Hitched (6 page)

His hotel room had an extra large bath, one we used to full avail.

He undressed me slowly, his long fingers and strong hands caressing my body with each movement as I stood still, breathing deeply, taking in the moment. I stood naked before him while he was still fully clothed, and the disparity between us sent waves of erotic charge through me.

As I pull this memory up and view it like a movie in my mind, my hand dips under the soapy water and between my legs. I spread my labia and tease my clit, slipping a finger inside of me as I remember him doing the same that night.

His hand over my mound, finger exploring my wet center, my pussy aching for more of him. I could see his cock through his slacks, hard and demanding, and I wanted to free him from that constraint, but I also wanted to continue enjoying this moment as he worshiped me with his eyes and explored me with his body.

I rub at my clit, fingering myself as I use my other hand to tease my nipples. I want this to be him touching me, his fingers, his hands, his tongue and mouth. His cock. But I settle for the memories as I bring myself closer to climax.

He knelt in front of me, his mouth positioned at my pussy as he flicked a tongue out and lightly licked my clit. My body shuddered, knees weak as he pushed his tongue deeper into me, fingers digging into my hips, holding me tightly against his mouth. My hands fell to the top of his head, to his thick dark hair as he pleasured me beyond reason. The bath filled with water as I came hard in his mouth. He finally let me undress him, just before lifting me up and placing me in the steaming bath. He got in beside me, then pulled me onto his lap, impaling me on his hard cock.

My wet pussy took him in greedily, eagerly, and our bodies rocked together in the water, his hands exploring my breasts, waist, hips, his fingers finding my sensitive, swollen clit and sending me over the edge again, quickly this time, as I came on his cock.

I'm nearly there, the memory of him inside me tipping the scale as I come to thoughts of him, alone in my bathtub.

And I realize then that getting him out of my mind is not going to be as easy as signing a few papers.

Every day for the last week Sebastian has sent me flowers and a gift, delivered to my house. I'm setting up another dozen roses in a vase when Tate walks in from his morning run.

"You need to call the guy back, sis. It's starting to look like a funeral in here."

"I'm not giving in just because he's burying me in a flower garden. I refuse to be coerced into marriage, even to him."

Tate raises an eyebrow. "At least you're acknowledging that he's different. That's a start."

I huff, not wanting to talk about this any more. "Are we all set with the liquor for tonight?"

Tate nods. "But I got a call while running. The bartender we hired called in sick."

I frown. "Seriously? The day of our bachelor party? That sucks. I'll call Vi and see if she can cover."

I can tell Vi is still sleeping when she answers. "Sorry to wake you," I say. "But I need a favor."

I give her the details, and she agrees to fill in. "I had a date with Chad, that guy I met the night you got hitched… "

"Funny."

"Anyways, can I bring him? I promise we won't get in the way."

"Sure, no problem. He can help Tate as a bouncer if we need it."

She laughs. "Probably not; he's more the submissive type. But he can help me serve drinks. He was a bartender in college."

Of course Vi would go for the guy she could more easily control. "That sounds fine. Thanks so much." I give her the address and time. "So, things are going well with Chad? You usually don't date one-night-stands."

"He's sleeping next to me right now. We were up all night." And then, as if I didn't quite understand her meaning, she added, "fucking."

"Yeah, I got that, but thanks. I'm glad. I look forward to meeting him."

I assume I didn't meet him that night. He and Vi were already gone by the time I got really drunk.

"Okay, great. See you then, Kacie."

Two hours before the party, Nicole and Jasmine arrive to go over the itinerary. They're the best exotic dancers we work with, and I'm glad they were both available for tonight. Especially since this was a referral.

I hug them each, and Tate kisses them both on the cheek. Neither is dressed provocatively. Nicole is tall with long natural blond hair, blue eyed, full breasts, a thin waist and legs a mile long, but she's wearing normal jeans and a t-shirt with a large black bag thrown over her shoulder. Likely her costume for tonight.

Jasmine is her opposite: petite, honey-skinned with silky black hair that's cropped just under her ears in a stylish bob. She has a five-year-old daughter at home and is in school to become a paralegal. Nicole was a professional ballerina until an injury took her out of the game. Men at our parties only know them as sex objects to be lusted after, but I know the real women behind the persona. I used to feel badly for them, but I can tell they really enjoy their jobs, and they are well paid, so I’ve made my peace with it. As long as they don't feel exploited or forced into anything, then it works.

And at Hitched, we don't do sex. While it might be legal in some parts of Nevada, it's not legal in Las Vegas, and it's not the kind of business Tate and I want to run regardless. We decided early on that we want to run a high-end bachelor party business that caters to specialty clients in a classy and fun way.

Without the “extras” other companies sometimes provide, legal or not.

***

"You ladies ready for tonight?" I ask as I straighten my short black skirt and red sleeveless blouse. I'm going for professional but sexy. It's a tough balance, but I think this outfit strikes the right chord.

Nicole grins. "Sure. This is a pretty small party. I think we can handle them."

I glance at Jasmine, who's putting on a coat of lipstick. "How's your daughter?"

Jasmine smacks her cherry red lips and smiles. "Great. She's so excited for kindergarten this fall she won't stop talking about it. I can't get any peace, but I love it."

"Is the dad still being an asshole with child support?" Tate asks. He can't stand deadbeat dads and would beat the shit out of all of them if he could, not that I blame him.

Jasmine rolls her eyes. "Yes, but thankfully we're doing okay. Working for you is really helping. Your clients are the best tippers."

I beam at that, pleased that our business gives her some perks over working for someone else.

My heart flutters as we leave the house. I check my phone, hoping I got a message from a certain famous magician. Nothing. I don’t let it get me down. I know we'll get the job, but tonight, I have a client to focus on. I still get nervous right before a party, but once it gets rolling, the butterflies settle, and I'm flying high.

I take my own car, and Tate takes his. The women join Tate. They like to tease him, and I enjoy watching him blush under their friendly flirtations.

We arrive at the hotel room before anyone, which is good. I want to be set up before the groom and his friends get here. My name is on the reservation, and Tate gives all of our bags full of party supplies to the bellhop to take up.

The room is perfect. I worry when someone else books the space whether it will be a tight room with the bed monopolizing the area we need to work, but this is a suite with a spacious living area, a bar and a balcony overlooking the Strip. The bedroom is separate and will be a good place to keep our gear while the guests enjoy the celebrations in the main room.

Vi arrives shortly after us, dressed in her standard leather and lace. Chad, a slim-framed man with beautiful green eyes and short brown hair is at her side and casts adoring gazes at her frequently. He's definitely smitten.

"Thank you for filling in," I tell her.

"No problem." She introduces Chad to the four of us, and I shake his hand. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too," he says, his smile bringing out a dimple in his cheek. He looks around the room, still grinning. "This is nice. Thanks for letting me come and help." He holds up a guitar case and looks sheepishly at me. "I know this is probably not the right venue, but I play and sing if you need a change of music tonight. No pressure."

I raise a brow in surprise, and Vi laughs at my expression. "He's quite amazing. I promise."

I can't let him audition with a live audience, so I guess I have to listen to him now. If you've ever been in a situation where you might have to tell someone they suck at something, then you know how I feel right now. It's awkward and uncomfortable, and I want to kick Vi for not giving me some kind of warning, but she's also doing me a huge favor so I guess I'll have to hope he's as good as she says. "Why don't you play while we get set up, and we'll see if the music is a match for tonight?"

I still give Vi the stink-eye, but she just winks and laughs. Bitch.

We get to work, me, Tate and Vi, while Jasmine and Nicole go into the bedroom to change. Tate has had all the alcohol brought up and is helping Vi set up the bar while I work to make the room festive, fun and sexy for the party.

But my hands still, my breath hitches, when Chad begins to sing. It's a haunting melody, and his voice is hypnotic. I turn to watch him as he strums his guitar, his beautiful falsetto voice filling the room. Vi and Tate have stopped too and are just as lost in his performance as I am. When he finishes, I clap the loudest, truly blown away by his talent. "That was amazing. You are incredible. I don't know if it's the right vibe for tonight, but I will find a way to get you in, maybe toward the end when things are quieting down. Do you perform at other events?"

His shy grin fills with joy. "I've been trying to. It takes some connections that I don't have, but Vi has been spreading the word about me, which has helped bring in a few gigs."

"You'd be a hit at a few bachelorette parties we're planning this summer. Give me your number, and let's see what we can do."

His eyes light up. "Thank you so much. Vi said you were amazing, and she was right."

"Vi is biased," I say, but I'm pleased at the compliment. I check my watch, and my heart ramps up again. "The guys will be here soon. We've got to get everything finished up."

Tate sets up speakers and puts on our standard playlist of popular music that keeps the energy high. Jasmine and Nicole both have their own music they dance to, but they'll stay in the bedroom until it's time for their dances.

When the first person knocks on the door, I'm just finishing up the food platters provided by the hotel. Everything looks perfect, and I smile, swipe my lips with Russian Red lipstick and open the door to our guests.

My heart stops, and I don't even acknowledge the groom and his other friends, because standing before me is Sebastian Donovan.

My mouth falls open, but I quickly shut it, channeling all my professionalism as I pull my eyes from Sebastian to the groom, who is talking to me.

"So nice to meet you in person," Dan says, hand extended to shake.

I smile, grip his hand firmly and open the door for him and his friends. "Come in. Everything's ready for your big night."

His friends tumble into the room, filling it with testosterone. We've already dimmed the lights, turned up the music, and a few guys head straight to the bar, whether for drinks or to admire Vi, I'm not sure, but I can see her turning on the charm as she mixes and serves and flirts just enough to keep them coming back.

I expect to see Chad a bit jealous, but he's having just as much fun talking, laughing and serving drinks. My estimation of him increases as I turn my attention back to Dan.

"I hope you find everything as anticipated." I lead him to a special area where I've set up a smoking lounge with the finest Cuban cigars money (and a few well-placed connections) can buy. "As you requested. I think you'll find these to your liking."

He picks a cigar up and lifts it to his nose, inhaling deeply. "A 1989 Punch Punch. These are extremely hard to come by and one of the most coveted Cuban cigars around. I don't know how you managed this."

I laugh. "This is nothing. You should see what some clients have requested. It was my pleasure."

He's a handsome man with dark eyes, blond hair and a kind smile. He hasn’t even glanced at Vi, which doesn't surprise me. Contrary to Hollywood tropes, most grooms don't ogle other women during their bachelor party. Most of them spend the whole night talking about their bride, and I can tell he won't be any different.

"Janet, my fiancée, wanted to use you too, but since I found you first, I won."

"I hope she's having a good time," I say, meaning it. Some day I hope to grow our business enough that we can take on two parties in one night, just for this reason. But we're not quite there yet.

He checks his phone, smiles and texts something, and I know he's probably going to be texting her all night while his friends and her friends celebrate.