A Very Dirty Wedding (30 page)

CHAPTER TWELVE

CAULTER

"Why is my bag packed?" Kate asks, looking at the overnight bag on the bed.  "I unpacked that when I got back."

"Because I'm taking you somewhere tonight," I tell her.

"Trying to make up for the Celtics game fiasco?" she asks.

"Is it a
fiasco
now?" I tease.  "Ella's all over it.  Her PR rep is going to issue a statement, and Joe has already publicly announced that he hooked up with the two girls."

Kate cocks her head to the side, looking at me.  "Did he?" she asks.  “Sloppy seconds with one of your exes?”

I laugh.  "He did.  Joe is more than happy to have that be public knowledge,” I say.  “And I warned Joe she was nuts.  And I was never with her.  She was barely a hookup, before I came to Brighton.  And not even for that long.”

I leave out the part about where Psycho Chick has apparently been obsessed with me for years.  Kate doesn’t need to know about that bullshit right before the wedding.

"I bet Joe loves that," she says, rolling her eyes.  "Will it get people off our back before the wedding?  You don't think we'll have an issue with paparazzi, do you?"

"No," I reassure her, although that's a complete and total lie.  I think of every one of my mother's weddings -- hell, the security at the Senator and Ella's wedding was tight as fuck and I'm still pretty sure there were a couple of photographers there -- and make a mental note to see if Ella can make a deal with one or two of them that she trusts, to stave off anyone else.

Before this little threesome thing, it's not like Kate and my marriage was any big deal.  Certainly not
flooded by paparazzi
big deal.  But now that they've been reminded that we exist -- and that Ella will be there -- I expect it will be an issue.

"Don't we have anywhere to be tonight?" Kate asks.

"The rehearsal dinner is tomorrow night," I tell her.  "Tonight, you're mine."

"Property of Caulter Sterling?" she asks.  "That's an antiquated as hell notion."

I pull her against me roughly, gripping the flesh of her ass, and she lets out a low moan under her breath.  "You're mine, Princess," I say, my lips close to her ear.  "Every last inch of you is mine."

"I’m marrying a caveman,” she whispers.  She tilts her head to the side, giving me access to her neck, shivers as I apply my lips to the side, dragging my teeth against her skin the way she likes.

"Absolutely," I say, tracing my finger down her neck to her shoulder.  She's wearing a long-sleeved blowy top and I pull it over her head without asking.

"Aren't we going somewhere?"

"After a slight detour," I say, sliding her bra straps over her shoulders and dropping it to the floor.

"Just a slight one?" she asks.  "That's disappointing."

I turn her around, tracing my fingertips across her back, across the dimples on her lower back, and pull her pants down over her ass.

No panties.

I bring my palm down on the flesh of her bare ass cheek.  “Don’t give me lip, wife, or I’ll have to punish you,” I say.

“
Fiancé
,” she says, smartly.  “Not
wife
yet.”

"My pregnant
fiancé
is walking around with no panties," I growl.

Kate leans forward with her palms on the bed, and looks over her shoulder.  She gives me an impish look that, combined with the fact that her pants are around her knees, is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.  "I know how opposed you are to panties."

"I haven't burned any of your panties recently," I say, smacking her ass again.  I rub my palm over her cheek, before slipping my fingers between her legs.  Her pussy is slick, and she arches her back when she feels my touch.

"Only because I'm pregnant," she says, her voice husky.

"If you'd like, we can have a bonfire," I say, pressing against her entrance.  "It's cold outside, so it's the perfect time of year for one."

"Not unless you want me to roast your chestnuts over the fire," Kate threatens.

I pull my fingers away and slap her ass hard for her comment.  "I'd rather you put them in that smart little mouth of yours."

"If you're good, that can be arranged."

"Oh, I'm very good, Princess," I say.  "Kneel over me and put your pussy on my face, and I'll show you just how good I am."

"Just like in my bedroom that summer," she says softly, as she does exactly what I tell her to do.  My cock jumps at the memory of it…

She moans softly.  She’s trying to be quiet, even though I know she’s aching to scream out.  She’s ever-so- conscious of the guests downstairs, the crowd of people gathered to celebrate our parents’ engagement.  The fact that we’re so close to being caught makes me fucking hard, and I eat her pussy like it’s my last meal, flicking my tongue over her clit, thrusting it inside her.  Teasing her.

Kate starts to let go, becoming less inhibited as I continue.  She rides my face, her hands threaded in my hair.  When I look up to see her stroking her breasts, tweaking her nipples between her fingers, her head tossed back and her eyes closed, it nearly makes me shoot my load right there.

I want to push her over the edge.  I want her to scream my name, to lose her ability to care that anyone could catch us.  I pull her against me, my fingers spreading her cheeks to press my finger against her asshole.  She makes a little yelping sound, and then pushes against me.

She likes it.

I pull her harder against me, laughing as I hear her whimper, attempting to keep quiet.  If anyone heard us…

Shit, if anyone were to walk in and see Katherine Harrison, buck naked, tits bouncing in the air as she rides her stepbrother’s face like he’s a fucking horse…

Well, let’s just say that would be a scandal.

“Are you daydreaming?” Kate asks.  “Thinking about a threesome with those girls from the game?”

I slap her ass again for her comment.  “I was thinking about our parents’ engagement party.”

“That gets you hot?”  She asks, smirking.

“Thinking of you riding my face the way you did makes me hot,” I say.  “Kneel down and sit on my face right now.”

I lie down, and she does just that, kneeling over my face, looking down at me over her pregnant belly as she puts her palms against the side of the bed for support.  “Aren’t you afraid I’m going to smother you?”

“Stop talking and put your pussy on my face.”

I don’t even wait for her to do it.  I grip her rear, pulling her down to me and burying my face between her legs.  Taking her
clit in my mouth, I let out a satisfied moan when she whimpers.  "Fuck, I missed this last night," I say.  "You're so wet for me."

"That's what you get for flirting with two girls at the Celtics game," Kate says, her voice teasing.  "No pussy."

“I have some making up to do,” I say, gripping her thighs as I fucking devour her.  My tongue explores her, probing her entrance, stroking her clit over and over until she starts to moan louder.  Before long, she’s moving erratically, pressing her pussy against my face as she rides me, bracing herself against the bed for support.

Looking up, I watch her cup her breasts, pulling at her nipples just the way she did that first time.

My future wife is just as sexy as she was then.

She’s completely swept up in the sensations, oblivious to me reaching for one of the toys I discovered earlier on the bed.  She doesn’t even hear me flick open the lube with my free hand, managing to coat the butt plug before pressing it against her tight little asshole.

“Fuck, Caulter!” she gasps, her eyes opening widely as I press the plug against her, working it into her slowly.

Her pussy is so slick and sweet, her lips so swollen from arousal, that when she bucks up, pulling away from my mouth for a moment, her wetness drips onto me.  She lets out a groan under her breath, animalistic in its intensity, as I push the plug fully inside her, the base of the toy flush with her cheeks.

“Shit, Caulter,” she moans.  She doesn’t hover over my face for long before she returns to me, taking her pleasure from my tongue while I fuck her ass with the plug.

Her moans, louder and louder, tell me she’s close.

But I'm not going to let her come this way.

I lift her off my face, and the look she gives me – desperate, frustrated, and pained – lets me know I stopped her just before she climaxed.

"On your hands and knees, Princess," I order, my voice unyielding.

"I thought you were making last night up to me," she teases.  But she does exactly what I told her to do, crawling off of me and positioning herself on her hands and knees, her ass toward me, the plug lodged firmly inside her.

That's a view I'll never get sick of seeing.

"Oh, I'm going to make it up to you," I tell her.  I reach up to the nape of her neck for a handful of hair, my hand lightly moving down the length of it until I reach the end, and wrapping it around my palm.  I pull it -- not too hard, even though she tells me not to be gentle with her -- and she lets out a yelp.  For a second, I loosen it, but then she encourages me with a low "yes" under her breath.

"What's your make-up plan?" she asks, her voice breathy.  She reaches between her legs to touch her clit, her fingers moving in quick circles.

"Hands on the ground," I tell her.  "You can touch yourself when I say you can touch yourself."

"You're still so damn bossy and full of yourself.”

I slowly pull the plug from her ass, and she whimpers.

“I liked that,” she whispers.

“Bossy and full of myself?” I ask, rolling a condom onto my length and coating my length with lubricant.  I press the head of my cock against her tight asshole, listening to her grunt her approval as I start to enter her.  “Soon you’re going to be full of me.”

“You’re such a dick,” Kate says, laughing.

I ignore her response, too consumed by working my way inside her.  “Put your fingers in your pussy,” I tell her.  “Fuck yourself with your fingers.  Don’t touch your clit.”

She’s silent as she reaches between her legs, and I can’t see what she’s doing.  She’s tight, so tight, and I’m distracted until I’m inside her completely, filling her to the hilt, my balls pressing against her ass cheeks.

Her hand brushes against my balls as she fucks herself with her fingers, moaning encouragement to me.  “Yes, baby,” she groans.  “Just like that.”

I rock gently inside her, taking my time to stretch her, before my strokes grow longer, all the while talking to her.  “Are you nice and wet, Princess?”

“Yes,” she gasps, her muscles tightening around my cock.  “More.  Please.”

Gripping her hips, I fuck her harder now, as she demands
more
, over and over.  “Is that what you wanted?” I ask.  “You wanted me to make-up with you, bent over and on your knees?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Take your fingers out of your pussy, Kate,” I demand.  “Take your wet fingers out of your pussy and touch your tits.”

I watch her hand move to her tits, and she moans.  "How much do you wish it was my hands on your breasts, Kate?"

"I want it to be your hands touching them, Caulter, your tongue on my nipples."

Hearing her talk about my tongue on her nipples while my cock is inside her ass nearly sends me over the edge right now.  "Touch your clit, Kate," I order.  "Rub it."

I try to maintain control, think about holding back, not thrusting inside her the way that I want to, fucking her deep and hard.  I have to close my eyes and take in a deep breath, reminding myself that she's pregnant.

My pregnant wife.  Soon to be wife.  God, that is fucking sexy.  She doesn't know how hot it is.

"Oh God, Caulter," she moans, and her voice jerks me out of my head.  "I'm so close."

"Tell me what would make you come, Kate?" I ask, even though I already know what would push her over the edge.  I pause, making her wait.

“Fuck me, Caulter,” she says, her hand moving furiously.  “I want to feel you deep inside me.”

“Put your fingers inside your pussy,” I say, my voice tight.  I’m barely able to keep from coming in her right now.  “Fuck yourself until you come on your fingers.  I want to hear you scream.”

She comes, quicker than I expected, nearly immediately after I tell her what to do.  She yells my name, as I drive into her, pulling her tightly against me and thrusting into her over and over as I erupt.

I definitely don’t think we’re going to make it to the hotel suite.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Kate

"How else can I make it up to you?" Caulter asks, his arms around me in the bathtub.  The warm water envelops me, and I sit with my head back against his chest, my eyes closed as he washes me.  His movements are gentle, slow, his hands caressing my body. 

“What were you making up for again?” I ask, as he pours water slowly over my hair, and then gently begins to wash it.

I never knew having my hair washed could be so damn hot, before Caulter.

“Oh, in that case, if it’s already forgotten, then we should definitely not continue this conversation.”

“If
making up
means more of doing what we did earlier, then I haven’t forgiven you at all,” I say.

“Oh, really?” Caulter asks as he massages my head.  “I should beg your forgiveness a little more."

"Mhmm," I murmur, relaxing against him, so much that I almost fall asleep.

I wake up when Caulter asks if I'm hungry.  "We missed dinner," he whispers.

I know he means actual food, but all I can think about is his cock in my mouth.  "I want something in my mouth," I say.

His dick twitches against me, and I feel a rush of arousal at the fact that he's so instantly turned on by me.

What was I thinking before, actually considering that Caulter would hook up with that stupid blonde from the game?

Caulter seems to read my mind.  "I think you're sexier now, you know," he says.  "Than before."

"You didn't think I was sexy before?"

His mouth on my neck, he pulls my earlobe between his teeth in response.  "We both know I thought you were sexy as fuck before you're pregnant.  But you're hotter now."

"We're not going to make it to the hotel if you keep touching me like that," I say.

"Let's not make it to the hotel."

"How are we going to entertain ourselves here?" I ask.

Ten minutes later, I'm propped up at an angle on the bed against a mountain of pillows, watching as Caulter pulls out the toys from the bachelorette party.  "This is a lot of entertainment," he says.

I watch as he picks up a pair of handcuffs and dangles them from his finger.  "These are very entertaining."

"I bought them to cuff you," I say.

"I think you're lying," Caulter says.

I'm definitely lying.  I bought them because I wanted him to have his way with me.

"I'm lying," I say.  "I want you to use them on me."

Caulter cuffs me to the headboard and surveys me hungrily.  I'm completely restrained, totally at his mercy.

And it makes me wet.

"You said you were hungry, Kate," he says.

"Mmm-hmm."  I test the restraints, struggling against them, and the struggle itself turns me on.

He moves closer to me, his hard cock close to my lips, and looks down at me.  "Is this what you want?"

"Oh God."  The words escape my lips as a moan, and I open my mouth, waiting for him.

But he teases me.  He touches my lips with the head of his cock, but no more.  When I lick my lips, I feel his pre-cum, salty on my tongue.  "Satisfied?" he asks.

He looks down at me with a smug smile.

"No," I say.  "I want you to fuck my mouth.  I want to suck you dry."

"Shit, Kate," he growls.  "Open your mouth."

This time, he gives me more, and I greedily suck him.  He thrusts his cock in my mouth, his movements short, even though I want more.  The restraints around my wrists leave me totally vulnerable, and I love feeling this way with him.  I moan when he gives me more, sucking him harder to encourage him.

"Kate, your mouth is so warm," he says, his voice gravelly.  "What you're doing to me right now is insane."

I groan, squeezing my legs together.  My pussy is throbbing, begging to be touched.  I let out a whine and Caulter pulls his cock from my mouth, his hand under my chin.  "Shit.  Was that too much?  Are you okay?"

"No," I say.  "I want you to keep going."

He looks at me for a minute, like he's trying to evaluate whether I'm telling the truth, then reaches behind him, between my legs to feel my wetness.  "You do like it," he says.

"Put your cock back in my mouth and fuck me," I whisper.

"You are a very naughty girl, Katherine Harrison," he says, his hands gripping my hair and pulling my face toward his cock again.

My mouth opens willingly and this time, he fucks me, his movements no longer short and shallow.  He's careful not to go too deep, careful not to choke me, and I want to tell him to stop being careful, but I can't.

Instead, I surrender to him as he uses my mouth the way he wants to use it.  He pulls my hair as he fucks me harder, his groans louder and louder the closer he gets to climax.  And when he comes, his hot seed flooding my mouth, I swallow every last drop.

Afterward, he runs his finger across my lips.  "Those lips of yours," he says.  I moan as he lowers his head to my breasts, leaving kisses across them before he focuses on my nipples, teasing me with his tongue.

When he's satisfied with my moans, he looks up.  "We need to get you out of those handcuffs," he says.

"Yes, please," I tell him as he slips his fingers between my legs.  I sigh heavily at the sensation, the sweet release from the agony of being teased.  "My arms are starting to get a little uncomfortable.  Where is the key, anyway?"

Caulter looks at me.  "Uh…"

His fingers stop moving.  "Wait -- don't stop," I beg.

"I don't have the key, Kate," he says, slipping his fingers from between my legs.

"It's in the package the handcuffs were in," I say, watching him search the packaging.

"Not here," he says, looking up at me.  "Shit."

Talk about a ladyboner killer.

"It probably fell on the floor or something," I say, acutely aware of the emptiness between my legs.

"Nope," Caulter says.  "Let me find a paperclip or something."

I sigh heavily, collapsing against the headboard.  Losing the handcuff key is definitely a buzz kill.

Caulter returns, paperclip in hand.  "I found it in the desk."

"Have you done this before?"  I ask.

He cocks his head to the side, looking down at me.  "Hello," he says.  "Have you met me?  I was a total juvenile delinquent.  I've picked a handcuff key before."

He jiggles the paperclip in the locking mechanism, but it doesn't spring open the way I expect.  Several minutes of struggling and cursing under his breath later, Caulter shows me a shard of the paperclip.

"It broke off in the lock," he says.  "It's stuck."

"It's stuck?" I squeal.  "I thought you did this before!"

"I have!  Apparently the sex toy company sells handcuffs that are harder to get out of than police cuffs."

"What are we going to do?" I ask, racking my brain to remember whether the gardener keeps tools in the shed out back.  Hacksaws cut through metal, right?

Caulter is scrolling through his phone, distracted by the screen.

"You better not be posting this on social media," I say.

"I'm finding a locksmith."

"To come out here and get these off me?"  I squeak.  "You can't!"

"Would you rather I called your father down here and asked him for help?"  He pauses for a beat, silence my only response.  "That's what I thought."

"I can't believe I'm handcuffed to the bed," I say.

And left high and dry with no orgasm, to boot.

Caulter has the phone to his ear already.  "Do you need anything?" he asks. "Water?  Food?"

"A key," I yell as he walks down the hallway.

When he returns, he holds up the phone.  "Locksmith is on the way," he says.  "Trapped pregnant woman qualified as an emergency.  He'll be here in thirty minutes.  Now I just have to figure out what to do with you for thirty minutes."

"Make up for trapping me in this bed?" I ask.

"That I can certainly do," he says, sinking between my legs.