27. Chapter 25
Chapter 25
Evie
I have never been this sore in my life. If he wanted me to feel where he has been, mission fucking accomplished.
I cringe as try to sit down, gently. My asshole feels like it got assaulted by a mac truck. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed every fucking thing he did to me last night. The aftereffects, however, are not worth it.
“You okay, Eves? Did you start early?” Emily asks, smirking, knowing exactly what is wrong with me.
“Ha! Shut up!” I deadpan her before picking up my burger and take a large non-ladylike bite.
“Definitely Aunt Flo rearing her ugly head bro. You should probably take cover the rest of the trip.” Noah jokes, pushing Brixon’s shoulder.
I eye Brixon and dare him to breathe a word.
He has had to endure me complaining so much today that I don’t think he will ever touch my ass again.
Brixon smirks at me before turning to Noah with a serious look on his face, “Why do you have to be so insensitive. Cramps and a woman’s monthly hell is not something to joke about.” He keeps his expression serious, causing the table to erupt with laughter, including me, before he can’t contain it any longer and joins in.
“Very funny guys, ha, ha, laugh it up.” I shake my head as I take another bite, trying to hide my smirk.
“Do you need more Ibuprofen?” Brix asks sweetly, not laughing anymore. He feels bad that I am as sore as I am. I guess he didn’t expect me to feel like this.
What did he expect? Hell, what did I expect? That my asshole, that had never really had more than a finger mess with it, is pissed off at being stretched out all day and fucked beyond recognition.
I guess I’m not into pain as much as I thought I was.
“I’m good but thank you babes.” I reply, taking another bite.
I look out to the beach and watch a family of five posing for a photographer. They are all barefoot, wearing Seaside sweatshirts in different colors with their jeans rolled up so they can run through the waves coming up on the pretty white sand.
They all smile for the camera and make it look like they are having a blast, until the photographer takes a break. I watch the mother lose it on her kids, while the dad throws his hands up in frustration, as he attempts to round up the running, screaming toddlers.
I sit in awe of the family that doesn’t realize they have it all.
Brixon keeps saying we have it all. He talks about the future like he is so positive that we will have one. He is already in full wedding planning mode wanting to discuss all the things I want.
I’m excited for the wedding, and even though we are rushing it a bit, I know that I will be happy with whatever time I get with him.
“I thought after we finish our burgers, we could all go to Panama City, let you see the boardwalk, maybe ride on the Ferris wheel, do a little shopping. Dinner and drinks at The Saints Premier Hotel and Casino. We can all stay there tonight and have a little fun.” Liam speaks to all of us, but I watch him as his eyes continuously return to Emily.
I see the love he has for her. I watch her light up under his gaze, probably soaking up every bit of the emotions running off of him. He really does love her. I have no doubts about him taking care of her.
“Oh, is there a Ron Jons in the shopping center?” Lily asks, getting excited.
“Yeah, we can stop there while shopping. How did you know?” Noah asks her, looking a bit baffled.
“I know we have tried almost every ice cream shop around here, but I was checking for others close by and the one that they have in that particular shopping center has the really neat, frosted mugs with all kinds of shit topping the mug and ice cream.” Lily types on her phone like a maniac as she talks about one of her favorite things.
She turns her phone around showing each of us a picture of a very overdone ice cream mug that looks more like a work of art with food.
“Ice cream does sound good. Can we go there first?” I ask, wanting dessert already.
“You and your love of ice cream. I’m going to have to up my homemade ice cream recipes for you.” Noah smiles as he leans into Lily, gripping her chin as he presses his lips to hers.
We all continue walking towards the boardwalk after taking tons of pictures with our pretty jars of ice cream. I have to admit, it is one of the best German chocolate, banana, and marshmallow cream ice cream sundaes I’ve ever had. It’s definitely the prettiest. I hated to dig into it a mess it up, but I’m so glad I did. This shit is good!
It’s a cool sixty-two degrees with the sun shining down. I’m thankful for its warmth when the wind picks up, letting me taste the salty breeze coming off the ocean the closer we get to the boardwalk.
“Did you want to keep the mugs?” I ask Lily, knowing she likes to keep anything she can make into something else.
“Maybe just one for a memento. It does have the name of the ice cream shop on it.” Lily shrugs, obviously deliberating it before answering.
“If you girls would like to keep them. When you are finished with them, I will take the mugs to the beach and clean them out for you. I can have one of the stores wrap them up, so they don’t get broken.” Noah offers, looking only at Lily.
Damn my boys are both smitten with my best friends. I smile and look at Brixon, who is already staring at me. I smile wide, getting caught enjoying getting to watch our friends fall in love.
We all decide to ride the Ferris wheel after Noah delivered on his promise to take care of our mugs.
Brixon is quiet until we hit the top and come to a dead stop again. I look down and take a calming breath. I am not a fan of heights.
He takes my shaking hands in his, kissing each palm, “I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.” He pulls a hand up to his chest, pressing it firmly over his heart, “I’m so sorry I hurt you last night. I would never intentionally hurt you.” His eyes look lost, and I can’t help but feel bad for making him feel like he did something wrong.
“Brix, I was a willing party, and I wouldn’t change anything. I loved it! My ass is just a little pissed off at us today. I’m fine, I just don’t think that is going to be something that I ever want to do again. The play, yes, but the actual act itself.” I trail off, looking down.
Brix lifts my chin, “We don’t have to ever do that again if you don’t want to. I know I have always said that I want to dominate you in every way, and you really don’t have a choice. That changed when you woke up this morning in pain, it broke me. I never want to cause you actual pain. I’m so sorry baby.” I can tell he has been beating himself up all day and that is the last thing I want him to do.
“Brix, if I ever want you to fuck my ass again, remind me of this okay. We are good babes. There is no reason for you to feel bad. I wanted it, begged you for it even. You made last night so fucking perfect because you are so fucking perfect. I love you.”
After shopping for hours, we finally make it to the hotel and check in. It’s magnificently decorated in elegant cream, black, and gold. Adults only, with a gorgeous balcony, and view of the ocean. I’m in heaven.
Brix tosses our bags by the closet and moves over to the floor to ceiling window behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as he softly presses his lips to my shoulder.
“It’s so beautiful here. I love it, and I know I will want to come here all the time for us to get away. I also know how much you love it here. Can you really give up your favorite place to be in mine?” I ask the question that has been driving me crazy.
I have seen him light up here in a way that he doesn’t back home. I want him to be happy too.
“This isn’t home. You are. Wherever you are, or want to be, is where I will always follow. This is just a nice place for us to get away, not my home. You love New Orleans more than anything. It was my first home. New Orleans is where we belong.”
I turn in his arms, going up on my toes to kiss him, then pull back, “I love you so much. I can’t wait to become Mrs. Brixon Blaze.”
“I love you more, my little witch.” He replies before kissing my lips so softly, catching me off guard with how gentle he is as he cups my cheek.
I walk out of the bathroom and into the living area of the suite, waiting for Brixon to look up. The boys told us to dress up tonight for dancing, and I made sure that my outfit would warrant my fiancé’s attention.
Brix is sitting on the couch looking dapper in a light blue collard button up with a navy blazer and dark washed jeans. He looks up from his phone and I see his eyes widen a bit before his lips curl into his signature smirk.
“Genevieve, you look absolutely fucking gorgeous.” He stands with his mouth gaping at the tight black backless dress hugging my curves as I turn in a circle for him.
“You like?” I ask with a smirk, loving the way he is eye fucking me right now.
Brix moves closer to me, cupping my face, “I love. Stay close to me tonight, I don’t want to have to kill anyone for not being able to keep their eyes off of you.” He says lowly before he presses his lips to mine.
There is fire in his kiss that I swallow down, loving the fucking burn it puts in my belly.
He backs away, “I don’t want to ruin your makeup before we even get to go out. You are making it difficult for me not to rip that dress in half and keep you to myself tonight.” His words are feral, and I can’t help but want him to make good on his threat.
“You kiss me like that again before we leave, and I’ll rip it off for you.” I smirk, knowing his dick is hard as stone when he has to adjust himself at my words.
Brix and I enter into the fine dining restaurant looking for our friends. He tells the hostess his last name. The pretty brunette quickly leads us to a large round table, where the people we are closest to in this world sit looking emphatically happy drinking wine and laughing.
Emily is in a lovely, royal-blue, silky jumpsuit that comes up around her neck, and shows off her shoulders and upper back. Her pretty blue eyes pop as she looks up at us walking in.
“Bout time you two.” She smiles wide, letting me know this is not her first drink of the night.
“Sorry, I took a little longer to get ready than I planned.” I make an excuse for us. I mean I did take longer, not really thrilled with my hair, but managed to tame it a bit.
“Evie, that dress is bomb! You look amazing!” Lily bounces in her seat.
I notice her color is green as well. Her hazel eyes are more of a dazzling green rather than brown in the pretty, one-shouldered, elegant dress she is wearing tonight.
“You all look amazing. We never get cleaned up like this. It’s fun. We should do it more often.” I reply, looking at all of our friends dressed to the nines.
Even the guys are all in blazers over collared shirts, dark jeans, and dress shoes.
I took the liberty of ordering all of the appetizers already.” Noah chimes in, always all about the food.
“Great, I’m starving.” Brix replies, just as the server brings out several large plates of different appetizers, and one large seafood tower.
“I figured we would try a little of everything and see how the chef is holding up here. We are actually friends from cooking school, so I promised a rave review.” Noah smiles as he starts loading up his plate with different types of seafood, fried, blackened, and chilled.
I try a little of everything and am amazed at how many different ways you can cook a shrimp or crab. I’m used to just getting boils mostly, blackened or fried seafood every once in a while. This is unlike any seafood I have ever tasted before. I had never even heard of lobster escargot before, now I will never forget the amazing flavor of that tiny but explosive bite. I have to admit that everything we get is delicious down to the best hurricane I have ever had.
We all unanimously pass on desert. I’m too full to even think about putting anything else in my mouth.
Me and the girls go to the restroom while the guys go pull the cars around before we head out to the club they have been talking about relentlessly.
They have a meeting with the Delamere brothers. Emily is actually related to them and has been giving us little details about all of them all day. Just a few drinks to schmooze, as Brix put it, and then we have the rest of the night to have fun.
When we enter the club, I can’t help but compare the feel of it to Afterlife. This club is bright, with pops of neon everywhere, like we are in the eighties. I realize quickly that this place is more of a rave type of bar, when I was expecting some kind of new hoity toity kink club or something.
They have foam and neon splatter paint flying everywhere while people wear glow stick necklaces, bracelets, and crowns, dancing and jumping around having the time of their lives.
The music is not what I would call anything but noise, but I find myself moving to the fast-paced beat, bobbing my head.
Brixon turns from the bar, “Here, try this.” He shouts over the loud thump of the bass.
I take the drink and wrap my lips around the paper straw, rolling my eyes. Nowhere in Florida will you find a plastic straw. I get it, but they fall apart before I ever finish a drink. I smile as I sip on the fruity cocktail through cardboard, moaning in satisfaction.
“Yum!” I yell back grinning from ear to ear, knowing that I will suck these down without a problem tonight. I can’t even taste the alcohol.
Brix laces his fingers through mine, leading me up a staircase to VIP seating. I watch Liam look at the bouncer and cock his head. The guy looks him up and down, before greeting him, “Mr. Vandever.” In a low gruff voice, a second before letting us by, staring each of the guys down.
Noah notices the bouncer’s eyes stop on Lily and roam in appreciation.
“Eyes back in your head if you want to keep them, Matt.” The bouncers’ eyes quickly move to Noah who stands a few inches shorter than him. Bouncer Matt’s eyes go wide as he stammers out, “S-Sorry boss,” before lowering his eyes to the floor as he steps further aside.
Damn, my little bro is a badass now. I’m so proud. He is a far cry from the kid I used to have to fight someone for picking on every day in elementary school.
We all sit in several bright colored booths surrounding one long table. We order drinks and I watch the dancers on little round stages enjoy themselves. They seem to be lost in the music without a care in the world for as long as the song is playing. I’m mesmerized by their movements covered in bubbles and bright neon paint.
I know that feeling well.
The broody and very handsome Delamere brothers from Georgia show up, commanding attention as they enter the private space. There are three of them each with a beyond stunning date on their arms.
The amount of testosterone and perfume filling the space is stifling, but fun to watch as all the men size each other up. I’m waiting to see if they pull their dicks out and ask the waitress for a measuring tape with their whiskey.
“Emily, you look absolutely stunning little cousin. It’s good to see you.” The biggest man starts off.
“Champ!” Emily gushes as she scoots out of the booth quickly once we all stand to greet the small group. She falls into his open arms, hugging him tightly. I guess she is closer with the brothers than I realized.
Champ is the oldest of the brothers, and the one Em talked about the most today.
I turn my head to see how Liam is taking another man with his arm around his princess. He is actually giving them an adoring smile. Champ is her cousin, so I guess Liam won’t be a brut with her family.
His smile tells more though. I used to be able to read Liam. He holds his cards a little closer to his chest than he used to, but I know that smile. He is happy for her. How does he know more about their relationship than I do?
I shake the notion as Emily turns and starts introducing the men, “This is Champ, Legend, and Legacy.” She points to each of the gorgeous men. You can tell they are brothers with their jet-black hair, pale icy blue eyes, and perfect panty dropping smiles.
Emily turns, introducing each of our Saints and then me and Lily. I don’t miss the way all three of the men move their eyes between us, smirking in a way that makes me a little uneasy.
Now I just feel an ick that I can’t explain.
The brothers move to give us a hug and we both back up, putting our hands up and out in a mock defense.
“Germaphobes!” I screech as Brix and Noah move to step in between us, making the three men back off, apologizing quickly.
“Sorry, we like to hug in our family.” Champ blurts out, stumbling on his words, “I’ll explain,” he turns to Liam extending his hand to shake.
I can see the difference between the twins that Emily let us in on. Tattoos mostly, but one parts his hair, and the others is messy. Which is which now that they have moved around, I’m not sure, even though she just introduced them.
“Why don’t you girls go check out the dance floor and have some fun.” Brixon says before he gives me a soft kiss, then turns back towards the guys, probably saying the same to my friends.
The Delamere brothers don’t introduce their dates. The men just take a seat at the large booth, now ignoring us.
Strange men.
The girls and I properly introduce ourselves to their dates, who look like they are afraid of us, but introduce themselves as Courtney, Candace, and Kelcey.
We all decide to give the guys their space with their business dealings and head to the dance floor. I learned a long time ago that when the Saints have business, the women leave them to it.
I think of Brixon’s mom and how she used to tell me how life would be for me one day. She told me I would hate it, but not to worry too much because if Brix was like his father, he would confide in his wife before he would anyone else.
I know Brix will be the same way.
I look at the dance floor as we descend the stairs and laugh when bouncer Matt doesn’t even look up when he moves the lime green rope to let us back through. This is going to be so much fun. I don’t even mind ruining a dress, my hair, or my makeup to get to do this at least once in my life.
We walk by a man with a huge drum set, each of the drums holding a different color of paint. He beats the drums, splattering us all, making the new girls of the night squeal in horror as the paint splatters all over them. They run off; I’m guessing to the restroom.
I can’t contain my laughter as we hit the dance floor. I spin with my hands up in the air as paint flies and bubbles fall. I feel like I’m floating as I get lost in the beat of the music, letting it take over my body.