Chapter 38 Weirdest Wedding I’ve Ever Been To
Weirdest Wedding I’ve Ever Been To
Eli's Search History: Remote control range for vibrating eggs in crowded areas
Emily
I’m shimmying my dress over my head when Eli saunters in, his hands tucked behind his back, a smile on his face that’s far too mischievous.
I narrow my gaze at him.
“Feel like being daring, Angel?”
“Daring?”
He brings his hands forwards. Air ceases to exist at what I see. Choking, I ask, “Is that what I think it is?”
“A butt plug? Yes.”
“Why do you have a butt plug?”
“Well, it’s not for me.”
“I guessed that.”
He comes to stand behind me, smoothing his hand over my side and down to my hip. “I was thinking you could wear it,” he whispers into my ear, the words licking over my skin.
“Now?” I moisten my lips.
His hand squeezes my ass. “Yes, now.”
“Why?” I breathe, my chest tightening with fear and desire.
He presses on my lower back until I tip forwards, my hands hitting the bedframe to steady myself.
“This way, when we’re out and you’re looking like the most delectable snack, you’ll be thinking about what I’m going to do to you when we’re home.”
“What will you do to me?” I twist my head so I can look back at him.
He lifts the fabric of my dress over my ass, exposing my underwear—my very unsexy, full-coverage knickers.
Clucking his tongue, he shakes his head. “This won’t do, Angel.” Then he tugs at the elastic until it snaps.
I gasp as cool air kisses my sensitive skin.
His hands trail over my arse. “I told you I was going to fuck you here one day,” he murmurs, one finger pressing lightly at my back entrance.
My legs tremble. Blood rushes to my head.
Then his hands are gone.
Before I can make a sound or turn around, there’s an unmistakable pop as a cap is opened.
“Tell me you want this, Angel,” Eli orders.
“I want this,” I whimper, my voice breathy and low.
Something cold and wet nudges at me. My muscles tense.
“Relax.”
Breathing deeply, I force myself to obey, resisting the urge to clench as he works the plug inside me. The stretch is strange—painful, but not uncomfortably so.
When I stand upright, it shifts within me. I gasp, a soft moan slipping free at the sensation.
“Can you take more?” Eli asks, spinning me to face him.
“M-more?”
He grabs something from the bedside drawer, then stands before me again, holding his palms out.
“What is that?” I ask, staring at the two objects in his hands.
“This,” he says, lifting one, “is a remote-controlled egg.” He gestures to the other. “You wear it. I control it.”
I gulp.
“You want me to wear that—and the plug—to the wedding?”
He nods, excitement threading his expression.
I open my legs wider in answer.
Eli grins, dropping to his knees.
He slips the egg inside with ease, my body already slick from having the plug seated. The fullness is exquisite.
“Wow,” I breathe, my eyes threatening to roll back.
Eli stands, then smooths my dress back into place.
“I need underwear,” I point out.
He shakes his head. “No. You don’t.”
Fuck.
This is going to be a long night.
When I suggested to Carina that she dye her hair as a way of reclaiming her identity, I never imagined just how much of her identity would become… well, pink.
Eli stands proudly beside me in the pews while we wait for Carina to enter. The chapel is hushed, expectant. His shoulder brushes mine and I swallow hard, closing my eyes at the secret weight inside me.
Nate stands at the front in a hot pink suit and black tie. While the others—Enzo and Kai—are all in black. It seemed strange to pick a black dress for a wedding, but I don’t think I could have gone for the other option of white.
When Dangerous Night by Thirty Seconds to Mars comes on, Eli snorts beside me.
I elbow him.
The small movement sends a sharp flare through me, a ripple I have to bite back. My breath stutters.
“Sorry, but this is the weirdest wedding I’ve ever been to,” he whispers, holding back his laugh.
He’s not wrong.
And when Carina appears in a huge—and I really do mean huge—princess cut dress, I can’t help but agree with him. She looks fantastic, of course, with the pink dress and black hair. Has she dyed it?
The two of them state their vows to each other and I can’t help but tear up a little. I really am proud of Carina—of how much she’s survived; of the way she’s opened herself up to love, even if it’s unconventional.
When the ceremony is over, Carina rips off the black hair—a wig I now realise—to reveal her pastel pink strands once more, twirls it around in her hand, then states that instead of a bouquet, she’s doing a wig toss.
It’s a very small group, and the only non-married women are Tess, Nate and Enzo’s mothers, and me. The four of us stand awkwardly waiting to catch the wig.
My thighs press together, every nerve alight. Eli stands off to the side as my shadow. He grins at me, then slips his hand into his pocket.
Oh fuck.
I almost fold in half as the egg comes to life. It’s a battle to keep my face neutral, to stay upright, to breathe like a normal person in a room full of witnesses.
Glaring at Eli, I’m not really paying attention—which is why I can’t quite believe it when I end up with a face-full of synthetic hair. Oh fuck. I caught the wig.
Izzy comes running up to me and squeezes me tightly. Thankfully, Eli kills the vibrations as she does. “Ahhh, you caught it. I bet you marry your stalker.”
Eli drapes an arm over my shoulder. “She will.”
“It’s really good to finally meet you in person,” I say, ignoring both their comments.
“I know. It’s strange; I feel like I already know you.”
Before we can properly catch up, Carina is bounding up to us. “Let’s go. We’re having a party at the house.”
It’s a small affair really, only their closest friends and family are in attendance—which makes my invite all the more special—so it makes sense that they’re having the reception at home.
Eli guides me outside to his car. I assumed he’d want to take the bike, but his exact words were: “I would never risk your safety by putting you on my bike in anything less than full leather.”
As I slide into the seat, I groan, finally releasing some of the tension I’ve built up over the last few hours.
Eli chuckles. “How are you feeling?”
“Full,” I breathe. “So full.”
“Maybe we should skip the party,” he offers, waggling his brows.
“Can’t. I need to support Carina.”
He shakes his head, grinning. “Always thinking about others.”
By the time we reach Carina’s house, a light sheen of sweat has broken out across my forehead.
We’re the last to arrive, and just as we step inside, Tess is holding a microphone.
“I’m going to make this short.” Yeah, right.
“Cari,” she says, glancing left, “I’m so happy we reconnected and get to be besties again.
I don’t know what I’d do without you—probably be in prison.
I’m so, so happy you found Nate after everything and get to be the happiest badass in the entire world.
You deserve someone who puts you first.”
She turns to Nate. “Just know that I will hit you with whatever inanimate object I can get my hands on if you ever hurt her.”
Carina cheers, and I laugh.
“Okay,” Tess continues, “it’s only fair you get a ‘first dance’. Everyone clear the space.” She waits until we’re lining the walls. “Right! For the first time as husband and wife—Mr and Mrs Rossetti.” It’s fitting they both take on Carina’s new identity, Nate taking her surname.
The music starts—Murder on the Dancefloor—and Nate and Carina move like they’re the only two people in the world.
I shake my head as the song ends and another begins.
Eli drags me with him, wraps his arms around my waist, pulls me close, then spins me out. I collide with his chest as he draws me back in, and I beam up at him.
Then it happens.
He presses the fucking remote.
My hips press into him as sensation ripples through me, heat blooming and racing up my spine.
I try to force air into my lungs as he increases the pressure.
“You know what, I think we’ve supported Carina enough,” I mutter, the words tumbling out.
Eli immediately steers me towards the door. Carina lifts a brow at me. I shrug. She winks.
I know she’s not mad.
We’re driving away in record time, both of us flushed and desperate.
My clit throbs between my legs, the vibrations continuing in a steady, merciless buzz.
“Eli,” I whimper.
He glances at me from the corner of his eye. “Fuck.”
The car slams to a stop.
“What are you doing?” I stammer.
Eli shoves his seat back as far as it will go, then drags me onto his lap.
His hand slips beneath my dress, finding me instantly. He circles twice, then reaches inside me and pulls the egg free. He tosses it onto my seat—still vibrating, slick with me.
I whine at the loss, but then he’s unbuckling his trousers, shoving his boxers down just enough to free himself before thrusting up into me.
I cry out, my back arching against the steering wheel.
He moves beneath me, each snap of his hips driving me higher. The plug shifts with every thrust, the sensation overwhelming. Being filled like this—everywhere—is too much.
My orgasm crests fast, crashing over me in a blinding wave.
Eli shouts as he follows, slumping back against the seat. He presses a soft kiss to my lips, so at odds with the way he just ruined me.
“I can’t wait to get you home and fuck your tight little ass,” he murmurs, helping me straighten my dress and settling me back into my seat.
The rest of the journey, his hand stays splayed possessively over my thigh.
Eli
The second I get Emily upstairs, I’m on her, tugging her dress over her head, her hair springing free. I love it when it gets mussed and tangled.
I strip out of my own clothes and push her back onto the bed, covering her with my body.
“Please, Eli. Please fuck me.” The desperate whine in her voice undoes me.
“Fuck you where, Angel?” I murmur.
“Fuck my ass,” she groans, as my cock brushes her already sensitive clit.
“On your knees,” I command, shifting back and reaching for the lube.
She rolls onto her front and rises onto her knees, ass up—wiggling, waiting for me.
The plug teases me.
Gently, I ease it out, watching the way she’s stretched so beautifully from being filled for so long.
I don’t leave her empty for long. I slick her and myself, then line up.
Her body trembles as I push inside.
Oh, fuck me sideways.
This is heaven.
The way her tight muscles grip me has me ready to blow in seconds.
Puppies.
Kittens.
Tyler’s ball sack.
Okay. I’m okay.
I start slow, but as her moans grow louder, I drive into her harder, hips snapping against her round ass, my balls brushing her clit with every thrust.
“Eli,” she cries.
“Angel,” I groan.
“I’m going to come.”
Thank fuck.
“Come with me, Em.”
We shatter together, our cries tangling in the air as I empty myself inside her. My breath stutters when I pull out, a groan slipping free at the sight of my cum spilling from her. “So fucking hot.”
“Really?”
“Best sight in the world.”
“I want to see.”
“Want me to take a pic?”
She hesitates, then, “Yes.”
I grab her phone and slide the camera open, snapping a picture. Not that I need it—this image is already burned into me.
I hand her the phone, then head for the bathroom for a warm cloth.
When I return, she’s still in the same position, cheeks flushed.
“Like what you see?” I ask, cleaning her gently.
Her tongue flicks out as she rolls onto her back. “It’s hotter than I expected,” she says, staring at the photo.
I grin. Emily calling herself hot is a win in my book.
She curls herself around me, sleep claiming her quickly, while I lie awake for a while, content. Emily has given herself to me completely. She’s choosing me. No one has ever chosen me.
Just as I’m drifting off, my phone vibrates.
I check the time. Three in the morning. Karl doesn’t call this late unless something’s wrong.
Apprehension churns in my gut.
“Hello?” I whisper.
“Sorry to call you so late.” I hear the wince in his voice. “Need you to get over here.”
“Over here as in…?”
Silence. Then, “The warehouse.”
“As in—”
“The traffickers? Yeah.”
“Shit. It’s going down?”
Karl hums. “The last of them are all here. It’s time.”
“Give me thirty minutes.” It’ll take longer than that, but if I break a few laws, I’ll make it.
I end the call and press a kiss to Emily’s forehead. She stirs.
“I have to go out,” I murmur.
“Mmm, okay,” she breathes sleepily. “Love you.”
My body locks. “What did you just say?”
She answers with a soft snore.
My angel just told me she loves me.