“Yeah, I know. I’m having it resized. It was my mom’s ring, and when she died, I started wearing it. But then I realized people thought I was engaged. So I’m going to wear it on the other hand once it’s ready.”
“You’re right, I thought you may be engaged the first time we met, but I’ve never heard you mention anyone.”
“Nope, happily single. And to be honest, my job is very demanding. I’m not sure I have time for any sort of relationship.”
“You should hang around this group more. In less than a year and a half, all six of us have hooked up, and now it looks like Ember is next.” Kendall tells her.
Ember blushes and opens her mouth to protest, but then smiles. Mari jumps in and tells us about a guy she has a crush on in one of her classes, but she hasn’t talked to him yet. She prob
ably regrets mentioning it because she has seven buzzed girls telling her what to do to get his attention.
Tracy joins us and has a small gift bag for me. She had some of the items my friends ordered in her stock. All other items will be shipped. I thank her for everything, and Abbi walks her out. We finish eating and go back to the living room with fresh drinks.
Someone rearranged the room and put the armchair in the center with the presents surrounding it. I’m directed to sit there.
“Okay, Rave, we all know about your love of lingerie. We think we have every night of your honeymoon covered, including your wedding night.” Ella tells me when she hands me the first gift.
It’s a beautiful white lace slip with matching thong. The back has a satin ribbon that crisscrosses. The card says it is from Ember, and when I look at her, she is grinning.
The rest of the gifts are equally as sexy and in all different styles and colors. I can almost tell who each gift is from based on the style. When I open a box and see crotchless panties and a lace strapless bra, I know it’s from Charlie. She has no shame in telling me she bought herself a pair too.
When I finish opening all the gifts, Harper brings out two bottles of champagne and serves everyone. At eleven, Declan shows up with Robbie, and we are all trashed dancing around the living room like idiots.
“How the hell did a lingerie shower turn into this?” he asks.
“Well, honey, I wanted to go dancing and since I’m on social lock down, we decided to dance here.” I kiss him briefly.
“I’m thrilled to see you smile. Did you have fun?”
“I got an outfit for every night of our honeymoon including our wedding night.” I whisper. His eyes fill with lust, and he wraps his arms around my waist.
“If you let me take you home, I’ll dance with you. We’ll dance in every position possible with my dick inside you.”
The moisture surges in my panties, and I nod my head against his. He loads the truck with my gifts and I say my goodbyes. When we pull out of the driveway, Declan gives a half wave to the man in the car across the street. Yep, my bodyguard was here all night.
Chapter 45
Photo Shoot
When I get home from school Monday, I go directly to the bathtub. If I can get by without dinner, I may go straight to bed. I haven’t been this tired and sore in my life. Almost every muscle from my neck down got a work out this weekend.
Friday night, Declan didn’t just want to dance naked, he wanted to possess me. He took his time kissing every part of my body. When he reached my thighs, he pinned me down and teased me with his lips, tongue and teeth until I begged. Using his weight to hold my lower body down, he fucked me with his tongue. Since I couldn’t move my lower body, I squirmed and knifed up, begging for mercy after the second orgasm. Then he made love to me slowly telling me how much he loved me.
We slept in on Saturday and relaxed until he went to The Steamroom. I’d been so preoccupied, I forgot Sunday was Valentine’s Day. All my friends had plans, so I watched movies and read until I fell asleep. I didn’t wake up when Declan got home.
Sunday night, I cooked us dinner and dressed in the newest nightie I had. It was another baby doll, flyaway nightie but in hot pink with a matching robe. Needless to say, our dinner was cold by the time he let me eat.
So now I pour my favorite bath beads in the tub with water as hot as I can stand it. I think about the call today from Amber wanting to talk about the photo shoot this coming weekend. The photographer wants to play around with the cover. Until the article is written, the creative team won’t know exactly what they want for the cover of the magazine. I assumed they wanted a picture of the four guys together, but that’s not necessarily the case. They’ve asked that I take some personal and intimate shots with Declan in a closed set. She also tells me the offices are fielding calls again regarding the trash piece last week.
I don’t realize how long I’ve been in the tub until Declan knocks on the door. He smiles when he comes in and starts to strip.
“Whoa! Stop right there. You’re not getting in here with me unless you promise to tame that beast for the whole night.” I point to his hard erection.
“Beast?” He smirks.
“Declan, I used muscles this weekend I haven’t used in forever. My abs are sore! How does that happen? I’ll tell you, you held me down until all I could was squirm. I’m taking a night off.”
He steps in the tub behind me and lowers himself. I have to let some of the water out, so it doesn’t go overspill. His hands massage my shoulders, and I sink back to him.