Freed – Chapter 1
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Warning! Chapters may include graphic sexual situations (BDSM) which may not be suitable for everyone. Reviews and comments are always welcome. Thank you for reading.
Honeymoon - Part 1 of 3
Somewhere in the Mediterranean...
"NO!" Jesse cried out. Thrashing about and yelling out in his sleep, my husband of three weeks was having a violent nightmare. They were becoming less frequent since tying the knot, but still very extreme.
"Jesse! Wake up!" Propping myself up on his chest I watched his face contort in pain as his bellowing continued. Stroking his stubbled face I tried to gently bring him out of it. "I'm here, babe. Please wake up for me."
"NO...DON'T!" He yelled out again and waved his arm, knocking over a glass of water on his side table. "NO!"
"It's okay..." Climbing on top of him I straddled his waist and shook him by his shoulders, but he still wasn't coming around. Trying to hold back my own tears, I hated seeing my love suffering and knew what I needed to do. With no other choice I held up my hand. "I'm sorry Jesse, but..."
SLAP!
Having struck him across the face, his eyes shot open as he grabbed my wrist. For a brief moment he seemed a million miles away but soon realized what had happened.
"I had a dream." He breathed, releasing me.
"I know you did, it's okay."
"Beca!" He sobbed, placing his hand on his head. "You're here!"
"Shh...of course I'm here, where else would I be?" Stroking his drenched hair he was covered in a layer of perspiration, looking so young and vulnerable I wanted to cradle him in my arms and protect him from all evil. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Do you promise?"
"Yes! You have my word, I'm never leaving."
"Thank God." Letting out a sigh of relief Jesse shut his eyes. "Please...let's not fight. The vows...I get it. No obeying. I'm really going to try." He pleaded, sitting up and locking eyes with me. "I need you..."
"I need you too."
Nothing else mattered but the growing desire between us as he freed himself of his pajama bottoms. Knowing what he needed, I pushed him down on his back, crossed my arms to lift my night shirt over my head and rubbed myself against his growing erection. Leaning forward we kissed passionately as I took him inside. All was soon forgotten that brought on our argument as I recalled the events leading up to our wedding.
A couple of months before…
"Yes...Jesse. My answer is yes. I'll marry you."
"Finally." He beamed and kissed me hard. "Then you can have this."
Offering me the most exquisite diamond platinum ring, I became one of those girls who squealed at the sight of bling. It was a perfect fit as reality began to sink in. I was getting married to a man I needed more than oxygen. Grabbing his head between my palms I poured as much love into a kiss and was enveloped into his arms. On our knees we were on the same level and exchanging passionate kisses until he brought us to our feet then guided us to a couch where I was gently lowered into a pile of cushions. We celebrated our engagement the best way we knew how, we made love while hundreds of guests inside the main house waited to wish Jesse a Happy Birthday.
..ooOoo..
Sprawled out on his chest with the floral scent filling the pool house, we were satiated and deeply in love. I'd never been so happy and never wanted to leave this place.
"Can we marry tomorrow?" Jesse asked softly, holding me close to him. "I don't think I can wait."
"Hmm…"
"Is that a yes or a no?"
"Hmm…"
"Is my future wife incoherent?"
"Hmm…" Raising my head off his chest I was so sleepy but had the biggest grin on my face that made Jesse laugh and hug me even tighter. With all the kinky fuckery we'd done earlier, my body was exhausted and finally hit it's limit.
"Then Vegas it is."
"Um...no." I found my voice and propped myself up. "I don't think my parents would approve."
"I didn't think so." He smiled, kissing my lips. "Tell me what you want."
"Nothing too big...just family and close friends."
"Okay." He nodded in agreement, running his fingers along my bare back. "Where?"
Giving it some thought, I grinned then lowered my head to rest on his chest.
"Can we ask your parents about having it here?"
"Really?" He asked, placing a kiss to my forehead. "My mom is going to be delighted." I could hear his smile. "We'll talk to her tomorrow."
"This is my favorite place to be, buried inside my beloved wife while she rides me." He purred as I consumed him whole and glided along his length in a slow deliberate pace, taking my husband on an erotic journey into bliss.
On the open seas we were in the middle of the Mediterranean in our own little bubble. For a few weeks we were on a borrowed luxury yacht owned by some Saudi Arabian prince. Our honeymoon couldn't be anymore perfect as we cruised along international seas with Benji along for security and a hired crew to prepare our meals, maintain and operate the ship. Having made several stops along the way, we sunbathed on beautiful beaches, swam in the clearest of waters, feasted on delicious local cuisine and shopped for souvenirs for the people in our lives. We also purchased ridiculously priced jewelry for each other and picked out artwork to decorate our new home. Each ports o call had a difference ambiance as we experienced high energy nightlife, made love in the most romantic locales and even spent a weekend at a Dark Tantric workshop for couples. It was explained to us as an erotic practice that fused the world of BDSM and Tantra together to create the perfect blend of taboo and bliss. We were taught the basics in a classroom setting with other couples then coached privately on how to connect spiritually by pleasuring each other through sensual massage, Kama Sutra positions and fantasy role-playing that Jesse couldn't wait to incorporate into our playroom back at home.
As I made love to my spouse he squeezed my breasts while I tightened around him to increase our friction. It was something I learned from the retreat that heightened sensation while my inner goddess saluted me with respect. Letting out a guttural sound, blood rushed to my center; I was nearing my breaking point and lost myself in the moment. Just before I let loose I halted our actions so we could relish the feeling of our union; we were all sensation as our moans filled the cabin.
This was bliss...
With his hands on my hips, he guided himself further inside and unified with my special spot repeatedly, as the sound of slapping skin grew louder. Sucking in my breath I arched back and orgasmed hard, momentarily forgetting how to breathe and fell forward on top of my husband who found his own release seconds later. With his arms firmly around me, my lungs resumed pumping oxygen while my body heaved with glory.
Still connected I was kissed passionately then flipped over as Jesse held my hands above my head and slammed into me.
Again…how?
"One more time, baby." He grunted against my lips. "Come for me."
"Oh God." I whispered breathlessly as he penetrated my spasming walls while fingering me. "Fuck!"
With the porn worthy sounds coming from within, I was still reeling from the earlier release and nearing oblivion once more. "Let it go..."
And I did...
Detonating around him I yelled out a version of his name as he silenced me with a kiss.
God, I loved this man...
The morning after the engagement…
"There's no way I'm making her sign a prenuptial agreement." Jesse was insistent as his father made the suggestion. "HELL NO!"
After all the guests had left the night before, we told Chloe and my future in-laws that we were going to Sunday services. To our surprise they were already with a congregation and had us tag along. After church we returned to the Swanson's where an elaborate brunch was prepared for us. Toasted bagels, whipped cream cheese and smoked salmon; one of my personal favorites. I was in seventh heaven as I devoured my Kosher meal while my perturbed fiancé and his father duked it out before us until Jesse slammed his fist on the oak table; fifty shades of fucked up was back and he'd had enough. Placing my hand over his, I needed to calm him down.
"I don't care about the money, I never did." My admission turned heads. "He's just trying to protect you. Look...if it'll make your dad feel more comfortable, I'll sign it."
"NO!" He barked, tossing virtual daggers at the family matriarch. "If Beca ever leaves me, it'll be for good reason and for some really fucked up thing I did. Dad...I appreciate your concern but I don't ever want this brought up again."
"Jonathan, darling...please drop it." Janet spoke up, placing her hand over her husband's. "These lovebirds are getting married without any contracts."
Chloe snorted and drew attention to herself. Having just taken a sip of her coffee, the liquid stimulant shot through her nostrils as she reacted to Janet's comment, and smirked at me. Like the good boyfriend he was, Tom gently patted her back in case she was choking on her meal while I was having a hell of a time concealing my blush. I knew what the ginger was thinking about, she had previously found Jesse's indecent proposal back in our apartment in Atlanta and knew the circumstances of how our relationship began. Narrowing my eyes at my best friend we saw the humor in the situation and busted up laughing.
"Thank you mother." Jesse continued on, giving Chloe and I a look of caution. "By the way, we would like to get married here so you have one month to do your thing."
"A MONTH!" They all blurted out in stereo then gawked at me, or rather at my stomach.
"Whoa!" Holding my hands up in defense, I glared at my husband-to-be, who chuckled at my reaction. "I'm not pregnant! We just don't want to wait."
In our post coital bliss we were laying on our sides, facing each other while the boat gently rocked on the calm seas. It was in the middle of the night so it was extra quiet as the staff turned in while a skeleton crew navigated us through international waters. I never wanted our honeymoon to end as Jesse and I spent just about every waking moment together. A week from now we would be returning home and back to reality which, was something neither of us was looking forward to. Studying my handsome spouse I cupped his strong jaw then ran my index finger along the bridge of his perfect nose to his soft heart shaped lips. Responding to my touch, he kissed my hand and couldn't take his eyes off of me.
"Are you going to tell me about your dream?"
After a couple of minutes Jesse closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"It was about her…the crack whore." He spoke softly, rolling onto his back, fixating on the ceiling. "I was clinging onto her and crying out, but she wouldn't respond; she just laid there with her eyes open. He stopped to take another deep breath while I placed my hand over his heart. My gesture brought a warm smile as he placed his hand over mine. "A female cop yanked me away as I watched them cover her body with a white sheet."
"Oh my God." Was all I could say as I wrapped myself around him, willing the painful memory to go away. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't be, you had nothing to do with it."
"I know, but I hate seeing you hurting." Propping myself up I placed kisses along his blemished chest and felt him relax. "Tell me how I can make it better. Tell me what you need."
"Baby, you already give me everything I want and could possibly need." He whispered, as he pressed his lips to mine. "Just promise you'll never leave."
"I've told you many times before, there's nothing you can do or say that will push me away. You're my first and only love, and now I'm your wife. Dude, you're kinda stuck with me."
He grinned at my last remark. "Marrying you was the best decision I've ever made." With his attitude lightening up, I could feel something stir beneath me. Giving him one of my trademark smirks, he flipped me over onto my back, looked into my eyes and entered me.
The following day we were anchored at the next ports o call. Sporting an eight hundred dollar leopard patterned bikini I was laying out on a chaise lounge trying to catch some rays. As usual the control freak wasn't too far away and provided me with the strongest sunscreen in existence.
"Put this on." He grumbled, handing me the bottle. "Now! Before you turn into a lobster."
"Yes, Sir." I mock saluted him. "Right away, Sir"
Letting out a sigh Jesse tried to conceal his amusement but failed miserably. "Mrs. Swanson, if you burn I won't be able to touch you."
"Ironic isn't it? Not being able to touch me." I couldn't resist giving the pompous ass a taste of his own medicine while I worked the lotion into my arms and legs. "And just for that, I'm going to roll my eyes at you."
"Beca." He sighed and tried not to laugh at my sarcasm. "The Mediterranean sun is much stronger than the Pacific. Do you really want to risk skin cancer?"
"Of course not, husband." Deflating my lungs I was resigned to the fact that I wasn't going to win this argument. "Can you at least get my back?"
"It would be my pleasure, wife. Turn around." Untying my bikini top I let the outrageously expensive material fall onto the chaise lounge while Jesse gaped at me. "What're you doing?"
"Jeez! Keep your hair on...they're just boobs. Besides, everyone's either gone ashore or are on the other side of the boat." Raking his overgrown hair with his fingers he tried his best to remain calm then lathered up my neck, back and shoulders in SPF 1000. "So, I'm guessing going topless on the beach like the other women is out of the question?"
I had to ask...
"Mrs. Swanson." He spoke seductively into my ear as he squirted more sunblock onto his palm then rubbed his hands together. Reaching around he began to massage lotion into my front, concentrating on my breasts which took me by surprise with my recent interest in topless sunbathing on the beach. Taking his sweet time he kissed the back of my neck and circled my areoles with the tips of his fingers while I hardened under his touch. "Isn't this nice?" Instead of answering with words, I moaned softly as he kneaded me. "Should I make you come like this?" His seduction continued as he tugged on my tips. "Or should we wait until tonight?" Letting out a louder groan I tossed my head back and pushed myself into his hands. "These beautiful mounds of flesh belong to me, and only me. They're for my eyes and pleasure only." As he tweaked my nipples between his skillful fingers I was on the verge of letting go and then he stopped, leaving me hanging. "I think that's good enough."
Wait! What?
My inner goddess threw a temper tantrum while my subconscious doubled over in laughter.
"I've got some calls to make so we'll resume this later." Giving me a chaste kiss on the cheek he grabbed by bikini top, secured it in back and walked away. "Keep it on."
He knew exactly what he was doing, punishing me for wanting to be like the other women who flaunted their assets with pride instead of hiding behind scraps of expensive material that barely provided coverage.
"Just so you know, I officially hate you right now!" I yelled as he disappeared inside.
Now that I was sexually frustrated and protected against a nuclear attack, I took out my Macbook Pro and headphones to play back some of the arrangements my team was working on, then thought about the days leading up to our wedding.
Forty-eight hours before tying the knot…
With having a short engagement, we agreed to hold the bridal shower and bachelor/bachelorette parties in sin city. Using Jesse's private jet, the Swanson clan, Chloe and Luke joined us as we touched down at McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas at around eleven in the morning. Meeting my mom and stepdad, the Bellas and their significant others inside the terminal, we headed for passenger pick-up and was directed to a white twenty-four passenger F650 super stretch limo waiting for us. Jesse spared no expense as he made sure our ride was fully stocked with every known alcohol, soda and snack in existence. It was also a real joy seeing Benji and Don being more casual as they not only provided security, they were Jesse's guests and designated groomsmen.
As the limo left the airport we headed for the strip and arrived to our destination at Caesar's Palace. With all expenses paid by my very generous fiancé; travel costs, hotel accommodations, food, alcohol and entertainment were all covered.
Chloe, Stacie and Amy had conspired with my mom and soon-to-be mother in law to spend the afternoon being pampered in a day spa, sunbathing at the pool, having the bridal shower in our penthouse suite, going to see men strip and then finally meeting up with the guys at a very popular nightclub known as XS. With Jesse's connections, not only were we on the VIP list, he was able to call in some favors.
After checking into the hotel we unpacked our stuff in our perspective rooms, then met downstairs for brunch. The buffet was delicious and amusing as we observed our friend, Amy and her boy toy, Bumper hit the food lines several times.
It was time to say goodbye to the guys who had an agenda of their own that included hiking at Red Rock Canyon, racing exotic sports cars at the Las Vegas Motor Speedway, gambling at some of the trendiest casinos on the strip then meeting up with us at the nightclub.
Pulling me into his arms, Jesse no longer cared about anyone witnessing our PDA as he pressed his lips to mine. Not wanting to let him go I snaked my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. I couldn't believe in less that forty-eight hours I would be married to this gorgeous billionaire sex god with the biggest heart. Hearing the whistles from our group, the best man pulled his brother away as Chloe, my maid of honor stood in between us. We pouted at first then reluctantly said goodbye.
..ooOoo..
The bridal shower was everything I expected it to be. Having just eaten with the guys we were consuming pitchers of Tequila Sunrises like they were water.
Gifts ranged from beautiful negligees from my mom and future mother-in-law to the the skimpiest of lingerie that left nothing to the imagination. Naturally the Bellas had pulled their resources together and purchased the skankiest articles of non-clothing they could muster up.
Stacie still hadn't given me her gift which was beginning to concern me. She brought out two medium size boxes, one for me and the other for Jesse.
"Should I open this in private?" I asked with trepidation, worried what might be inside.
"It's up to you." Stacie smiled, giving nothing away. "What're you afraid of, Mitchell?"
Hmm...lots of things...
With the girls becoming more rowdy, they began chanting "open it". Turning to the mothers I mouthed "I'm sorry" in advance and tried carefully not to break anymore ribbons.
"Shit!" I cursed to myself as ribbon number three disintegrated before me which meant we were destined to have at least three kids. Not giving a damn anymore I tore into the silver paper and removed the lid. With my eyes widening in horror I closed the box immediately then glared at Stacie who couldn't be more pleased with herself. " You're fucking dead, Conrad!"
She laughed out loud. "I told you I was going to take care of the honeymoon. Wait until Jesse sees the rest."
"There's more?" I asked, mortified with what could be in box number two.
"Beca...you have to show us." Zoe insisted as she finished taping the bouquet she created out of a paper plate, ribbons and bows. Grabbing the box from my grip she removed the lid and... "Holy mother of God!" and shut it immediately, turning a bright shade of red. "It's all yours sis...good luck with that."
Acknowledging the youngest Swanson with a smirk I narrowed my eyes at the culprit.
"Explain something to me, Stacie. I'm getting married in less than two days. Why would I need a…" removing the package from the box, I read the description out loud, "Lelo Soraya Luxury G-Spot Massager with Clitoral Stimulator, or any of this other stuff?"
"It's waterproof!" She proudly pointed out. "And it has it's own charger."
The girls chuckled at our exchange as I held up and inspected my new hot pink and chrome colored rabbit vibrator.
"Be-kah..." My name fell from Aubrey's lips with the same condescending tone I became accustomed to during my Freshman year. "It's for when your husband goes on overnight business trips and you need a little extra-"
"-Or...he can fuck you with it." Amy said under her breath making everyone guffaw as I flushed with embarrassment.
"AMY!" I couldn't believe what she'd said in front of the mothers as she grinned while sucking on her apple flavored penis shaped popsicle ring. "You all suck!"
"Oh...relax. We all know you're not celibate." My mother spoke up, trying to stifle her laugh at my expense. "Sweetie...pleasing your lover is extremely important in marriage, so be adventurous and don't hold back. Let him see your wild side."
Chloe and Stacie were literally falling all over each other while I shook my head in disbelief and contemplated jumping off the highest floor of the hotel. If the woman only knew what her precious daughter did behind closed playroom doors.
"So...which lingerie are you going to wear on your wedding night?" Jessica asked, taking a sip of her Tequila Sunrise through her dick shaped twisty straw.
"Yeah...Becs, which slutty outfit are you going to seduce your husband with?" Chloe asked, biting the tip off her cock shaped Belgian chocolate bar. "Mmm...these are really good, Amy."
"I know...right?" The Aussie agreed, popping gummy shaped dicks into her mouth. "Mmm...you should try these." and handed the ginger a snack sized bag. "So, what is it going to be, flat butt?"
Thinking about the question I was being asked and embarrassment I'd already endured, I'd decided they had too much fun at my expense and gave them what they wanted. "You really wanna know?" The girls nodded in perfect synchronization. "Mom, Janet...you probably don't want to hear this, but...what the hell." Tossing back another cocktail I chuckled to myself at what I was going to say. "None of them, and you wanna know why?" They nodded again and waited for me to elaborate. "Because the second my husband peels me out of my wedding gown, I'm going to fuck his brains out."
With everyone erupting in laughter I got the last laugh as the mothers gave me a thumbs up.
"Hey! Is everyone ready to play some games?" Amy asked, interrupting the laughter while I cringed in anticipation of what she had planned. For whatever reason she was in charge of the games and party favors. "We've got Pin The Dick On The Dude, Penis Pinata, Bridal Shower Sex Trivia or Marriage Mad-Libs." She waited for a response while everyone considered their dirty options. " So which one will it be?"
Lord help us...
With everyone quieted down to make a decision, Amy cursed. "Damn it!" Apparently she'd forgotten to bring something. "We can't play two of the games because I forgot the blindfold." She pouted.
"Oh, don't worry, there's one in the box." Stacie spoke up, smiling away as the girls chuckled some more.
"Good thinking, Stace." Chloe added, emptying her third glass. "But we really should have some cake first."
Bringing out a pink bakery box, Flo and Emily set it down along with some plates and forks while Lily whipped out a meat cleaver that made us fear for our lives. That girl still scared us. Naturally the cake depicted a male's genitalia with the inscription, "To Have And To Hold".
It was going to be a very long night...
..ooOoo..
Hours later we were pampered, showered and dressed to go out on the town. From what I heard the guys had, had the time of their lives climbing mountains and channeling their inner race car driver who were now on their way back from the speedway. Jesse and I had been in constant contact via text message as we shared the highlights of our days but missed each other's company. In a few hours we would all be reunited and couldn't wait.
Jesse treated his parents, my mom and stepfather to VIP tickets and backstage passes to see Celine Dion at The Coliseum, while the girls and I were off to see semi naked men at the Thunder From Down Under show at Excalibur. From what Jesse told me he and the guys were bonding while they checked out a popular gentlemen's club, then casino hopped.
With drinks being brought nonstop I'd lost count and was feeling tipsy...and horny. Seeing all the hot men dance provocatively then strip down to almost nothing only made me want my fiancé that much more. With the girls being rowdy they fed dollar bills into g-strings and encouraged lap dances. I'd never laughed so hard when Cynthia Rose was the intended victim as an African American male portraying a firefighter mounted her lap. Being a lesbian, the confusion on her face was priceless and had us all in stitches. With the other girls getting their thrills, all I could think about was getting back to the man of my dreams.
..ooOoo..
At just before eleven o'clock it was time to make our way over to XS. As our limo pulled up into Caesar's valet, Jesse made a beeline for me. Looking sexy in his black jeans that hugged his perfect ass, he wore a form fitting button down white shirt that displayed his chest hair and toned physique. With his mussed up hair and five o'clock shadow, he had a masculine edge that drove me insane. Earlier in the day, the girls convinced me to buy a short black sleeveless front zipper party dress that clung to my curves because Jesse was guaranteed to love it. With the silver stilettos I wore, I was a few inches taller and all legs.
It was as though we hadn't seen each other for ages as he pulled me into his arms and kissed me hard. Feeling the effects of the cocktails I consumed earlier, my inhibition was lost as my fingers raked through his freshly washed hair while I returned his kiss with more fervor.
"Hi." He smiled against my lips. "Miss me much?"
"You might say that." Smiling back, I continued. "For the last couple of hours I've been subjected to Australian men stripping to almost nothing and watching my friends drool when all I could think about was fucking my incredibly hot fiancé."
Jesse laughed. "Are you intoxicated?"
"Yes, and quite horny." I nodded, wrapping my arms around his waist. "You can't imagine the things I want to do to you." Thinking about what Mr. Kinky Fuckery likes to do behind closed doors, I corrected myself. "Then again...you probably can."
"Hmm...I'm going to hold you to that, Miss Mitchell but first we need to sober you up. I have plans for you tonight and don't want a repeat performance of the last time we were at a nightclub."
With the image of me retching all over Jesse's tailored suit, I agreed with a nod and hiccup. "The aca-bitches kept buying me drinks, I lost count."
Jesse laughed again. "Well...maybe I'll just have to take advantage of you."
"Promise?"
"Miss Mitchell, I always keep my promises and by the way, nice dress. I can't wait to unzip you."
Acknowledging him with a smirk we all climbed into the limo, toasted to a fun night and were on our way. Approximately thirty minutes of driving along the crowded Las Vegas strip we pulled into Encore and were escorted to the front of a very long line. After Jesse spoke with the bouncer we were immediately granted access.
"Mr. Swanson...please follow me, your reserved seating is this way."
Following the host through the nightclub it dwarfed the joint in Hollywood as pools and flames were interwoven throughout the club. It was extravagance and practicality balled up into one with gold-plating everywhere. We were taken to an exclusive area behind the DJ's booth which, was said to have the best seating in the house. Getting a closer look at who was providing the entertainment, Luke and I exchanged looks because our mutual friend, Diplo was the guest disc jockey for the evening.
As soon as we were comfortably seated, wine service began however, being the thoughtful man Jesse was, he had our server bring me a couple bottles of Perrier to clear the buzz I still felt.
Before I had the chance to finish a bottle I was dragged to the dance floor by the girls. I wasn't the clubbing type but found an unique opportunity to see how far I could push Jesse before he caved in. As we danced to several songs, Stacie flirted with the DJ and made her way over to him while I turned around and found Jesse staring at me.
In my inebriated state I had no inhibition, and without any regard for myself, ran my hands up and down my sides while licking my lips. Parting my thighs I swayed my hips to the beat and teased my fiancé when I lowered the zipper in front and slowly eased my fingers downward to my center. Closing my eyes I felt my respiration increase and longed for his touch. That's pretty much all it took as my lover joined me on the dance floor. With my back to his front I grinded my ass against him and felt his arousal pressing into me. As his hands caressed my curves I felt myself falling under his spell as the thumping of the beat and intensity of the lasers infiltrated my libido. With his arms embracing my front, he nuzzled my neck and whispered into my ear.
"Come with me."
Taking my hand we left our group and ventured to an even more exclusive area known as the VVVIP section, reserved for high profile clientele who required extra privacy. Handing an obscene tip to the host we were led to a space and left alone. My head was still buzzing but I noticed curtains were drawn around us and several pillows lined the surface below. Knowing what Jesse had in mind I smiled, laid back on the cushions and lowered my zipper some more. Motioning with my index finger for my fiancé to join me, he didn't keep me waiting as we experienced another first in our relationship.
..ooOoo..
"Better?" Jesse asked buttoning up his shirt. He was grinning from ear to ear. "My future wife is becoming quite the vixen."
"That's because my hot husband-to-be brings it out of me." I breathed, appreciating the view. With my inebriation nearly gone, I'd become more composed. "I can't wait until we're married."
"Me too, baby but right now our friends are probably wondering where we are."
After our impromptu tryst we left the exclusive section and rejoined our group who were eyeing us suspiciously.
"Stay here!" He had to yell to be heard over the music. "There's someone I need to speak with." Giving me a quick kiss I sat down next to Chloe and watched Jesse sashay away.
"You've got it bad." My best friend since Freshman year observed.
"And you don't with Tom?"
"Yeah...well at least I'm not fucking my boyfriend in a nightclub."
Touché Ms. Beale...
"Hey! We were discrete."
Shaking her head, Chloe couldn't believe what I admitted to. "You're not even denying it!" Her voice was almost as loud as the music. "Jeez! You've really changed."
Just as I was about to say something in my defense our attention gravitated to the dance floor as a familiar song was being queued up. Looking at the DJ booth was David Guetta who was about to play Titanium, and next to him was Jesse looking like he'd just won the Nobel Peace Prize.
"No fucking way." I mouthed to Chloe who was equally as surprised.
"This is a special request for a good friend of mine who's marrying a very special lady in a couple of days. Can we please get Beca and her maid of honor, Chloe up here?" The ginger squealed like a pig as she popped up from her seat and dragged me across the dance floor to the raised platform. Now within earshot of the talented musician, David continued. "Just so you know, I don't normally do this but I've heard you ladies can sing and Jesse and I go way back. So here you go."
Before I had time to protest we were handed microphones as Titanium began to play. Watching the master himself work his equipment was a real treat as lasers shot from every direction.
It was deja vu as we sang our favorite song for a large crowd just like that time in the communal showers while our friends gathered in front and watched us perform. As we belted out the lyrics, Chloe and I faced each other and then the crowd who waved multi colored glow sticks while jumping to the beat. We couldn't believe we were performing with the legend himself and sounded amazing as confetti fell from above. As the song ended the applause was deafening as we graciously took our bows. Handing the mics back, we thanked David then were assisted offstage where our men pulled us into their arms and kissed us passionately. It would become one of my all time favorite memories as Jesse continued to surprise me.
"You're absolutely amazing." He gushed, holding me tighter in his arms. "I'm the luckiest man alive."
"No...we're lucky to have found each other."
Nodding with agreement Jesse pressed his lips to mine and nearly took my breath away. "I love you so much, baby."
Jesse's declaration of love nearly brought me to tears because I felt the same. Our love was bulletproof...
Stay tuned for Part 2...
A/N: Welcome to the third part of this trilogy. After receiving several requests to write a bridal shower/bachelorette party I hope I didn't disappoint since it was never part of the third book. Please read & review and let me know your thoughts.