drinks to the kitchen counter and returned with nothing less than fire in her eyes.
Oh my God. Here it comes.
Something gripped Jamie’s gut, and it wasn’t her wife.
It was a blip of anxiety, for most women’s knees shook on their wedding night, whether they were virgins or so experienced with their new spouses that it felt like any other night.
Except this wasn’t any other night. This was their wedding night.
“You know why I didn’t want you to change before we left the reception?
” Etta asked, drawing her knuckles down from Jamie’s chin to her breasts.
A sturdy bra and a little fashion tape had kept her in place all day, but that crumbled now beneath Jamie’s wife’s erotic touch.
I’ve never had sex with my wife before. The more Jamie built this moment up in her head, the more she shook, not that Etta could probably feel it.
“N… no.”