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  “What?” he shrugs, his eyes sparkling. “It was a long flight and you’re looking hot, as always, especially when you get all worked up like you are.”

  “I’ll show you worked up,” I grin. With a quick glance around the parking lot, I slide further across and straddle his lower thighs. I hitch up my skirt, glad I’d chosen to wear it instead of my jeans since I know he likes it so much.

  “What are you doing?” he mutters, his eyes narrowing as I lower his zip and reach inside for his cock. He lets out a groan, shifting in his seat as I curl my fingers around him. I hold him beneath me and guide him inside my wetness, grinding myself against his length.

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” I tease. He closes his eyes and groans as my warm pussy envelops him completely.

  “God, Darcy. You feel so fucking good. No panties today?“

  “Thought you’d like that,” I say with a smirk. I know what my man likes and I’m more than happy to give it to him. He grabs my hips and yanks me down hard onto his length, thrusting harder inside me. “Oh, fuck… so deep,” I gasp, biting my lip.

  I lean forward and kiss him, my fingers stroking his hair as his cock fills me, over and over. I moan, the sensation of him entering me repeatedly, almost too much to handle. Outside, I see people moving around in the distance, but I convince myself they can’t see anything through the dark tinted windows. Making love in a public place and the risk of getting caught only heightens the excitement I feel.

  “Kiss me, Darcy,” he growls, and I willingly obey. He presses his lips hard against mine, our tongues hungrily exploring each other’s mouths. I can sense his orgasm building and I clench my thighs, locking him into me. I want to feel every inch of him when he comes inside me. I’m so close, too, his hard cock filling me completely, stroking the walls of my pussy with every thrust and grind until he breaks the kiss, panting.

  “Holy fuck,” he hisses, his body jerking as he comes. “Darcy, oh, fuck… fuck… oh, God!” he yells as he wraps his arms tightly around me, holding me so tight.

  Feeling him climax hard against me is so incredibly hot and takes me over the edge in an instant. I gasp as he strokes my back, then grabs my ass with both of his strong, manly hands, pulling me hard onto his still erect cock and rocks me back and forth. My clit rubs the top of his erection with every movement and I can’t help myself as I scream out my orgasm, my legs trembling and my pussy spasming around him as I come. Gasping and breathless, we kiss passionately, and he hugs me tighter. My body feels limp, boneless, wasted. I needed that so much. Not just the amazing sex, but the overwhelming feeling of closeness to the man I love with all my heart. I look at him and smile as I feel his jizz seeping out of me. He looks me in the eyes while he strokes my hair and my face.

  Grinning back at me, he simply says, “I knew I was going to love Hawaii.” It makes me laugh so hard and before I can do anything about it, the rest of his release slips out of me between us.

  He looks down, then back up to me, smiling. “Hmm, as amazing as that was, sweetheart, we don’t seem to have thought this through. What are we going to do now? I can’t drive back to the hotel with you riding my dick.”

  I burst out laughing again, expelling even more of his come. Jeez, how much more of this stuff is there inside me, I wonder? “Don’t worry, Lennon. Your girl came prepared,” and I lean across to grab my purse. I fumble inside for Kleenex, pull a handful of tissues out. and start the cleanup. Lennon zips himself back up on the passenger side, but as I lower the steamed-up window on my side to throw them out, Lennon stops me in my tracks.

  “You’re not going to throw those out onto the parking lot, are you?” he asks. My hand is outside the car, ready to drop the load, literally, but I turn back to him and see he has a serious look on his face.

  “What? What am I supposed to do with them?” I inquire.

  “Can’t you put them in your purse until we get to the hotel, honey? I don’t want to get a citation for littering up this beautiful island. There’s a ton of cops around here,” he says.

  I look at him for a moment, just to check he’s not suffering from delusion, or sleeping sickness, or… or… something, then I let him have both barrels, in a sweet way, of course.

  “Lennon Anderson. Sweetheart. I love you to the moon and back… but, I have a question for you… are you fucking insane? Or are you just plain crazy? Let me tell you, Mister Man, I am not putting these cum-soaked Kleenex back in my beautiful designer purse. Now, it’s your mess, so either I’m going to drop them out of this window, like right now, or you can take care of it. Okay… honey?” I say, tilting my head and putting on a fake smile.

  Lennon holds up both hands in immediate surrender, realizing his suggestion hasn’t gone down too well. Men. They have no clue what a girl’s purse means to her. How icky would that be carrying jizz around in my bag? Eeww! No, thank you.

  “I’m sorry, ok? I’ll take care of it. Give them to me and I’ll put them in the trashcan over there. I just don’t want to attract any unwanted attention when I only just landed,” he says, grasping with both hands, the tissues I’d carefully wrapped and now offer him, dangling the twisted ends between my thumb and forefinger.

  He goes to grab for the handle to open his door, then all I hear is, “What the hell?” and I look across to see what the problem is. Oops! Too late, he’s realized his rough handling of the delicate package I passed to him has caused some of the contents to escape, and as he tries to grab the door handle, he now has tissues stuck to his fingertips.

  When I see what’s happened, I laugh so hard, tears streaming down my face as he waves his hand around to try and shake it off, but they’re not budging. Better than any glue, I guess, and I double up. I’m laughing so hard, and I can’t stop.

  “Yes, very amusing, I’m sure,” he says with a deadpan expression on his face. “Now, can you stop for a minute and help me?”

  I manage to calm myself down a little, but still have fits of giggles every time I look across at him. “What do you want me to do?” I ask. “I am not taking them back off you.”

  “That’s fine. Can you just get out of the car, please, come around and open my door so I can walk to the trashcan? If it’s not too much trouble, sweetheart?” he says, with his own fake smile.

  I can’t stop grinning as I walk around the truck and open his door. He slides out, and I say, “Don’t be mad, now. It wasn’t my fault.”

  “Yeah, I know. Let me get rid of these and I’ll be right back,” he says, heading across the parking lot.

  I sit back in the driver’s seat and watch every move of his perfect body as he walks. When he gets to the trashcan, I see him shake his hands and expect to see him turn around and come back to the truck, but I laugh out loud again when I see he has tissues stuck to both hands now, and all I see is him violently shaking and rubbing them together to try and get them off.

  Finally, I’m relieved when I see him walking back toward the truck, looking around to check if anyone saw him, as my stomach is starting to hurt from laughing so much.

  “Nice job of not attracting any attention, by the way,” I say, giggling as he buckles up his seatbelt. If looks could kill, I’d be dead, right there and then.

  ***

  At precisely eight o’clock, I leave Lennon’s room and meet Cindy in the bar of the hotel. I still don’t know what she has planned, but I wouldn’t want her to accuse me of being late. Mom and Aunt Silvie are there already, along with Casey, and another cousin I’ve only met once. It’s a small gathering—only six of us. There would’ve been seven, but another cousin, Emily, doesn’t arrive until tomorrow. Some bachelorette party. I glance at Casey and know she’s thinking the same thing. This was partly why I was so against it in the first place. There’s nothing like a party to make you realize just how few friends you have.

  Every chance she gets, Casey reminds me she’s only here because she has to be. I roll my eyes and ignore her, but I’m getting sick of her attitude. I bite my tongu
e to avoid telling her to just do everyone a favor and leave. Mom throws in the odd bad joke to try and lighten the mood, but that just makes things worse. I feel like I’m in elementary school all over again and my mother is standing up to the bullies for me.

  “Come on,” Cindy says, throwing her arms around my neck. She looks cute in her short sparkly silver dress, her blonde hair pulled back into a bun. “Let’s go have some fun. Your last chance to let your hair down before you get married!”

  “Okay, okay,” I say. “Let’s do this.” I smile, because the sooner we get started, the sooner it’ll be over. I’ll play it up and pretend I’m having fun much more than I am, because I know how much effort she’s put into tonight.

  Much to my surprise, I relax pretty quickly and start to enjoy myself once we leave the hotel. The funniest part of the evening is watching my mother and her sister cracking onto a couple of young, hot sailors. I silently click away on my camera. It should be fun sharing these in private with her later.

  “So, are you having fun?” Cindy asks, flopping down next to me.

  “I am,” I admit, and for once I don’t have to lie. “It’s good to get out and just forget about everything for a while.” The last few weeks have been so stressful, what with planning the wedding and finishing up my exams. It feels good to not have to think about any of that stuff for a few hours.

  “So,” she says with a sneaky grin. “Are you wondering what Lennon is up to?”

  I narrow my eyes at her. “You wouldn’t be asking me unless you knew the answer,” I say. She laughs and nods excitedly.

  “Rick has been messaging me updates right through the night,” she admits, her cheeks reddening.

  “Since when are you and Rick so close?” I ask suspiciously. “How do you even have his number?”

  “We exchanged numbers at your engagement party,” she says defensively. “It made sense, him being the best man and me being your maid of honor and all.”

  “Sure, it did,” I tease, nudging her. “Nothing to do with the fact you like him, huh?”

  “No,” she retorts. “I don’t like him. He’s way too much of a player for me.”

  “Cindy, he’s the male version of you,” I chuckle. “If you don’t like him, it’s because you’re too similar.”

  “He is not like me,” she gasps, horrified.

  “Oh, he so is,” I argue. “Put the guy in a skirt and throw some extensions in his hair, and it’s you. It’s okay, Cin. You’re allowed to like him.”

  “But I don’t like him,” she protests with a little too much gusto. That, and the way her cheeks are still glowing, I know I’m right. “Can we please change the subject? Let’s talk about whether we need to intervene on that,” she says, pointing to where Mom and Auntie Silvie have one of the sailors cornered. He glances around, looking for help. I groan and shake my head as I walk over to save him. I think I’m starting to understand why my dad hates my mother drinking.

  ***

  It’s after two when I arrive back at my room. I’m exhausted, but much more alert than I was expecting I’d be. It was a good night and I’m glad I let Cindy plan it. Yawning, I curl up in bed and reach for my phone. I try calling Lennon, even though it’s late, but there’s no answer. I try and hide my disappointment, because I was hoping to hear his voice, but I can see him tomorrow. I quickly tap out a text and press Send. I read the text again, a tiny smile creeping across my face.

  I can’t wait to be your wife.

  Chapter Three

  Lennon

  I open my eyes and curse, closing them just as fast. My head throbs, and no matter what way I position it, I feel like I’m going to hurl. I’m still drunk, I know that much, but what scares me is I have no recollection of the last twelve hours. In fact, I don’t remember much of what happened at all after Darcy picked me up from the airport yesterday. I grin, despite my panic. At least I haven’t lost that memory.

  A few minutes pass, and the pain seems to dull. I’m still hazy, but at least I’m alert enough to move now. I pick up my phone from the nightstand and check my messages, frowning as I scroll through them. I skip past the numerous texts from my mother and smile when I get to Darcy’s.

  Darcy: I can’t wait to be your wife.

  My heart pounds as I type out a reply. This is what it feels like to be in love, and I know I’m such a lucky guy. She’s an amazing woman, and she’s about to become my wife. Laying back on the bed, I sigh, and press Send. Something rubs past my leg which startles me, and when I turn, I see Rick, naked and in the fetal position, clawing at me in his sleep.

  “What the hell, man?” I growl, jumping up.

  I shove him hard, trying to rouse him, but get no response. I kick him a little harder, enough that he stirs and rolls over, but the immediate snoring tells me he has no intention of waking up anytime soon. I guess I can add sharing a bed with him to the list of things I don’t recall happening.

  I swing my legs out of the bed and attempt to stand. I’m still unsteady on my feet as I look around the room. The place is a mess. There’s crap strewn everywhere, and empty bottles of beer line the window. You’d think a group of unruly teenagers came in here and partied all night. But no, it was just me, Rick and Darcy’s dad, Greg. When I feel confident enough to take a few steps, I walk across the floor to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me.

  “I’m never drinking again,” I mutter, rubbing my forehead.

  I turn on the shower, studying my sorry reflection in the mirror as I wait for the water to reach temperature. I look worse than I feel, if that’s even possible, and I’m hoping a hot shower will wake me up. I step in, and the hot water feels invigorating as it gushes out over me. I rub my face, slowly becoming more awake and feeling a little more human, but I still can’t remember much of what happened the night before. I didn’t even want a bachelor party in the first place, but Rick had insisted, and when Rick’s involved, anything’s possible.

  God, I hope I didn’t do anything stupid.

  I towel myself off and walk back over to the bed to get dressed. Rick is still dead to the world, and as I throw a t-shirt over my head, I grab him by the arm and yank him clean out of the bed.

  “What the hell?” he says, disoriented and half asleep. “I was sleeping, dude,” he mumbles as he glances up at me.

  “What the hell happened last night?” I demand.

  He shrugs and climbs back onto the bed, burying his face under the pillow. I grab at the pillow and hurl it across the room, standing there with my arms crossed and glaring at him. Sighing, groaning, he sits up, realizing I’m not going to leave him alone until he answers me.

  “How the fuck would I know what you got up to?” he asks, holding his throbbing head. “I’m not your fucking grandma.”

  “This isn’t a joke, Rick. I don’t remember a thing of the entire night, and that scares me,” I say, my voice low. “You have to remember something. C’mon, man.”

  “I was just as gone as you were,” he says, looking fully awake for the first time during our conversation. “We had a few too many shots and it’s made your head hazy. It was you’re last night of freedom, man. What did you think was going to happen? Besides,” he adds with a smirk, “you’re so completely pussy-whipped, you’d never do anything to rock that boat. You’re stressing over nothing. Trust me.”

  “Yeah, well I hope so,” I mutter, stalking over to the table to grab my wallet and key. I shove them in my pocket and walk over to the door. “Just do me a favor. Find out if I did anything I’m going to regret.”

  “Fine,” he says with a sigh. “I’ll figure it out. Where are you going, anyway?”

  “To get a taxi and pick up my parents,” I say, with gritted teeth. “I would’ve taken the truck that Darcy rented, but someone got me wasted last night, and there’s no way in hell I’m risking driving under the influence.”

  “Oh,” he says, chuckling, “and you thought your day couldn’t get any worse. Oh, and Lennon?”

  “
What?” I ask impatiently.

  “If you really wanna figure out what happened last night, there is someone else in our party you could ask.”

  Shit. Darcy’s dad.

  ***

  I’ve barely got into the taxi when the phone calls start. One after the other. All from my mother, no doubt wanting to know where I am. I glance at my watch and groan. I’m barely five minutes late, for Christ’s sake. You’d think she’d been waiting for hours, the way she’s acting. Maybe I should give her something to bitch about. I’m tempted to have the cab driver circle the island a few times and make her wait even longer, but in the end, I decide it’s not worth the hassle. I’m just going to enjoy this last ten minutes of silence, before I have to put up with her trying to ruin my life.

  My mind wanders back to the previous night—or the little I can remember of it. How did I get so damn drunk? I’d left Darcy at the hotel and gone out with Rick and Greg—just the three of us—and then I woke up this morning.

  Whatever happened between last night and this morning is still a blank slate. I’m desperate to fill it in, but I have no idea where to even start, short of asking Darcy’s dad. Winding down the window, I breathe in the fresh air and sigh. I’ve got enough to think about now without worrying about that.

  We pull into the parking lot of the airport and I grab my phone off the seat as I crawl out. I snort when I check it. Ten missed calls from Mom. I’m not calling her back since I’ll see her the moment I walk through the Arrivals door. It’s not exactly the biggest airport in the world.

  I walk inside and glance around, tensing when I see Dad standing with their bags. Mom is pacing back and forth nearby, while my father stands there, the trolley overloaded with luggage, and a lei hanging around his neck. I shake my head, amazed by the volume of what they’ve brought with them. Jeez, you’d think they were here for a month, instead of just four nights—the shortest amount of time they could get away with without seeming like parents who didn’t care.

  Not that Mom was shy when it came to hiding her feelings from me. She only cared about what everyone else thought of her. She was insistent on being here for as little time as possible, and made it clear to me that she didn’t agree with my decision to marry Darcy. I was used to that, though, because there wasn’t much my mother did agree with about my life choices.