Society Weddings (Corrigan & Co. Book 11) (5 page)

He’s laughing as he hops down the two steps
to meet me. “Couldn’t wait, love?”

“For you? Never.”

I lean up and kiss him, causing the guests
to laugh, and Wayne, who got ordained online just so he could marry
us, to clear his throat loudly. Several times. We finally break
apart to see him glaring at us.

“Look, I didn’t go through the boot camp
like hurdles I did to get this license just to have the two of you
blatantly disregard the sanctity of this wedding.”

“You clicked a few buttons on the website,
asshole,” Kace tells him. “That’s hardly boot camp.”

“My fingers are precious.”

“You’re precious, alright.”

“Just take your damn places, please.”

We smile at each other, before doing as he
asks. The rest of the ceremony goes as expected. When I promise to
obey him, Kace’s eyes go dark. I smirk at him, and lick my lips,
knowing full well we’re going to end up late to our own wedding
reception. Our guests will understand.

* * *

Kace

It’s nearly killing me to stand and take
pictures after the wedding. Don’t get me wrong, I love being
photographed with Stella and our friends and family, but hiding a
hard on while standing next to your parents is not fun. When Stella
moves in front of me, I think she’s helping me out. Until she rubs
that perfect ass of hers over my cock.

“Payback’s a bitch, love,” I whisper in her
ear.

“Good thing I like it rough,” She whispers
back.

“You’re not helping
my…
situation
.”

“Poor baby boy, do you need me to kiss it
and make it better?”

I groan in her ear. Who am I kidding? That
groan was loud enough to be heard two states over. “The thought of
you on your knees in that wedding dress while you suck me off …holy
hell…I want that so fucking bad.”

“As your wife, it’s my job
to make sure
all
of your needs are met,” she says, and then turns to everyone
else. “I think we have enough pictures for now. Why don’t you all
head on in to cocktail hour. Faith and Gavin have really outdone
themselves.”

“Aren’t you two heading in?” my mom asks
her.

“Soon. I need Kace’s help with something
first.” Fuck yeah she does.

Tegan smirks at us both before leaning in
like she’s hugging us. “I’ll hold everyone off, but I can’t do it
indefinitely. Go get your freak on.”

We don’t have to be told twice. Once
everyone has gone into the reception tent, I lead her inside our
building, and down to the bowling alley. When we walk in and she
sees the candles all over, she pulls me to a stop and kisses me. I
want to strip her bare, and fuck her hard, but I haven’t forgotten
her earlier promise. I lead us to the lane I set up and drop a
pillow to the floor. She pushes me down into one of the seats with
a smile.

I watch her sink to her knees, causing her
tits to almost pop out of the top of her dress. I reach out and run
my hands over the exposed skin while she unzips my pants, and pulls
my dick out of my briefs. “You’re so beautiful, Stella.”

“That’s Mrs. Reynolds to you.”

“Well then, Mrs. Reynolds, please put my
cock in your mouth before I die.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” she says,
kissing me once, and then taking me deep into her mouth.

I watch her for about a minute, enjoying the
view. I love seeing my cock go in and out of her mouth almost as
much as I love seeing it go in and out of her pussy. I try to hold
on, but she knows exactly what to do to make me come hard. One
squeeze of my balls, and some stroking to go with the sucking, and
yeah, I drop my head back and yell out her name as I empty myself
down her throat.

I take a moment to come back down to Earth
as she places kisses on my abs and ribs. I know taking me in her
mouth made her even hornier than she was earlier. Giving me
pleasure turns her on, just like eating her pussy does the same to
me. And that pussy of hers is next on the menu.

I stand up, and then help her to her feet,
unzipping her dress, but catching it before it falls to the ground.
We’ll have to go back eventually, and I know she’ll want her dress
to come out of all of this unscathed. I set it on the chairs and
turn back to her. And nearly have a heart attack.

Without her dress, she’s in just a tiny
white satin strapless bra, and sheer, lace topped, stockings. No
panties. No fucking panties. If I’d known that earlier, I would’ve
never made it through the pictures.

But the most beautiful thing she’s wearing,
by far, is a smile. “Thank you for taking care of my dress.”

“Welcome,” I say taking her hand and pulling
her over to the bowling ball return.

“I did enjoy this last time,” she reminds
me.

“You don’t honestly think we’re doing the
same thing, do you? I mean, come on, you don’t see me as a
one-trick pony, do you?”

“If I lie and say yes, do I get to ride
you?”

“Later. Now straddle the fan.”

She does as I ask, but she’s not exactly
where I need her. I move her forward a little, take off her shoes
so she’s lower, and then drop to my knees. As the hot air hits her
center, I take my first lick. Stella starts moving her hips as the
stream of hot air combines with my mouth to bring her close to the
edge.

“Fuck, Kace.”

“Soon,” I say. “After you come on my
tongue.”

I lick lower, feeling the heat on my tongue
as I plunge it in and out of her. Alternating between her sweet
little clit, and her dripping pussy, I take her over the edge as
she screams.

“Ready for your ride now, love?”

“Yes. Please yes.”

I lean back and pull her on top of me. We
don’t need fancy for this, just a good old-fashioned fucking. She
slides down my cock, and then we’re both moving. I pull her tits
out of the bra, and feast on them while she rides me hard and fast.
We’re both so far gone that it only takes minutes before she’s
shuddering, and I’m coming right behind her. Once we’re both
momentarily satisfied, I start to laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“I didn’t even realize you still had your
veil on until now.”

“What? Oh, shit. I didn’t realize it
either.”

“I almost wish we didn’t have to go back,
but they’ll be looking for us soon.”

“We have the rest of our lives together to
do this over and over again.”

“Yes, we do.”

We get up, and put ourselves back together.
We’re holding hands as we enter the tent. I see the cool, modern
chandeliers she placed at every table, and she sees my next
surprise. I had Swarovski encrusted letters spelling “Mr.,”
“&”, and “Mrs.” placed in the middle of the dance floor.

“I love them. Oh wow. I want them in the
apartment.”

“Whatever you want.”

“I want you. Today…the bouquet…the vest…the
sex…the letters…you’ve made this day perfect for me.”

“The vest comes before the sex?”

She rolls her eyes. “I wasn’t listing things
in order, horndog.”

“Just checking. And for the record, today
was perfect for me, too. After all, I got to marry you, Mrs.
Reynolds.”

“Ditto, Mr. Reynolds. Ditto.”

Jake

“You holding up okay?” I ask Isa, walking
into her office at the Corrigan & Co. Foundation.

“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be? I mean, your
mother has just taken over my wedding, and now one of your
ex-girlfriends has turned up dead, only to have her father hire us
to find out who killed her. And let’s not forget that you’re his
number one suspect.”

“No one believes I killed Skylar. And even
if they did, I have an airtight alibi. I was servicing my fiancé
that night, and the apartment cameras will prove I never left the
building.”

“I know. Logically, I know that. I just
worry.”

I move behind her to massage her shoulders.
“Don’t worry about that. We’re good there. Now tell me what my
mother’s done now.”

“The usual. She thinks this is her
wedding.”

“I’ll take care of her.”

“No, Jake. It’s fine. It’s just a wedding,
right? I mean, being married is more important.”

I step around to lean on her desk and look
at my sweet girl. “Yes, marriage is the most important thing, but
that doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t have your dream wedding.”

“Even if it’s silly?”

“What could possibly be silly about your
dreams?”

“What I want isn’t sensible, or
sophisticated.”

“Good. Those two things are highly
overrated.”

“So you’d be okay if you walked into a
wedding and reception full of pink, pearls, and maybe a little
bling? Nothing as sparkly as Stella’s, but I think I’d like a
little.”

“I’d even dress in pink if that’s what you
want.”

“No,” she says with a laugh. “Maybe slate
grey?”

“That works, too.”

“Now, I just need to convince your
mother.”

“No. I said I’d handle her, and I will. You
just go ahead and plan what you want.”

“She wants to be involved. I think that’s a
good thing.”

“She can be involved as long as she supports
you, and what you want.”

“You don’t have to do this. I should just
stand up for myself.”

“Isabelle Carlton, you are one of the
strongest women I know, but my mother is…well, you know how she is.
Standing up to her is work. A lot of work you don’t need. She won’t
give me any trouble.”

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. Just keep loving me
forever, and we’ll call it even.”

“Deal.”

I kiss her softly, which turns into more
than kissing. Just like it always does. She finally tells me I have
to leave so she can work on Skylar’s murder investigation. I’d like
to have this case closed before the wedding, so I don’t put up much
of a fight.

I “dated” Skylar years ago. I use that term
loosely because it was more like we were each other’s arm candy,
and we had sex a few times. End of story. At least until news of my
upcoming wedding to Isa broke. For some reason Sky wanted her
fifteen minutes of fame and tried to use us to get it. She’d been
all over the media for weeks claiming that we’d been having a
clandestine affair, and that I was going to dump Isa at the altar.
Never mind that I would never touch another woman, but the times
she said I was with her were times I was with Isa and our friends.
Even in D.C., I was either with Aiden or Vicki. Isa knows this and
told me from the beginning that she’d never believe I cheated on
her, but I still wish I understood why Sky did it. I guess I’ll
never know now.

I do know one thing, though. My mother needs
to be reined in. I call her as I get into the elevator.

“Darling, I didn’t expect to hear from you
so soon. Did something happen with Skylar’s case?”

“No. Something happened with my wedding. I
need you to stop trying to run over Isa. She’s either going to have
the wedding of her dreams, or I’m taking her to the drive-thru
chapel. Without you.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“After all that’s happened, you really
believe I wouldn’t do everything in my power to make sure Isa’s
every wish and dream comes true?”

“When you put it that way, I guess not. I
was only trying to help your image, you know. A sophisticated
affair would go a long way in this town.”

“When have I ever cared about my image?”

“Never. Fine, it was about me.”

“When it’s really supposed to be about
Isa.”

“And you. Don’t you want anything?”

“Yes. I want the woman I love to be happy.
That’s all I need or want.”

“I’ll be nice.”

“I know you will, because you know I’m not
kidding about the drive-thru chapel.”

“I shouldn’t have raised you to be so tough.
It’s coming back to bite me in the ass.”

“Karma, Mom. Karma. It’ll get you every
time.”

* * *

Isa

I’ve been going over the details for
Skylar’s murder, and nothing is jumping out at me. I have that
nagging feeling in my brain telling me I’m missing something, but
for the life of me, I don’t know what. Maybe I need to step away
and wait for Tegan to tell me what she sees. We purposely stay away
from each other for the first day or two of analysis so that we
don’t influence each other’s initial findings.

I’m restless; worrying about finding this
killer, and worrying that I’m going to make a mess of my wedding. I
probably should’ve just let Liz Mason give me sophisticated and
fancy, but I really want romantic and pink. Ever since Jake talked
to her, she’s been more than happy to listen to me. I don’t know
what he said to scare her, but whatever it was, it definitely
worked.

She’s not a bad person. In fact, if she
loves you, she’d slay a zombie for you. And I know she loves me.
It’s only because Jake does, but still, she loves me. She just
likes to project a certain image, and dresses that look like cotton
candy don’t fit into her mold. But she’s breaking her mold for me,
and I really appreciate it.

She’s canceled the country club and booked
the Library of Congress Great Hall, which is where I really wanted
to get married. Well, honestly, I wanted to get married at the
Smithsonian, but they can’t do weddings there. She’s also Skyped me
in with her florist and smiled indulgently when I picked the pinks
and whites with fake diamonds dripping down for my centerpieces.
The bridesmaid’s dresses were a little harder for her to swallow.
They don’t really look like cotton candy, just pale pink ruffles
with white daisies all over the strapless bodice and scattered
around the skirt. I’m not much of a daisy fan, but I fell in love
with the dresses, and while Liz doesn’t exactly love them, she
didn’t put out another hit on me. At least not that I know of. As a
whole, it’s all coming together. Even with the publicity
surrounding Skylar’s death and fake claims about Jake.