Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 573(@200wpm)___ 459(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“I’m telling you, he’s going to love it.” Cheyenne enthused as she opened the door that led back out into the down room.
“Oh, he’s going to love it. He came running in here ready to go all Hulk on us when we explained that she was just getting her taco waxed.” Ember explained. “He left here with a dreamy look on his face.”
My face flamed. “I wasn’t being that loud!”
They laughed. In fact, they laughed so hard that Payton and Blaine were in tears. “Oh, really? My hoo haa burns. Make it stop. Blow on it. Get it off. Oh my God! Don’t you go near my asshole. Jesus, Mary and Joseph. He doesn’t even look at my asshole. It’s fine. Oh my God! Make it stop. You get that wand near my ass one more time and I’m going to shove it up your nose.” Blaine managed to squeeze out in between laughs.
My face burned even more. “Okay, well it hurt!” I said to the gremlin twins.
“Oh, we know. Don’t worry. We’ve all let Cheyenne talk us into this before. Now I just let the beast grow. God wouldn’t make women grow bushes if they weren’t meant to be there.” Ember said as she licked her fingers free of the salt from the potato chips.
“Okay, here’s your something borrowed. Your something new. Your something old, and your something blue. Go put all this on, and come back out here so we can get you into your dress.” Winter insisted, while placing packages into my hands and ushering me back into the torture chamber.
I did as instructed. Dropping the boxes on the padded bench I’d just been mauled on.
The first box I opened held my something new (I hoped), a simple white pair of silk panties and a strapless bra. They’d done well, because the fit was excellent, cupping my breasts and ass perfectly.
The note I found warmed my heart, as well as other unmentionables.
To keep those places covered until I’m ready for them.-- J
The second box I opened held my something blue. Blue fuzzy socks that were so super soft that I wanted to wrap myself up in them. When I pulled them free, a note tumbled to the floor, which I promptly read.
To keep your feet warm when I’m away.—J.
Slipping the fuzzy beauties onto my feet, I sighed in ecstasy, and went for the third box.
It was my something borrowed. Which made me laugh. I had to read the note first.
These are only for tonight. I’m going to need them back. –J
They were his department issued handcuffs, and his police badge. Oh dear, the possibilities were endless.
The fourth and final box made my heart nearly stop. James had told me about them only twice, each time bringing them up because I’d asked about them. His father’s dog tags. I’d noticed the extra dog tag the day we’d first made love. He hadn’t told me about it though, changing the subject with an ease and swiftness that spoke of skill at evading that particular question.
They’d been the only thing they’d found the day he was killed. That was all I knew though, because he didn’t like talking about it. I knew it was important regardless of whether he spoke about it or not.
I’d learned more from Daina than I had from James and Cheyenne combined.
Apparently, James had been at an impressionable age, just six years old, when his father had died. He still remembered him, but since he was so young, he’d turned his father into a superhero of sorts. A man who was bigger than the world itself. Who was selfless and kind. Who was the king among kings, and I was happy that he had that.
Daina liked to tell stories of how he’d sit for hours staring at his father’s portrait or when he’d tell Cheyenne all the wonderful things about his dad. Although those stories have slowed considerably, his father was still his idol. Someone so important to him that I was honored and blessed that he’d let me wear the dog tags, even for today. There wasn’t a need for a note. I didn’t need him to explain, I already knew the significance of the act.
Slipping the necklace on over my neck, I tucked the tags down in between my cleavage so only the chain was exposed, then exited the room with my something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.
“Holy crap! Your boobs look amazing in that!” Payton declared.
Luckily, Janie had joined the boys, because that would just be incredibly awkward to have to explain what Payton meant when she said my boobs looked amazing.
I rolled my eyes at Payton, and walked towards the women who were now holding the dress up over their heads so they could slip it on over my own.
The dress reminded me more of a princess’s dress. High empire waist that went from very fitted in the bodice to poofy and full in the bottom. The train, just as I’d described it to James, was well over eight feet in length.
Finally, they fit the veil over my head, situating it so I could see. I didn’t want it impeding my eyesight. Not only did I want to see the man I was marrying clearly, but I also didn’t want to fall flat on my face in front of everyone and their brother. Which reminded me.
“Who all is here?” I asked curiously.
Ember answered as she fixed a flyaway hair that had come free from the clip that held it away from my face. She’d gathered it into a clip that resembled a snowflake at the side of my head, and then used bobby pins to keep it in place. In the back, she’d curled my long hair into large loops, and then sprayed so much fucking hair spray on it that a quarter would bounce off it.
Ember laughed. “Well, pretty much everyone. Sebastian, your father, their MC, your ladies from work, all of us, and a few others. So about ninety people or so.”