Whose Bride Is She Anyway (27 page)

“Oh, my God!” Tara howled. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing, but I have to know… The runs?”

Ms. Mary shot them a look of satisfaction. “Laxatives in chocolate bars. Don’t even ask about the shoe. Just remember Ms. Mary isn’t such an old coot.”

“But how could you possibly know Kelsey would sleep with George?” Tara questioned.

Mary snorted again, “I didn’t, but my instincts told me that Kelsey was a hussy at heart and so I followed her around just like I was supposed to. It was just more luck on my part to find that Kelsey and George were doing the bump and grind.”

“Oh, Ms. Mary. How did you get them on tape?” Tara was picturing Ms. Mary knee deep in palm trees, hiding behind potted plants.

“I didn’t do that either, George did that all on his own, seems George likes to
watch
.” Ms. Mary said smugly. “I just happened on that. Kelsey showed the world what a harlot she is and I didn’t have to help her one iota.”

“Henry knew?” August exclaimed again, still unable to wrap his brain around the notion.

Ms. Mary huffed. “Of course he did.”

August scratched his head. He was looking forward to getting back to a simpler way of living. No more glitz.

“Okay, kiddies,” Ms. Mary slapped her legs. “I have to get back and you can’t breathe a word of this. Hear me? Now before I leave, what I wanna know is—what the hell were you going to do at that altar, August Guthrie?”

August made a face and figured it was best not to tell Mary about Vinny. Though, as crafty as she was proving herself to be, she probably already knew. “Turn Kelsey down, of course. I couldn’t leave the game because Aaron did, but I would have left a long time ago if I could have.”

Ms. Mary squeezed August’s hand, “Nah, you didn’t want to leave Tara and I don’t blame you. I thought Josiah and I were bad when we were first married, but you two take the cake! I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much motion in the ocean! ”

Tara’s cheeks stained with color. “So you aren’t going to turn us in?”

“Now why the heck would I do that? You made the spying thing easy for me. I always knew where you and this hunk were. It was two less people to keep track of as far as I was concerned,” she chuckled.

“What about Kelsey? Won’t she sue for defamation or something? That was a pretty graphic video tape.” Tara said.

“Um, no, I don’t think so. That Kelsey signed her soul away to the devil when she signed onto this show. It’s airtight and chock full of disclaimers if Kelsey was caught at anything unethical. I doubt they’ll show the whole thing on national television, but you can be sure they’ll have snippets…”

“You know Ms. Mary…” August said, before trailing off for a moment. “Why did you keep voting for me if you wanted to get back at Kelsey? I don’t think I’ve ever done something so horrible that I deserved her.”

“Didn’t matter
who
I voted for, August. I had that tape of Kelsey and George day three of the show. The moment it was played at the wedding she would have been eliminated, so even if you did want to marry her, you’d have done it
without
the chance for a million bucks. Like you kids say, payback’s a bitch … she took Josiah’s money, I took hers.” Mary had a faraway look in her eyes as she continued, “But I also wanted to know if you’d fight for your woman, August. Tara’s a good girl and she deserves a nice man who’ll fight for her. A man just like you—
a hunky
man just like you. ” Ms. Mary wiggled her eyebrows.

She rose and hugged Tara, then August. “Pay attention to me. I want you both to keep in touch with me and keep your mouths shut. Okay?”

Tara began to tear up. “I’ll miss you Ms. Mary. ”

“Yeah, yeah. Me too. Oh, and one more thing. That Vinny, I’m pretty sure he’s gay too. He skedaddled out of that chapel like there was a ball of fire hot on his ass. You watch out for him. Bye, lovebirds.” She sniffed and headed out the door.

August turned to Tara. She had the same look of shock that August was sure he wore.

Tara giggled suddenly, “Well, Mr. Guthrie, this has been quite a day, wouldn’t you say? ”

“Yep and now for the consolation thing…” Wiggling his eyebrows, he threw her back on the bed and had his wicked way with her.

* * *

Tara smoothed the lacy negligee over her hips, pausing at how utterly ludicrous it was to even put it on. August never noticed these futile attempts at femininity. He liked her naked and, well … naked.

Sighing, Tara rubbed the last of the cream over her arms and opened the window to their suite. She savored the rush of the tide rolling in and the clean, salty air.

“Ahem, Ms. Douglas, come and sit by me.
Now.
”

Hands on hips, she strode to the bed, where he lay completely naked. “You know, Mr. Guthrie, you are awfully demanding for a naked guy. Notice, I am
not
naked.”

“Yep.”

Tara pouted, “Don’t you have anything to say about how pretty I look?”

“Very nice. Take it
off.
”

She clucked her tongue at him as she wiggled out of the nightie. “There, happy? ”

August winked at her. “Eternally. Now, c’mere.”

She swung her legs over his hips and smiled down at him. His thick cock pressed against her ass, hot and ready. “It’s beautiful here, August, don’t you think?”

He caressed the swell of her hips with his hands. “Yep.”

She leaned into him, letting the warmth seep into her skin. “Not that we’d know that, I only get glimpses of the beach from the window. ” Leaning back, she rested her hands on his thighs. Her breasts pushed forward enticingly. and he cupped them, thumbing her nipples to stiff peaks.

“We’ll go to the beach tomorrow. ”

Her head fell back on her shoulders as she arched into his caress. “That’s what you said three days ago.”

August propped himself up on the pillows and pulled her to him. He rested his head on her upper arm and began to tease a nipple with long, hot strokes. Her hands found the familiar place in his hair that she ritualistically clung to when he did this. She ran her nails over his scalp, moving her hips with a slow roll. “Tomorrow, I promise,” he whispered.

Her fingers slipped inside the cavern of his mouth, chasing his tongue as he suckled the tight bud. “Oh, August … we will not. I’m beginning to think there was some merit to my observation that I am nothing but a sex toy to you. ”

Chuckling, he pressed the globes of creamy flesh together and lapped them. The sway of her hips became more rapid as heat slithered between her thighs. “Do you have objections to being my sex toy? ” he asked, lifting her to place her hips flush with his mouth. Sliding down, he lay between her thighs, letting his hot breath linger over her heated flesh. The sight of his blond head between her legs never failed to make her heart pound and her nerve endings sizzle with anticipation.

Tara rocked forward, needy as always, anticipating his tongue, holding her breath for the first lick. “I guess it depends on what being a sex toy entails.”

His hands ran over her ass, pulling her closer, teasing the outer lips of her pussy with light kisses. Nibbling at her, he ans wered, “It entails this,” he swiped her swollen clit, circling it with slow precision.

She gasped, welcoming the slick slide of his tongue. “Oh, ” she moaned, thrusting her hips for more. “Maybe being a sex toy isn’t so bad after all…” A thick finger slipped between her folds, finding the entrance to her tight passage. Her hands drifted to her pussy, one latched onto his wrist as he worked his finger in her, the other caressed the nub he laved, stroking herself as he stroked her too. His hot tongue took pass after pass, spreading her flesh, making her dizzy from the rush of electricity he created.

Panting, she rode his finger and tongue, arching into him, rolling her hips at the friction of his calloused digit and his burning mouth. Her hands found his head, crushing it to her when the first wave of orgasm crashed against her needy pussy.

August always knew what to do, thrusting into her with just the right amount of force, licking her with fevered strokes until she screamed his name, release crashing through her. And always, he rode her orgasm until it was complete, lessening his tongue’s caress in small increments.

Clutching his hair, she tugged him upward, then flipped their positions. Sitting astride him again she found the firm line of his lips. Her mouth sought his, and their tongues tangled. She suckled it in simulation of things to come, wrapping her lips around it, savoring the taste of herself. Wrapping his arms around her, he pressed her tightly to him, “Not such a bad thing, this sex toy gig, huh? ”

She chuckled into his mouth, taking one last taste of him. “I guess it’s okay. ”

Cupping her ass, he squeezed the flesh, kneading it as his cock pressed urgently against it. Reaching around her, she grasped it, gliding over the hard surface. “Just okay? Where have I gone wrong? ”

“I don’t think gone wrong is the right phrase…” Swinging her legs off him, she turned toward his reclining body and straddled him. She brought his hands around to cup her breasts as she leaned forward and took his cock in both hands. He jerked beneath her when she made contact. Lovingly, she stroked him as his fingers worked her nipples.

Leaning forward on her elbows, she brought her lips to his thick shaft. She came up on her knees and he groaned, low and throbbing. “Tell me what you want, August…”

He shifted, lifting his hips, “You…”

Her tongue slithered over him, a mere whisper of a caress. “Nothing else?” she teased him, raising her ass high in the air, knowing he saw the lips of her pussy, still wet from his tongue.

Gripping her thighs, his words were carnal and delicious to her ears. “I want you to lick me, baby. Suck my cock …
now
, before I explode, while I bury my face in your pussy again. ”

Tara yielded to his wishes, taking him all at once into the warmth of her mouth. August muttered from up above as she laved his thick cock, running her tongue in long strokes over the length of him. Working her hands in a gentle twisting motion, she sucked and pumped him at the same time. Using her legs as leverage, he scooted down toward her ass and lifted his hips toward her mouth, thrusting forcefully between her lips. He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her back to his mouth.

Rolling a bit to their sides, they clung to one another. August buried his face between her thighs and Tara continued to bathe his smooth cock with her tongue. He ran his tongue between the lips of her pussy. She let hers lap at the sensitive area below the head of his cock. Their rhythm was frenzied as their mouths, wet and frantic, pleasured one another. Pressed tightly together, Tara arched into August’s mouth, taking his cock with her in an upward tug. Their ribs crashed together as they panted, arms tightly woven around each other’s legs, Tara came again and August tensed, his body taut against hers. Her nipples scraped his skin, beading tightly in aching need.

August pulled away first, scrambling upright and dragging her with him. He positioned himself behind her, and her thighs automatically wound around his as she pressed her ass firmly into his abdomen, begging him silently to ram his cock into her.

She thought of nothing else but the instant pleasure it would bring the moment he entered her. He wasted no time, plunging with force into the tight warmth, filling her until they both gasped at the impact. His hands roamed her body freely, fevered and tantalizing. “Don’t move baby, ” she groaned at his request, wanting nothing more than to jam her hips down on him.

He fondled her clit. “Do you feel how hard I am for you? ” Rolling his hips for emphasis, he stroked in and out of her once. “Do you, Tara?”

Her arms went up around his neck and her back bowed. Pulling his lips to her ear, she thrust her breasts into the cool air of the room. “Yes, I feel it.”

“Tell me what you want, baby…”

A thrill shot through her cunt whenever he asked her what she wanted. “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me hard, please, August … this time, I don’t think I can wait.”

Stroking her, he licked the shell of her ear, still unmoving. “What can’t you wait for?” The low rasp of his voice mesmerized her, beckoned her to play the game they shared often, but she never tired of.

She ground her hips, savoring the thick cock between her legs, lifting a bit away from him, only to press back down hard on his shaft. “I can’t wait for your cock, August. I can’t wait for you to slide in and out of me, make me come…”

“Christ, Tara … you get better at this every time. Your words make me insane…”

A satisfied smile spread over her lips. “Then do it, because now, if I don’t come,
I’ll
explode. Fuck me, with yo ur hand between my legs and your cock in my pussy. ”

He grunted and let go, burying his face in her shoulder, plunging into her hard. She clung to his neck, riding the force of his thrusts, slick and wet. His teeth grazed her skin, fingers toying with her clit. Relaxing into his thrusts, she felt his balls slap her ass, driving his cock further and further into her wet passage.

A spiral of delicious heat began low in her belly, rising to cling between her legs, forcing a howl of triumph from her lips when she tightened her muscles and came in a long shudder. Hot spurts of his seed flowed in her. He twitched with the onslaught of orgasm, jerking against her, pressing her into the bed.

Tara slowly relaxed against him, caressing the arms that held her, savoring the thick muscle and tight embrace.

“Damn, woman…”

“Is that all you have to say for yourself, August Guthrie? Damn, woman? ”

His nose tickled her ear, “Well, do you think now is a good time to mention we forgot a condom?”

“Then, I do believe you’ll have to make an honest woman of me, August Guthrie.”

Rubbing her nipples, he huffed, “Oh, all right, I guess if I have to.”

Tara brought his finger to her mouth and nipped it, “No, you don’t
have
to, but I don’t suppose you’d like it much if I told the tabloids about our ‘love child’, would you? Don’t make me resort to blackmail, Mr. Guthrie.”

Twisting her head around, he chuckled, kissing her. They’d been hounded for a time, shortly after the news broke about the show’s fiasco. “I might have to deny those allegations, Ms. Douglas and tell them it’s George’s ‘love child’.”