The next morning, Loyalty and Meme drove off in my car as I drove my Hummer to the shop. On the way home, I stopped at the jeweler to pick up her ring for tomorrow, and plan out all the possible scenarios of how it would go. Honestly, I’m petrified of her actually saying no! When she shows back up to the house, she walks into the living room full of pink balloons everywhere! She gasps in surprise as streamers are shot at her from any and every direction by everyone. She laughs with a big smile on her face as the crew crowds around to hug her and wish her happy birthday! When she is finally handed over to me, I wrap my arms around her and smash my mouth into hers. She pulls my hair when she needs air so I’ll let her go, but she sinks her teeth into my bottom lip as I pull back. I groan and grab her ass, and she giggles into my chest! “Let’s go out back, baby girl”, I tell her and she nods. When I open the back door and she takes in the candle-lit walkway she gasps
I’m sitting in Spin’s car in the school’s parking lot. So much has changed in my life over Winter break that my head is in overdrive mode. I don’t even feel like the same person, because I’m not the same person! I’m the queen of a biker gang, engaged to the king at eighteen! I haven’t told my foster parents that Spin has proposed to me, and since he is quick to set a date, the pressure to do so is real. I don’t know how this is going to affect my adoption, but regardless, I still want both! I step out of Spin’s car with my jacket and pink diamond ring on. Meme scrambles out of the passenger seat as Gabe, Mikey, Deckard, and Chris flank us. Things really can not get any more awkward around here! Thankfully, the pep squad season is over, so I can bolt out of this place as soon as the bell rings! Of course, Travis and his football friends stare us down, and as soon as I pass him, he punches his locker and screams, “fuck”, as his hand starts to bleed. I rolled my eye
Loyalty has spent more time at her foster parent's house than mine since we’ve been engaged. I guess they’re just trying to hang on to her for as long as they can. She’s so easy to love, who can blame them! “So when’s the wedding again?”, asks Brenda in disbelief. “Valentine’s Day”, I told her again! “How do you expect us to plan a wedding in a month, Spin?”, she says. “Money is not an option, Bren”, I told her. “You and all the other old ladies put your heads together and make it happen”! She looks at me like I’m crazy, but eventually stalks off. “Are you sure you’re not rushing this?”, asks Danny. “Nope”, I said. “So don’t you start either”. Loyalty comes crashing through the door and tosses herself into the ottoman in front of us. “Baby girl”? “Just leave me be Spin”, she says as she buries her face into the sofa chair! “What’s gotten into you, Loyalty?” I snapped at her. “I dunno! Some ditzy blonde on the front steps asking me w
Date set? Check! The venue is picked and reserved? Check! Invitations created and mailed to the guest list? Check! License filed for and Officiant reserved? Check! Wedding party picked? Check! Dresses and suits picked? Check! Photographer, caterer, DJ, and florist confirmed? Check! Rings? Check! Cake? Check! Wedding favors? Check! Honeymoon? Check! “Relax Lala”, Meme chided me as I was sitting in my bedroom about to throw up! “Everything is taken care of”. “Am I making a mistake?” I asked her. “Maybe I really should wait until I graduate”! “Fuck no”, Meme squeals. “You’re gonna graduate as Lala Hart, not Marshal after some parents that couldn’t even stick around long enough to see what became of you. Don’t give them that honor”! Time flies by after my last dress fitting, and I find myself standing at the door to the Royal room of the Villa Borghese with my foster father, Kevin, ready to walk me down the aisle. Afterward, the guests will move into the Grand H
After Loyalty’s meltdown, Brenda took over planning the wedding for her. She was fine with literally almost everything that Brenda selected, but shit hit the fan when it came to selecting my best man! “Gabe”, she demands! “It’s my best man, it’s my choice”, I tell her. “No, you’ve had your brother watch me from day fucking one. If anyone deserves to walk the percussion with us, it’s him”, she argues. “You’re really not going to let this go?” I asked her. “Nope”, she says, popping her p like she does when her decision is final! “Well fuck, how long have you known he was my brother?” I asked her. “Does it matter? No! Stop trying to change the subject. Gabe is your best man, and that’s that”, she says. “Fine”, I groaned out! “I pick the first dance song and the honeymoon then”! “Deal”, she squeals as she straddles my lap and kisses my lips. The morning of our wedding finally comes and I can’t fucking wait for this shit to be over
I woke the next morning feeling sticky from sweat. It’s so humid! Even though we showered last night, we need another one. Spin turns on the AC and we hop into the shower together. We face each other under the stream, when he says, “I wanna take you back to bed, but that’s going to have to wait for tonight. We have reservations for brunch by the beach”. “Reservations? How fancy”, I tell him, and he flashes me a silly smirk. We wrap ourselves in towels and head out to the suitcases. Spin pulls on jean shorts and a gray tee, I pull on a gray tanktop cotton tee style summer dress and sandals. “Why do I get the feeling Bren has purposely packed our clothes so we match every day”, I say. Spin takes a look at our clothes and shrugs as he chuckles in response to my observation. “Come, my queen”, he tells me as he holds his hand out to me. I take his hand and he leads me to the elevator, through the lobby, and right out to the boardwalk where I freeze. The sky is cloudless and crystal blu
Forgetting to turn the air conditioner on last night, we both woke late into the morning sweaty… Like swamp ass sweaty! I turn the air on and we hop into the shower just to cool our skin down. My dick is throbbing just to be buried in her, but the need for food and a breakfast reservation wins. “I wanna take you back to bed, but that’s going to have to wait for tonight. We have reservations for brunch by the beach”. “Reservations? How fancy”, she says, and I flash her a smile. When we exit the bathroom, Loyalty starts digging through the suitcase and piling up each of her outfits against mine before picking a very skimpy gray dress that looks like a tank top that’s been stretched to cover her ass! It’s hot here and most people are walking around just in bathing suits so I don’t say anything. “Why do I get the feeling Bren has purposely packed our clothes so we match every day”, she says. I looked down at my dark gray jean shorts and gray tee before giving Loyalty
~LALA~ The remaining six days of our honeymoon breeze by in a whirlwind of shopping, fine dining, water sports, and sex… Lots and lots of sex! The more I have, the more I want, and Spin struggles to deal with my brazen displays of PDA. On our last night on the island, we bought a glass charm necklace with pink sand inside, and I haven’t taken it off since! We’re now back in the lobby checking out, with the concierge who has a staring problem! “Do we really have to go back home now, Spin?” I outright begged. He glares back at me as I say, “one more week”? “Stop that, Loyalty. We have to go back. You have school on Monday, and I have to get back to work”, he says as he shrugs his arm out of my hold. “Ugh! Fine”, I concede in a child-like manner. “Don’t do that, baby girl”, he says as he pulls my lip from my teeth with the rough pad of his thumb. “Besides, Gabe says it’s been unseasonably warm. Maybe we can work on teaching you how to ride your motorcycle”