14. Alyssa

He kept us out on the water until dark. The others had a blast, but I was well aware that he did that shit, so I couldn't run away. He plied me with enough champagne that I couldn't even remember my name, and when I woke up in the morning, my room was already filled with his people that he'd sent to harass me.

He'd hired stylists and makeup artists not only for me but the other women as well. The rest of my family that had been invited arrived late last night and early this morning, and none of them knew about the change in groom because it was none of their business.

By the time I put on the wedding dress that he'd had delivered at the last minute, I was asking myself why the hell I had to be crazy even in this instance. I was nervous, but not for the reasons you would think. I was terrified that he might change his mind. That should've been my first clue that I was getting in over my head.

I had none of these feelings leading up to the wedding I was planning with Denny. If he showed fine, if he didn't, there was a party already paid for. That has been my thinking all along. So why did I have butterflies in my stomach and weak knees?

I wanted to remain carefree and unbothered, and I did a good job pretending, but I don't think anyone believed me. My brothers asked me one last time if I was sure and took my nod of ascent as my final answer.

The dress fit like it had been made for me, and the seamstress he sent didn't need to make any alterations. I must've stared at my image for a good ten minutes, almost in a trance. I looked exactly the way I always dreamt of on my wedding day.

The only problem was I could never find this exact dress. I'm still not sure how he knew, but it was too late to worry about that now. The pearl and diamond necklace and earring set he sent was worth more than I will ever make in a lifetime I'm sure. And the matching tiara was just the added dazzle my southern belle heart desired. I looked and felt like the princess I am.

It was then I realized I didn't have a ring for him. I'd returned the one I was going to use for Denny and had left the engagement ring Denny gave me at home in a drawer. I was about to panic before I remembered where we were. What self-respecting wedding resort wouldn't have something I could use in a clutch?

I ran down to the boutique five minutes after opening in my dress and house slippers, and took about ten minutes to find something. I had to guess at the size, but since it wasn't going to be his forever ring, I wasn't too stressed.

He had a shit ton of flowers delivered to the room, along with more champagne and chocolates. Everyone else was buzzing around, filled with excitement while I was trying to remember how to breathe. I was waiting for someone to tell me this was bonkers, to talk some sense into me, but none of them did. I guess he'd won them over on his little boat ride the day before.

Even on my walk to the beach where the ceremony was being held, I kept expecting something to happen, but I made it there with no mishaps. There were cameras going off with each step I took, and I knew it was more than the photographer I'd hired with the wedding package.

He looked hot as hell in a tux as he waited for me on the beach where our vows were being held. He'd taken care of the license, as he said, and everything went as smoothly as possible for something that had only been in the works so last minute.

What I wasn't expecting was his family to be there. I knew who they were when I walked down the aisle and saw them sitting on what was supposed to be the groom's side, and for some reason, that made the whole thing more real.

Like he'd told his mother and father and grandparents, even his siblings were there. No one was frowning or seemed upset, which I guess is a good sign. I don't remember saying my vows or hearing his, but I do recall him slipping that boulder on my finger.

I'm human, a female one at that, so I would be lying if I didn't say that I couldn't wait to show it off. It was a dazzling emerald cut with two baguette diamonds on the side which I would estimate to be at least ten carats. I'm gonna have to get my whole ass insured to walk around with this thing.

The kiss, shit, forget the ring. Who the hell kisses someone like that in front of other people? He fooled me at first by teasing my lips with a soft touch, then that fool wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in close, and those lips were no longer teasing.

I don't think I breathed once, not even when he lifted his head and smirked down at me. "I bet you can't do that again." Only the officiant heard my dare, and I'm sure the poor man wished he could be anywhere but here when my new husband took the challenge and tried to swallow my face.

"For heaven's sake, Garrett, unhand that young lady at once."

"No dice, grandma." He smiled against my lips as he answered her. When he lifted his head, I realized why he had such a tight grip on my waist; I couldn't feel my feet.

It took a while for the haze to clear, and once it did, I found myself surrounded. He introduced me to his family, who all seemed nice, but what would I know? I couldn't hold a thought in my head, and I think the bastard knew.

He kept touching me. If his hand wasn't around my waist, his fingers were gripping my nape lightly, or his hand was hanging off my hip, resting in the small of my back, or right on top of my ass. He had all the damn moves.

He was attentive, sweet, and just a damn handful altogether. Every time I gave him a warning look, he'd just laugh and move around the room like I was playing. He knew what he was doing and probably everyone else in the damn room because my satin bra was not enough to hide the pinpoints of my nipples that stayed hard since that damn kiss.

He could have no idea, but I was planning his takedown the whole night. All while his parents and two sets of grandparents were playing getting to know you, I was plotting how to bring their son and grandson to his knees. Bastard!

Only my family recognized the signs and tried to head me off, but it was too late. "Okay, what did he do?" My brothers cornered me under the guise of toasting me in between picture taking. "He challenged me at the altar."

"How? We didn't see that."

"Never you mind, Brian, this is a fight for a woman." The three of them looked at each other as if trying to understand what the hell I was talking about like I was going to spell it out for them. And then it was time for the first dance. All of Me came piping through the speakers. I know for damn sure that was not the song I had chosen.

"Why do you have such a murderous aura, my love?"

"Don't try to get on my good side."

"Only you would think me telling you that you have a murderous aura is trying to get on your good side." See, he's laughing at me again.

Fine, you wanna play, buddy? In a room with your grandparents and mine? It's on. I lowered my lashes over my eyes until they were nothing more than slits, bit into my lip, then moved my hips in closer to his and put my hand on his neck.

As soon as his dick got hard, I started to pull away. "Oops, this is not appropriate."

"Don't you dare move, or I'll kiss you again right here and walk away. Let's see who'll be crawling across the floor then."

"Hmm, looks like we're at an impasse here." I waved the tip of my tongue at him, and his jaw grew tight.

"You are going to regret teasing me like this. Don't forget, your family will be here one more day. How will you explain the fact that you can't walk the day after your wedding?"

"Bring it! Fucking…. Bring … It." He smiled that smile that makes my insides quiver. Oh shit! He tricked me.

"Go away, I'm not talking to you. Go over there." I've been running from his ass all night. I don't know what plans he has, but I know mine are nowhere near close. This man has made it his mission to keep me in a state of perpetual heat. When he wasn't touching me, he was whispering nasty shit in my ear.

Look at him, watch, "What do you want, Garrett?"

"You mean right now, or…"

"Whatever, what do you want?"

"I want to tie you down and fuck the shit out of you. Then roll you over, put you on your hands and knees, and do it all over again."

"With all that talk, you better be packing."

"You felt it on the dancefloor more than once; you know what I'm packing."

I scoffed at his dick even though my face was giving me away as red as it was. He ain't never lie. I already have a new nickname for him: Horse. "Just so you know, if we get back to the room and you have a sock stuffed down there, I'ma tell the whole world."

"We're not going back to your room where your mother sleeps next door; too much noise. I don't want the federales breaking down my door thinking you're being murdered."

"Braggart. Just because you've got a big dick doesn't mean you know how to use it." He licked my ear, and I came. "Fuck you, Garrett." He laughed and walked away.

If I thought I was nervous before, it was nothing compared to how I felt when the party was winding down. That big dick bastard was schmoozing with people I didn't even know, and I was still fielding questions from family and friends who didn't know about the Denny situation.

To understand this, you'd first have to understand the kind of person I am. I don't overshare; in fact, I barely share, and anyone in my inner circle, i.e., my brothers and their wives, who share more than I want them to, will be instantly eliminated from the sect.

I don't believe in keeping my enemies closer; I don't want those fucks anywhere near me. Some people were offended because they thought they were close enough to have been let in on the scoop. They came all the way to Mexico to find out that they were not.

Garrett, the peacemaker, lied his ass off, telling these people that it was because of who he was that we had kept it secret. Bitch, I didn't even know you when I planned this. He seemed to realize when I was at my breaking point and was getting ready to blast Aunt somebody or the other and stepped in with his white teeth on full frontal; in short, he didn't stay out of my shit all night.

Come to find out, my nosy-ass brothers warned him that I was on my sixth or seventh glass of the bubbly and things could go south real fast when that happened, so he was on paw patrol. So that's why he's been sniffing around me all damn evening.

I clung to Mom when it was her time to leave, and she tried giving me the talk. This lady asked me if I was wearing decent underwear; that's when I knew she was drunk off her ass too. I told Bri to keep an eye on her because she was getting real close to her ex-husband. I didn't want her to have any regrets the next day.

His answer is she's an adult. I couldn't worry about her for too long because the bane of my existence was circling like a school of sharks that smelled blood in the water. He damn near rushed his family out of there and then walked me to the waiting car.

I took one last look back at the resort and sobered up just a bit when the reality of what I had done hit me. The bastard popped another bottle of champagne on the drive to his place and then had to carry me. Well, he didn't, but shit, I didn't feel like walking another step. It's best he knows what he'd gotten himself into.

He pretended to stumble, and I smacked him. "I'm not heavy."

"I never said you were. Now behave so I can undress you." I looked around and noticed that we had reached the bedroom already. When did that happen?

Now, drunk me is just a tad bit worse than regular me. She has a mouth on her and knows no fear. This bitch was on some, "Okay, bad boy, let me see what you got." He took his sweet time getting me out of my dress and my petticoat and left me standing there in my thigh highs, garter belt, and bra. I didn't mention the panties because I was wearing a slingshot over my crotch.

He whistled and I turned to show him what he got. "You like? You like? You buy?" Shut up, Alyssa, you're making an ass of yourself. Hey, I get mouthy when I'm nervous.

"More than like." His voice was right in my ear, and his hands were on my tummy.

He pulled me back into him, and I felt his erection press into my ass. I did a little shake to liven things up, and he hissed. That was my cue to turn and start on his buttons. He got to sniffing my neck and running his nose along my skin, which made me shiver.

I had a time of it getting him out of his shirt, jacket, and tie; then I started drooling over his chest. I hadn't noticed the night we went swimming, but he's cut. "Don't stop there."

"Don't tell me what to do. You're not the boss of me."

"Fuck this shit!" That's all I heard before I went airborne. He tackled me amidst peals of laughter, and I ended up on the bed beneath him. His hand was between my thighs, cupping my heat, but it was the look in his eyes that sobered me up some.

When he pressed his fingers against me, I lifted up from the bed to keep them there. He kept his eyes on mine even when they became blurry as he teased me with those fingers. I can handle this; this is child's play.

Then he tore the slingshot and exposed me to the cool air and that was a game changer. Before I could protest, he had my legs spread and was looking down at me. Who does that shit?

"Pink bubblegum. Yum!"

My eyes flew open wide when he just went to work with his mouth and tongue. He didn't even give me a chance to catch my breath or even ask if I liked it; he didn't care. And truth be told, neither did I.

I didn't have to guide him. He knew where to touch, where to suck, where to lick, the bastard knew it all. Because I'd been waxed just this morning, everything was more intense, and I was embarrassingly wet by the time he opened me with his fingers for his tongue to go searching.

I started having some kind of fit. I felt it coming on but didn't know what the hell it was. My eyes rolled back in my head and my legs kept jumping while my body was one big ball of nerves. My screams sounded like a whale; at least, I think that's what a whale sounds like, or was it a donkey?

I couldn't stop moving, and I was almost certain I was smothering him with my hand on his head, but I couldn't stop myself because something huge was building inside me, and if he stopped now, I'd kill him dead.

That sneaky bastard. I should've known he had an agenda. While I was in the throes of coital bliss, he somehow lost his pants and shorts, and the next thing I knew, he was trying to fit the end of a baseball bat in my snatch.

It's only when he pushed in that I realized it was flesh and not wood. "Son of a bitch, what is that thing?" He just grinned and eased more of the monster in me. This is why he has to go around snatching up jilted brides because nobody in their right mind is going to marry his ass.

"Listen, I already have a gynecologist. I don't know what you plan on doing in there, but get out." He laughed and eased even more of his one-eyed snake in my poor cooter. Look, Denny's the only guy I've ever been with, and he's about four inches hard, okay. I didn't care because sex is not that high on my list of things to do with my day. "That can't fit in there." He snorted again and ordered me to shut up.

"You've got to stop. This is serious business."

"You bet your ass; ain't enough money in the world. My body came equipped with all the necessary orifices, so there is no need to make a new one." What the fuck?