Blended (Redemption #1) (54 page)

“Thank you. I’ll make some calls regarding flights for those we’d like to attend.”

I can hear her smile on the other side of the line. “How big would you like the wedding to be?”

“I’m not entirely sure. I know that Hads has only a handful of people whom she will be inviting, so I’ll be keeping it small as well. I cannot imagine that there will be more than forty people in total. Inquire about renting out the entire house, please.”

“Of course, dear. I’ll call you back once I am given all of the details that we’ll need.”

Hadley walks out into the living room and settles onto my lap wearing only leggings and a shirt with the words
Good Morning Whiskey
on it while unfolding a blanket. She pulls the cream-colored blanket over herself, and I chuckle to myself.

“Goodbye, Mother.”

“Bye, Waylon.”

I set my phone down and wrap my arms around Rye as she burrows deeper into my hold.

“Good morning, gorgeous.”

She groans and pulls the blanket over her head.

“Breakfast should be here soon. How are you feeling?”

“Awful,” she mumbles. “Was that Lilly?”

“It was. We were discussing a wedding location.”

I watch as she pulls the blanket down, her hair wild as she looks up at me, “And?”

“There was an old house that belonged to my family called the Ardunan House on my mother’s side. It’s in Scotland.”

“Scotland? We’re going to get married in Scotland?”

“If you agree to it and if they are able to accommodate us, then yes, we are.”

“Of course I agree to it, Wade. I’ve always wanted to go to Scotland.”

“Start packing, gorgeous,” I tell her as the doorbell rings throughout the suite. I call out for room service to enter. The waiter delivers our breakfast and disappears within a minute. I watch as Hadley leans forward to grab a croissant from the pastry tray. She tears a piece off and places it in her mouth.

“I’ll need a dress first. I hope that Lola will agree to make it.”

“I’m sure she will. We’ll speak to her on Monday regarding it.”

“Thank you.” She places a kiss on my jaw before eating another piece of croissant. She remains in my lap while we finish breakfast and make our way back into the warmth of the king-sized bed for the remainder of the day.

The next twenty-four days pass effortlessly. Hadley is currently with Lola for her final wedding dress fitting while I’m on the phone with Adriana, confirming all of the stops for our honeymoon once more. We fly out to Scotland in two days. Hadley and I will be spending an evening in Edinburgh before heading just north of Glasgow where the country house is located.

She’s thrilled when she comes down the stairs and bolts into my arms. I tell Adriana that I’ll call her back later and slide my phone into the pocket of my jeans.

“Well?”

“I love it, and I cannot wait for you to see it.”

She’s glowing . . . unquestionably radiant.

“You’re always beautiful, and I look forward to you in it.”

“When did you get so sweet, Waylon Brass?”

“Since I tasted you, baby.”

“Oh, quit it.”

“Not now, not ever.” I run my hand over her piercings, wishing it was my tongue instead. “I have a dinner meeting tonight. You’re welcome to join me.”

“A dinner meeting?” She giggles and smacks my chest. “I don’t think that any man has ever called his bachelor party a dinner meeting before.”

“You have now.” I chuckle when she moves off of my lap, and I stand up, holding my hand to my lower back. I need to cut out some of the physical activity in my life if I plan on walking for the remainder of my life. I may still be breathing and alive, but I’ve been in pain this last week again.

I watch her smile fall off of her face. “Are you all right?”

“I’m great. I need to get going soon, and your girls will be over shortly. I’m sure Isla will have some entertainment for you this evening.”

She shrugs. “I don’t want anyone else but you, Wade. You know that. Plus, I’m sure, with Liam being back in town again, that he’s going to be taking you somewhere where there is plenty of available pussy.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I do.” Her cheeks heat at those two words and I lay my lips on hers before Lola calls down to us. “Wade, you need to go. You’ll ruin her bachelorette party.”

I keep my eyes on my bride. “Think of me, Rye.”

“Always.”

I let go of her, and my entire body already aches to have her near again as I put distance between us. I grab my coat and open the door, but frown when I see Liam, Owen, and a few other guys from college standing next to Adriana, Isla, and my mother.

“What is this?”

Isla pushes past everyone, holding a penis-shaped balloon. “We’re combining parties.”

“We’re what?” I hear Hadley call out and walk up to me, ducking underneath my arm. I look down at her and grin.

“Let us in, Brass,” Isla demands. “We’re doing a joint party since they are both rather small. You two both need to work on your people skills, and I can’t be on the bride and groom’s side at the same time. I might just stand between the two of you at the altar.”

“The fuck you won’t.”

“Get over yourself, brass balls.”

Hadley and I step back and watch them claim our penthouse, placing platters of food out in the living room and removing their coats. My staff comes out to help hang up their things in the hall closet before they vanish again.

“Hadley? You need to come up here to change.”

Both of us look up at Lola at the top of the stairs, holding up a rather sheer set of lingerie.

“Lo!” She yells and takes the stairs two at a time to get to her. I watch them giggle, and they walk back into the master suite together.

Liam walks up to me holding a tumbler filled with amber liquid. “Here’s to you, man.”

“Thank you.”

Music starts throughout the penthouse, and Isla adjusts the lights to dim while Owen starts opening bottles of champagne. “Did you bring the blow-up doll, Owen?” Isla asks, and I freeze in place.

“A blow-up doll. Is that a fucking joke?”

“What did I tell you about letting those brass balls hang, huh? We’re all getting drunk, having fun, and then passing out here. I hope that you and Hads don’t mind sharing a bed with two others.”

“Fuck off.”

Her suggestion brings me back to the many times I’ve been in bed with multiple women, but I shrug it off and take a long drink from my tumbler.

It takes Hadley a while to come down the stairs, and Lola seems to be just as giddy as she is when they join the rest of us in the kitchen, surrounding the island while we inspect the small buffet laid out in front of us.

She’s dressed in white, with deep red lipstick staining her lips. Isla hands her a glass of champagne and she smiles as she accepts the flute. She’s fucking gorgeous and all mine.

“Here’s to the soon-to-be Mr. and Mrs. Waylon Brass,” Isla says, and everyone agrees before raising glasses and taking a drink.

Hadley sets her flute down and looks at everyone around the island. “Are we really not going out?”

“Oh, we’re going out, all right. We just need to get the two of you buzzed before the party starts,” Owen counters and slams back the remainder of the champagne in his glass. Hadley follows him, and I hand her the glass that was poured for me before drinking from my tumbler.

An hour of tequila shots, champagne cocktails, and Scotch later we’ve all piled into the stretch limousine as Jacobs takes us to a nightclub called Underground. When we arrive, I get out before helping Hadley out. There’s a long line wrapping around the building, but I walk up to the bouncer and we’re given entrance without my having to say a word to him.

“We have the VIP area to ourselves, Brass. I used your card,” Isla says as she grabs my bicep and pulls me in what I assume is the direction of the private area. Hadley is moving her body to the music beside me as we walk to the roped-off area, unable to fight the music surging through her.

She moves fluidly, attracting the attention of more than one set of eyes.

“I may enjoy watching that ass move, but I’m not entirely pleased that all of the other men will be able to see you as well.”

“Wade,” she whines and laces her fingers with mine, pulling me toward the dance floor. I stop her to remove my arms from my jacket, and help her out of the coat before I let her lead me to the dance floor. I feel eyes on us as her too-tight dress hugs her in all of the right places.

“Dance with me?” she asks as we step foot onto the dance floor, her body fitting against my front.

I grin and slide my hands down to the small of her back, and start moving my hips against her, fucking her with our clothes on. “I don’t want you with another man. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she teases and pushes her breasts into my chest. “Oh, and I’m thinking about getting another piercing.”

“That was incredibly casual. Where?”

“Where would you like to suck on one?”

I take a deep breath, realizing that she might be serious. “Anywhere, Rye.”

“So . . . my future groom approves?”

“More than you know,” I tell her as we move together as if we are the only ones on the dance floor.

“What about my clitoris?”

I run my right hand down her thigh, grazing her skin with my fingers. “You could do that. I was considering these nipples of yours.”

She glances down and grins, then purses her lips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Whiskey?”

“I would. Now dance with me, gorgeous.”

We spend the next thirty minutes losing ourselves to each other’s sensual, erotic movements.

Isla and Liam have joined us, and I’m surprised with Adriana when she joins the two of them. I’d like to blame it on the alcohol, but I’m unsure as to how true that would be.

“I need a drink,” Hadley says against my ear. I grab her hand and pull her out from the middle of the dance floor, taking her to where Owen and Lola are getting rather affectionate on the couch.

I pour her two fingers of whiskey before pouring my own and take a seat across from the couple. “We didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Lola blushes as Hadley gets comfortable beside me. I stretch my arm behind her, pulling her even closer.

“Shut the fuck up. If you two were left alone up here, you’d already be naked and fucking each other until you passed out.”

I chuckle along with Hadley as she downs the remainder of her tumbler. Jesus. I contemplate remaining sober this evening to watch over her, but Liam pulled me aside before we got into the limousine and told me to let loose because he and Owen were not going to be drinking. They decided to watch over the women instead. I was surprised, but I might take them up on their offer. Hadley watches me as I throw the remainder of my tumbler back and lean in to take her mouth. She audibly moans against my lips, and I’m tempted to take her back to the limousine to fuck her, but I resist the urge to be inside of her for the moment.

“I want you,” she confesses as she straddles my lap, grinding her hips against my cock; she receives the rise out of me that she’s wanted all night. I’m fucking hard beneath her.

“Are you wearing panties?”

Her eyes lock with mine as she shakes her head back and forth. “No.”

“Fuck, baby.” I thrust my hips up to her once again, and she throws her head back as if I’ve hit her exactly where she needs to be touched.

“We’re going to dance,” Owen says, and I watch the two of them walk down the single flight of stairs before moving the hem of her dress up and run the back of my knuckles over her wet, sensitive skin. I can feel her body move with the bass of the music pumping around us as I slide a solitary finger inside of her. Her hips move with the thrusts of my finger. She runs both of her hands into my hair, and I have no doubt that anyone would know exactly what we are doing if they decided to glance up here.

She whimpers against my mouth as I add my thumb and start massaging her swollen clit. I nip her bottom lip before moving lower, kissing down her neck as her body trembles on top of me. She bucks her hips as her sudden orgasm takes over her. Each wave of it seems to intensify as I watch her come apart with my guidance.

I can feel a bead of pre-come leak from the head of my cock while watching her. Once she settles down, I pull my fingers out from inside of her warm channel. Her body sags against mine just as I reach for a drink napkin on the table beside us to clean her with. I gently wipe it against her skin, freeing her of her orgasm before crumpling it up and putting it into my whiskey tumbler.

“Holy shit,” she grumbles against my neck and bites down, surely leaving her merlot lipstick on the white collar of my shirt. I grab her jaw, making her look at me.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you, Rye?”

“Oh God, so much. You’ll need to fuck me before we leave here because I cannot stand your not being seated inside of me.”

“We’ll have all the time we want in Scotland.”

She frowns and wiggles her hips seductively against my erection. “That may be true, but it does not resolve the situation beneath me right now.”

“You’re correct, but we’re about to have company. Behave yourself,” I tell her as Isla, Adriana, and Liam walk up the stairs. Both of the women are still dancing to the thudding music as they reach us.