“She won’t marry me,” I said. “She’s too busy playing the field with Julian.”
A small silence fell upon the room a bit like tumbleweed, followed by Nikki and Rocky laughing again. Charlotte had a smile on her face holding her cards up. “You never asked me to marry you. Maybe if you did we could have had seven wonderful years of fucking our brains out. And I’m not playing the field, Julian is my fiancé. You are my friend…” she said.
I couldn’t string my words together and I wanted to say something but I couldn’t figure out what. I stood up and walked as straight as I could to the coffee table and grabbed the keys. Attempting to remove the metal circle loop thing which held the keys together, I slid it out and walked back to the table. Kneeling down on one knee, in my boxer shorts I motioned for her to hold out her hand. I slid the ring onto her wedding finger. She sat there silently questioning what I was doing. Rocky was physically crying and Nikki of course was still laughing.
“This weekend you are my wife. You said nothing’s off limits.”
We may have been overly intoxicated but there was a mixed emotion coming from her. I continued to stare at her face and finally her face widened as the smile broke out. She pulled me into a hug and kissed me deeply before saying the word’s: “I do.”
After Rocky composed himself he decided it was time for a new game. “Okay fuckers, let’s play shoot, shag, or marry. Lex, you first. Lindsay ‘fire crotch’ Lohan, Courtney Love and Snooki.” That was the last thing I remembered before it all became a blur.
…
I blinked my eyes. It hurt. But why? I tried again. Fuck, it was the sun causing the pain. There was a ringing in my ear. I couldn’t figure it out and it hurt to try.
“Lex… Lex?” The voice was getting closer. The ringing was a voice and my name was being called.“Lex?”
I opened my eyes. I could barely make out that it was my sister. “Adriana?” My voice was hoarse and when I swallowed my throat burned. Tequila… Vodka… Strip poker… It was all coming back to me now like a slap between the eyes.
“Yes, it’s me. What the hell happened last night?”
I attempted to sit up. I must have crashed on the couch. So much for trying to sneak into Charlotte’s room. There was a blanket covering me but I could feel only my boxers on. Rubbing my eyes, I opened them as wide as I could. “What time is it?” I asked.
“Eight. What happened last night?”
“We played poker, drank a truckload of tequila and I don’t know what else.”
“So why are you half-naked?”
“It was strip poker, Rocky’s idea.” I winced as I tried to ignore the throbbing in my head. Adriana’s h
igh-pitched voice wasn’t helping either.
She laughed before getting up and heading to the kitchen. I could smell some aroma filtering through and I was hoping it was Elijah in there because he was one hell of a cook. I decided not to waste my time and peeled myself off the couch and headed to my room. I found some Advil in my bathroom, thank God because I was paying for last night’s shenanigans. I took the longest shower in the history of mankind then got dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I had to admit I couldn’t remember the last time I dressed so casual, or the last time I got that wasted while having fun. Aah shit, stop trying to remember stuff. It fucking hurt.
Adriana poured me the strongest coffee I had ever tasted but I welcomed it. Elijah laid a plate in front of me covered in a gourmet breakfast. I was starving. About ten minutes later Charlotte dragged her hungover ass into the kitchen. She looked like hell, gorgeous hell. She plonked herself on the chair and placed her head down into her arms.
“Don’t look at me,” she mumbled. Adriana started rambling on about the beach until Charlotte told her to shut the fuck up because she was talking too loud. I had to laugh.
We were all standing on the porch ready to head to the beach. Nikki had this massive pair of glasses and was so grumpy and biting everyone’s head off for talking. Rocky was surprisingly normal considering he had belittled himself to licking vodka off the table. I recovered to the best of my ability and Charlotte of course looked like her gorgeous self again. Wearing a kaftan, she carried the umbrella and followed the rest of us down to the beach. We set up all our stuff and the girls decided to catch some rays. Charlotte pulled her kaftan over her body revealing this skimpy yellow bikini. It looked amazing against her already tanned skinned. The fabric barely covered her curvaceous breasts and the bottoms sat low revealing her tattoo. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from her; she looked like she stepped out of a Sports Illustrated cover shoot.
The sun was hot so Rocky decided to take Will in the water. We were running low on drinks so I offered to get some more, and Charlotte offered to come with me. I knew we would have ten minutes to spare before someone would come looking for us, so I didn’t waste any time. We were in the kitchen and she had the fridge door open grabbing some water bottles. Her pretty little ass was standing in front of me, I couldn’t resist. I leaned in and pulled her against me. I didn’t hesitate; I slid my hand down her front and into her bikini bottoms. I began rubbing my fingers slowly over her pussy, teasing it as I felt her clit swell up. I needed to taste it…anything of hers. She moaned which gave me the green light. Turning her around swiftly I carried her onto the kitchen bench. I stood there taking her mouth and pulling her bikini top down so I could see her tits. Her nipples were hard and I needed them, roughly taking them in my mouth. She tugged on my hair begging me for more. I stopped and looked her in the eyes. I knew what I wanted right now, here in the kitchen on the expensive marble top, I needed her pussy. Bending down I pushed her bikini bottoms to the side and plunged my tongue into her pussy. She was soaking wet and I loved every drop. She placed her hands back on my head, guiding me, telling me how she wanted her pussy eaten, exactly how hard she wanted me to suck on her clit. She was close, so I pulled away.
“Lex...” her breath was uneven. “Don’t stop...please,” she begged.
I wanted her like this, begging me for it. I wanted her to be left in the agony I felt. When the time was right and I made her cum, I wanted it to be something she never forgot. “Sorry, baby. We’ve got to get back.”
She was annoyed, I knew that. It wasn’t helping me either; there was definitely precum in my shorts. My eyes diverted to her hand, where the ring I placed on her finger last night sat. I was thrilled that she was still wearing it. It may not have been a real proposal but it still meant something to me.
“Apparently this is what happens to married couples all the time. Remember you agreed to be my wife for the weekend,” I reminded her, holding up her hand and kissing her finger.
She jumped off the kitchen bench and I helped her tie her bikini top, sneaking in a final squeeze of her breasts before we headed back. “Well honey, if you’re my husband for the weekend watch out because I don’t play fair.” She grabbed the drinks and I followed, taking the rest. Fucking cocktease. My cock was screaming at me for not taking her there in the kitchen and blowing my load. Now she would torture me.
Back at the beach we went into the water which was freezing. Afterwards we laid on our towels drying off and soaking up the sun. As we laid there we talked about things, life in general. She opened up more about her grandmother and her time at Harvard. She told me stories about people we knew back at home, the ones she still kept in contact with, mainly Logan.
“So what, is he still pining after you?” I asked.
“He was never pining after me,” she said. “He married Jennifer. Remember he was dating her back then? They have four kids. Miley, Lauren, Jessie and Milo.”