Society Weddings (Corrigan & Co. Book 11)
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Authors: Crystal Perkins
Society Weddings
A Corrigan & Co. novella
By Crystal Perkins
Copyright © 2015 by Crystal Perkins
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Behind every great spy is the sexy man who
loves her...
The women of the Society invite you to join
them as they finally walk down the aisle. Whether it's the first or
second time they're saying "I Do" to the man they love, these
weddings are the ones they've always dreamed of.
Planning a mission and planning a wedding
are two different things...
You've shared their struggles, triumphs, and
SECRETS, and now it's time to share the celebrations of their love.
Mishaps, murders, misunderstandings, and general mayhem will ensue
before they get their happily ever after, but that will make them
even more special.
Ten female spies + ten equally strong men =
ten weddings full of romance, weapons, tears, and lots of sexy
times. RSVP at your own risk.
The Griffin Brothers series
Gaming For Love (The Griffin Brothers #1)
Building Our Love (The Griffin Brothers
#2)
Creating A Love (The Griffin Brothers #3)
Learning To Love (The Griffin Brothers
#4)
Designing The Love (The Griffin Brothers
#5)
Working On Love (The Griffin Brothers #6)
Keeping Their Love (The Griffin Brothers
#7)
Corrigan & Co. series
Fielding Her SECRET (Corrigan & Co.,
#1)
Devouring the SECRET (Corrigan & Co.,
#2)
Rocking a SECRET (Corrigan & Co., #3)
Lessons in SECRET (Corrigan & Co.,
#4)
Uncovering His SECRET (Corrigan & Co.,
#5)
Training the SECRET (Corrigan & Co.,
#6)
Inheriting a SECRET (Corrigan & Co.,
#7)
Tending Their SECRET (Corrigan & Co.,
#8)
Playing in SECRET (Corrigan & Co.,
#9)
Loving My SECRET (Corrigan & Co.,
#10)
Other books
Never Fear-Phobias Horror Anthology
(Chronophobia short story)
Never Fear-Christmas Terrors Anthology
(Silent Fright short story)
For everyone who took the journey with these
ten
women along with me. Thanks for loving them!
Ainsley
“Stop fidgeting, or I’m going to end up
stabbing you with these damn pins,” Stella tells me, as she works
on altering my wedding dress.
Most brides would just have it done by the
bridal shop, or the designer. I’m not most brides, though. I’m a
member of the Society, a secret group of women who right as many of
the wrongs in the world as we can. And my good friend, Stella, is
our stylist. She’s also a perfectionist, hence the alterations
she’s doing on my dress right now.
“I still don’t know how I let you talk me
into a pink wedding gown.”
“Just because you’re a tomboy, doesn’t mean
you should be wearing blue.”
“I normally lean towards purple, and not
blue, and you know it.”
“Purple is a little out there for a wedding
gown, even for me. The blush pink looks beautiful on you,
especially with all of the swirling fabric on the bottom.”
There is a lot of fabric curling around to
make what looks like giant roses—or frosting—on the bottom.
Actually, frosting is probably a better metaphor since I feel like
a cupcake in this dress. Not that it’s a bad thing. My fiancé, Zack
Taylor, loves sweets, and looking like a cupcake might get me a few
extra licks in the honeymoon suite. That isn’t me complaining—I’m
well taken care of when he’s not off on a road trip with his
football team—but a little extra time with Zack and his tongue is
not something I’d turn down.
“Is the dress too much?” I have to ask.
“Too much what? Money? No. You can afford
it. Too much fabric? On someone else, maybe. But you look so
beautiful, Ainsley. I wouldn’t tell you that if it wasn’t true.
Zack is going to fall to his knees when he sees you walking towards
him.”
“If I ever find a place for us to get
married,” I mumble.
“You will. I can’t believe he wouldn’t get
married on the football field. I thought that was a perfect
idea.”
“Me too. He says it’s too clichéd.”
“It is, but who cares? You both love the
game. You wouldn’t have met if it wasn’t for football. Can’t you
change his mind?”
“If I really pushed it, he’d do whatever I
wanted. I don’t want this to be just my wedding, though. It should
be about both of us, and what makes us happy.”
“Is he not happy with football anymore?”
“What? No. That’s not it. He loves football
more than anything except for his family and me. I think it’s more
that, during the season, he spends more time on that field than he
spends with me, and he wants this to be just for us.”
“Football is the main thing you have in
common, so what else would be “just for you”?”
“I don’t know,” I admit.
That’s the problem. Zack and I are perfect
for each other. We fit together. But I’m sure no one on the outside
sees it that way. When you strip away football, you have a sexy
god, and a sexy nerd. We’re both sexy—it took me some time to
believe that, but we are—but I know our relationship is still a
shock to many people. While our sex life is spectacular, what we
have is so much more.
We have lazy Tuesdays, spending most of his
day off cuddling on the couch, while we marathon some of the TV
shows we missed the week before. We have late night dinners after
the games. Win or lose, we eat alone, just the two of us, once he
comes home. We have the secret signal he gives me before each game,
and the kiss I give to his helmet every week. Either in the tunnel
here in Vegas, or before he leaves for his away games. I go to as
many away games as I can, but I have an important job. A job he
appreciates as much as I do.
When I met my man, I
thought he was just a shallow manwhore. Over time, I came to
realize that he just put up that front to protect himself. Don’t
get me wrong, he slept with plenty of women, and let plenty more
get on their knees for him. But I’m the only one who got to see the
real him.
Gets
to
see it still. Once we got past all of the jealousy, and childish
behavior, we exposed our real selves to each other, and only then
did I truly know how lucky I am.
He’s as cocky as ever in public, but in
private, he’s self-deprecating and sweet. He would lay his life
down for his family, his close friends, and yeah, me. When my
friends have gotten in some dangerous or sticky situations, he was
right there, offering to do whatever he could to help. From the
moment he put this football shaped ring on my finger, he has never
wavered in his devotion to me. Sure, we still fight sometimes—we’re
only human. But I never worry that he’ll walk away because I’m
insecure, or because he’ll find someone else. He’s mine forever,
and that’s why this wedding has to be perfect. For both of us.
* * *
Zack
It’s the first weekend of the off-season,
and I couldn’t be happier. Well, I guess I could—we didn’t win the
Super Bowl, or even make it there—but now I get to spend more time
with my wife-to-be. I have some endorsement photo shoots and
commercials, and I’ll train a little every day, but other than
that, it’s just me and Ains. She’s still got work, and I know she’s
stressed about our wedding in two weeks, but every spare moment she
has belongs to me. Hell, I may just go hang out in her lair at the
Foundation when she’s working, just so I can have those moments,
too. The house is too empty without her here.
The doorbell rings, and I jump up to answer
it. No one buzzed at the gate, so it has to be family or a friend.
I open the door to see Stella on the other side, and if looks could
kill, I’d be dead at the moment. It takes me a moment to realize
that Reina’s with her, too, because I’m still trying to resist the
urge to cover my dick with my hands. If I’ve learned one thing from
the Society women, it’s that you don’t show fear. Like ever. You
embrace your fear, and then put on a brave front.
“Hi ladies, what’s up?”
“What’s up? Seriously, Football?” Stella
asks, stepping towards me. I’m so damn proud of myself for not
stepping back.
“Calm down, Stell. We came here to talk to
him, not hurt him,” Reina says, putting a hand on her arm.
“Fine. Talk first, but if he continues to
fuck-up, can I hurt him?”
“Just a little. Ainsley loves him.”
“Um, while I’m totally loving this
conversation—not—what that hell is going on?”
“You’re breaking Ainsley’s heart,” Stella
tells me, walking into the living room, and sitting on one of the
couches.
“What? How?” We went two rounds before she
left for work this morning, and she was definitely happy when she
left. Or at least I thought she was.
“Sit down, Zack,” Reina says with a sigh. I
sit, and she continues. “I had a wedding in a casino. It was
beautiful, and exactly what most people would’ve dreamed of. It
wasn’t what I wanted, I never even thought about what I
wanted.”
“I’m really sorry for that, Reina, but what
does that have to do with me and Ains? She picked the casino for
our wedding.”
“Because you won’t let her have a football
wedding.”
“She doesn’t really want that.” Does
she?
“Of course she wants that. Ainsley isn’t
about flowers and bling. She wants to get married on the football
field you fell in love on, and have that parking lot food thing,”
Stella says.
“Tailgating?” I ask with a smile.
“Yeah, that.”
“I thought she just wanted that for me.”
“And she thinks you don’t want it at all.
She’s doing the casino for you,” Reina tells me.
“Well, fuck. I just wanted her to have the
fairytale.”
“Which fairytale is that, Zack? Because
while Ainsley is drop dead gorgeous, she’ll never be a princess in
a castle,” Stella reminds me.
Shit. I shouldn’t need to be reminded of
that. “No, she won’t. I’ve been trying to fit her into a mold,
haven’t I?”