Chapter 2
Jase
As the plane touches down, I start to think this might be a horrible idea. Keeping this little bit of information from Rylee felt like a huge lie, and we don't have lies and secrets between us.
When I got the news that my deployment was ending early, she was the first person I wanted to tell. But then this idea popped into my head. Now the plane is touching down in Key West, and I'm starting to doubt everything.
Rylee has the bachelorette party in just a few hours, and I know where it’s being held. I also know she’s scouting more locations for wedding photos tomorrow. That’s when I plan to surprise her.
After reading over the email from Sunday night again, my nerves disappear. There is no way in hell she's attending this wedding with anyone but me.
Once I get off the plane, I head straight to my hotel. I decided not to stay at the same hotel as the wedding but chose a hotel just down the street. I figured if at any point Rylee needs a break from all the wedding stuff, I’d be able to give her that retreat.
When I’m in my hotel room, I pull out my laptop and go straight to Rylee's social media pages. She’s been posting photos she's taken around the island. Of course, none of them are of her. They rarely are.
Rylee and I may have been writing to each other for the last seven years, but a few years ago, between deployments, I tracked her down on social media. When I saw a photo of her, my jaw dropped.
She is curvy in all the right places, sexy, and drop-dead gorgeous. Since then, it's her face I see at night and her body I crave. I want to knead the soft flesh of her hips as she rides my cock.
I know I'm too old for her. She’s only twenty-five, but fuck, the thought of her with anyone else kills me. So it's time to buck up and take the next step. That's what has led me here to Key West, Florida, of all places.
When my phone pings letting me know I have an email, I check it right away, and sure enough, it's from Rylee. Attached is a photo of the dress she’s wearing tonight. It's on a hanger, but I can picture it on her body, and fuck if every guy's eye won’t be on her tonight.
I hadn't planned to show up at the bachelorette party, but after seeing that dress she’s planning on wearing, I wanted to keep an eye on her. My strategy is to stick to the shadows, and she’ll never know I'm here.
The moment I walk into the bar, my eyes are drawn to her. I slip into the shadows and order a drink. I don't plan on drinking because I want to be completely sober to watch over her, but you can't stand at a bar without a drink in your hand.
The girl s she’s with look like they’re having a blast. They’re full of smiles, and the bride is easy to spot, decked out in a tiara and a bunch of dancing penises. They’re everywhere–necklaces, straws, earrings, and other jewelry they’re wearing.
I was right about the dress; the deep V-neck puts her tits on display, and the dress hugs every curve. A few guys watch her as she steps back from the group, taking photos.
After an hour, she passes off the camera to a girl I know as her assistant and pulls out her phone. A moment later, my phone vibrates in my pocket, and I have an email from her.
Jase,
I completely underestimated this whole bachelorette party experience. It's overwhelming but fun.
I've never thought much about my own bachelorette party, but I don't want it to be as extravagant as this one by a long shot.
Rylee
She attaches a photo of the group, and I send an email back.
Rylee,
Have some fun. It will be a great story to tell someday.
When it's your day, you can do whatever you like.
Stay safe, and I can't wait to hear all about it tomorrow.
Jase
When her phone goes off, she reads my email and smiles. Knowing she smiles when she reads my emails, just like I do when I read hers, is another small push toward her.
One of the bridesmaids shoves a drink in her hand, and she rejoins her group. I watch her drink and dance. They take a break and order some food, and then they’re back on the dance floor.
I watch a guy approach Rylee and talk for a moment. I almost barge in, but he takes a step over to another girl. Rylee takes a few photos before returning to the rest of her group.
When she starts her fourth drink, I know she’s nearing her limit. She doesn't drink much to begin with. One of the guys watching her decides this is the time to swoop in on her. I put a stop to it by walking up behind her on the dance floor and wrapping my arms around her waist.
She keeps dancing, but when she turns to face me and looks up into my face, her eyes go wide with shock.
"Jase?" she gasps softly.
Her recognizing me confirms she stalks me online as much as I do her, and I love the idea. I'd know her voice anywhere after talking on the phone. It’s sweet as sin, and I hear it in my dreams.
"Surprise." I smile.
She squeals with happiness and throws her arms around my neck in a hug.
Then she turns, pressing her back to my front, and continues to dance.
Her friends look at me curiously, but no one says anything.
I've never been a big dancer, but I'll take her dancing every night if dancing means having her rub up on me like this.
As she sways to the music, I allow my hands to slide over her curves–the curves that have been the cause of many of my orgasms. The curves that have kept me up at night and hard most of the day.
She has another drink before I cut her off and switch her to water. When she starts slurring her words and stumbling, I decide it's time to get her out of here. I take her phone and text the girls in the group chat that I'm taking her back to the hotel, and then get us a ride.
No sooner do we hit the car than she’s fighting sleep, so I take her back to my room. At least there, I can watch over her and make sure she’s okay. I carry her from the car to my room with no problems.
When I lay her down on my bed, I hate how empty my arms feel. I remove her shoes, which look like they’re hurting her feet, and place some aspirin and water on the nightstand. Then I put her phone on silent, so it doesn't wake her.
After covering her up and getting ready for bed myself, I sit in the armchair on the other side of the room and gaze at the angel fast asleep in my bed. She barely stirs all night, but I have no intention of sleeping a wink and missing a second with her.