The Inconvenient Bride Page 3

  Then, it hit her.

  Carrie knew at that instant how to solve her own sexual dilemma. She knew exactly how she was going to tell her best friend that she stayed up until the wee hours of the night imagining him on his knees, licking and sucking, tugging and pulling at her clit until she bucked with delight. Oh yes, she had the perfect solution to her situation. And, at that very moment, Carrie didn't care if it was only a year. At least now she would finally have Dylan McCray sexually to herself.

  "Yes, I'll marry you, Dylan."

  "What? Are you serious?” He tossed his arms around her frame and gave her a tight squeeze.

  Carrie quickly slipped out of his embrace then spoke, “Yes, I’m serious.” She took a deep breath then continued, “I'll marry you, Dylan McCray but you should know that I have my own strict terms and conditions."

  CHAPTER THREE

  Ah, damn.

  Dylan hated secrets but he especially hated secrets involving his best friend. How could Carrie possibly make him agree to a secret set of terms and conditions that she refused to speak about until the night of their wedding? What the hell?

  Of course Dylan trusted her emphatically, without question, but something was wrong. In the nearly twenty years he'd known Carrie, she never asked him for one single solitary thing. So what did she need from him now? And why did have to wait until the wedding to find out?

  Throughout dinner, Dylan tried to find out more information about the “secret terms”, but to no avail. After Carrie had agreed to their one year marriage, Katie had gone into full bridal mode not allowing him a moment alone with his future bride. His twin sister had immediately dialed her favorite event planner, Edwardo Chavez, the wedding planner for the elite and famous and told him she needed a five star wedding in just two days. Of course, Edwardo went into full panic mode, claiming he didn't have enough time to secure the right venue, find the right dress or plan the perfect menu for the McCray event; until Katie said the words he needed to hear, "Money doesn't matter." Directly after that, Edwardo said this would be the easiest and most elaborate event he had ever planned.

  A few times during the planning at the table, Carrie looked troubled. When Dylan inquired, she said, "Traditionally, the bride's family always pays for the wedding but I don't have anything to contribute." A worried Dylan immediately said, "Money doesn't matter to me Carrie. Only your happiness." And it truly didn't matter. Dylan would have paid any amount of money in order to secure Carrie's happiness. Anything.

  After the major wedding details had been finalized, they finished their meals, then decided to call it a night. The following day was going to be extremely busy and chaotic and everyone needed their rest for the big day. The entire ride back to her apartment, Carrie appeared to be at peace with her decision. Although, every time Dylan tried to discuss the upcoming nuptials Carrie conveniently changed the subject. This concerned Dylan. It concerned him deeply. Shit, had he forced her into doing something she didn't want to do simply because they were friends? He needed to know.

  When his BMW finally pulled up in front of her apartment, he cut the engine of his car off and grabbed her small hands. The moment he touched her flesh her body went into sexual overdrive. Damn, she needed him. She needed him badly and on Saturday she would finally be able to feed that aching monster, below. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes and leaned her head back on her seat.

  "Honey, you know you don't have to do this. I would rather give up the company than to see you unhappy."

  Carrie opened her eyes and turned her head towards him. She quickly removed her ponytail holder and let her silky black tresses fall on her shoulders. Dylan blinked twice at her unexpected, rare beauty. Something strange was happening.

  "Dylan, you know I would never do anything I don't want to do. I want to marry you. I want to be your wife." Had Carrie confessed too much in her heat of desire?

  "Really? You want to marry me?"

  "Yes, on Saturday I will be Ms. Carrie McCray. It has a ring to it, doesn't it?" She joked, then quickly gathered her belongings and opened the car door. Dylan immediately reached over her and slammed the door shut. He wasn't finished talking to her. He needed to make sure that his best friend was comfortable with her decision before he drove away.

  But, then it happened…

  In his haste, his arm brushed across her full, aching, plump breasts. Her nipples reacted the same way they did earlier that day. They stood hard, firm and solid for him. Hormones, really? Why did her hormonal issues keep popping up when he was around, he wondered?

  In the bright southern moonlight, Dylan could clearly make out Carrie’s taut and erect nipples poking through her paper thin top. He tried to look away, but his eyes had already zoned in to the fullness of her perky buds. A deep, sexual craving bubbled up from below forcing Dylan to lick his full lips. He shifted in his seat, then cleared his voice, but his eyes were glued to his best friend who was primed and ready. “So what are the terms and conditions?” a barely audible Dylan stated with an unexpected longing in his voice.

  "Dylan, I told you I can't tell you until Saturday. I promise to tell you then. Look, I need to go inside. I’m tired," Carrie stated with a hint of sexual need in her voice.

  "Not yet. We have a few logistical items to square away before Saturday. For instance, where will we live?" His eyes zoned in on her, full 36D breasts. Without thought, he reached over and began to massage her shoulders and her slender neck. Carrie wanted to resist his touch, but she couldn't. And, obviously neither could Dylan.

  "I-I think we should live at your place. It's bigger!" The word bigger rolled off her lips with ease and fell into his ears with delight. Without thought, Carrie tilted her head to the far right so Dylan could have better access to her flesh. He immediately accepted the invitation as his strong, large masculine hands moved firmly across her soft skin.

  She shivered at his touch.

  "How does that feel?" He asked as he drank in her sweetness.

  "So good!"

  "Carrie, I can't believe we are getting married," he managed to utter as he leaned even closer to her. So close she could feel his warm breath on her sensitive skin. He continued to work his magical fingers into her sore sensitive flesh. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment.

  "I know. Dylan, what about our living arrangements in the house?" Carrie managed to mumble as she rested her hands on his thighs, just inches from ground zero. The nearness of her digits forced his manhood to rise in his pants. She instantly felt his enormous cock lift. The sudden thrust caused her nipples to poke out harder. Without thinking, Dylan placed one small kiss on Carrie’s supersensitive neck. A tremor of delight instantly erupted in her spine. This can't be happening! Am I dreaming?

  A sexually aroused Dylan spoke sternly. "You will sleep in your husband's bed. And, that's not up for discussion." The comment forced her sex hazed eyes open. She nodded and then immediately closed her heavy lidded eyes shut so she could thoroughly enjoy his full lips and snake-like tongue roaming seductively on her neck. The feeling was exhilarating. So much so, that Carrie quietly purred like a cat in heat.

  The sexual chemistry and tension in the car was thick and palpable. Dylan took a deep breath and thought about releasing Carrie from his touch, but her skin was like a magnet drawing him in closer and closer. He panted as his lips trailed up and down her skin. The more he nibbled and feasted, the more he wanted. And, he was going to have more, much more. Next stop, her hypersensitive large breasts.

  Ah!

  Dylan tried to resist touching her tight, round buds, but he simply couldn’t. They were too erect to ignore. His ten inch cock instantly hardened and expanded the moment his hands reached its desired destination. The moment he pinched her nipples, Carrie's eyes opened wide. Dylan immediately froze. He didn't want to offend her so he nervously backed away.

  "Please Dylan, just touch them once. Please." She moaned in the moonlight.

  "You want me to play with, tease and suck your nipples?"
He questioned with desire in his voice. Carrie didn't respond verbally but the slight arch in her back told him she was giving his full unprecedented access. Dylan immediately ripped the polka dot shirt open.

  She screeched with desire as he masterfully unclasped her thin lace bra and placed her two large perfectly round breast in his skillful hands.

  "Ah," he moaned as he lowered his head and he feasted on her right aching breast, then dined on her left one. Dylan was in heaven. He sucked and pulled, nipped and teased and flicked and tugged until her aching nipples were raw and hard.

  "Oh Dylan," she gasped in delight. "I need you. Please give me more." He obeyed by planting small, tender kisses on her lean stomach, then he pulled her jeans down slightly.

  She quivered and trembled in anticipation, but Dylan didn’t stop. He was determined to touch, tease and taste what was below. He wanted her warm, sweet liquids in his mouth, dancing around, giving him unthinkable pleasure.

  “Mmm, I want some of that.” He moaned as he ran his finger over her moist underwear. His cock was so hard he could have come instantly but he didn’t because he wasn’t sure if she was ready. The answer to that question came seconds later, when her sweet scent of arousal danced in his nostrils. Oh, she was aroused and ready for his deep, penetrating touch. They were like two teenagers making out after a Friday Night Football game in his car. Raw and ready.

  Reaching down lower, Dylan placed his hands on her waist and began to tug down her fitted jeans. Carrie let out a deep, throaty moan. The moment the sound escaped her lips she shot up in the seat.

  "Oh my goodness. Stop!"

  "Hormones again?" Dylan joked.

  A flushed face Carrie immediately grabbed her bra off the floor, pulled the center of her shirt together to cover her full bosom and then searched for Dylan's eyes. She expected to see a horrified expression on his face, but instead she saw something different. She saw a man in desperate sexual need. This couldn't be happening. Was her best friend actually turned on by her or was he simply trying to be nice? Carrie needed to get out of Dylan's car and get out fast.

  The last thing she needed was a sympathy make-out session from her best friend for agreeing to marry him. No, the conditions of their sexual arrangement needed to be on her terms and this wasn't what she had in mind. As much as she loved Dylan, she wasn't going to allow him to manipulate their relationship and water it down to nothing. No matter how horny she was, she had to stick to her perfect plan. A plan that would allow her to keep her best friend and have all the sexual trappings of an erotic relationship, for a year.

  "Sorry about all of this, Dylan. Yes, my hormones are all over the place. Let's just pretend this didn't happen, okay? I'll call you tomorrow so we can finalize the wedding plans." Then, she ran from the car.

  Dylan laughed as she bolted towards her apartment. Then he rubbed his head and leaned back in his car seat. Damn, had his best friend really just turn him on? Turned him on to the point that he was still hard and aching with need. He laughed again. Then mumbled to himself, "So Carrie, you want to play games. I'll show you how this game is played. Game on!"

  ***

  “Ah. No.” Carrie’s life was an awful, shitty mess. She woke up with a fucking excruciating pounding headache. She felt emotionally numb and vulnerable as the reality of the entire situation hit her like a train plowing into a moving car, fast and fierce. She desperately wanted to drift off into a deep, coma-like sleep, one that would last for at least a year, and pretend as if the last several hours had never occurred. Just as she was about to close her eyes, the sound of her blaring alarm clock caused her to roll over in her bed. She placed her fluffy, down pillow over her ears and tucked her comforter over her head. When she realized the sound wasn't fading, she sat up and slammed her hand on the clock and quickly decided she needed to take the day off. There was no way she could concentrate on the fundamentals of addition and subtraction with a bunch of high energy children after what had occurred in Dylan's car the night before. Not to mention, she needed to iron out all the details for the wedding. Her arranged marriage.

  Sighing deeply, Carrie realized she had one day until her big day and so much to do to get ready. The night before, Katie had sent her a checklist of items and the first one on the list was to meet her at a local bridal shop to find the perfect dress. Her wedding dress.

  She quickly dialed Charleston Elementary, where she held the position as lead fourth grade teacher, and informed the principal that she needed to take a few days off because she was getting married. Ms. Thompson, her principal, was elated at the news but obviously shocked because it was well-known that Carrie hadn't dated anyone in years. Of course, she conveniently left out the part that she was marrying her best friend, one of the richest men in the south, and the country for that matter, and only for a year. Some details weren't worth sharing.

  After Carrie hung up the phone, she dragged herself into her shower and allowed the hot steamy water to fall effortlessly over her needy flesh. As the water washed away her worries she allowed her magical fingers to move to her special section to release the tension that was building below.

  “Ahh,” she moaned and quivered as soon as her fingers invaded her desperate pussy. Her virgin mind was immediately flooded with thoughts of Dylan nibbling on her neck and almost tasting her throbbing buds. The fresh, vivid images from the night before danced in her mind causing a frenzy of emotions to wash over her. The more she imagined, the hotter she became.

  Clawing and pulling, Carrie touched herself with deep urgency. She became so aroused and excited that she sighed and called out Dylan’s name as she relaxed into her deepest desires. Her hands quickly trailed over her lips, across her neck and then to her full breasts. Carrie then pressed and tugged at her nipples, screaming and whimpering his name in delight until…

  Her shower door flew open.

  It was Dylan.

  He stood there wide eyed and readily watching his best friend pleasure herself. His eyes swiftly trailed down to her midsection, where her right hand was still safely tucked between her thighs, providing herself with unthinkable pleasure.

  “Dylan, it’s not what you think!” The look on his face told her that he knew and heard everything.

  Standing there completely naked, dripping wet, Dylan surveyed his future wife's horny body. From head to toe, he visually feasted on her curves. Curves, he didn't even knew existed. Curves that were deeper than The Nile River. Curves that he wanted to explore. How had he missed each tempting bite for nearly twenty years? Damn him.

  Carrie stood there in shock. She wanted to scream and force him to look away but she couldn't because she was too damn aroused by his unexpected appearance. Mercy, he looked so fucking good. So fucking tempting that her pussy’s pulse was thumping loudly in her inexperienced ears. Staring at him now, the only thing she could think about was pulling him in the stall with her and allowing him to have his way with her tender flesh.

  "I guess I should have called before I arrived." He uttered while keeping his eyes glued on her. He quickly tucked the key she had provided him years ago in his pocket because he wasn't in the mood for a lecture. At least not while she was so close to climax.

  "It's not what you think." Carrie mumbled while leaning against the wall with her hands still close to her special region.

  "Really? It sounded a lot like my name a few minutes ago."

  His words sent a wave of horror through her forcing her to stand upright and cover her exposed body. Within seconds, the look of desire quickly change to a look of sheer panic. The moment Dylan realized he had embarrassed her, he felt horrible because he was enjoying looking at her dripping wet, aroused body. He was so hard, in fact, that his cock began to ooze sweet liquid from its tip.

  "May I join you?" he asked with a hint of need in his voice.

  Carrie gasped at his question and tried to slip out of the stall, but Dylan wasn’t going to let her get away that quickly.

  “No, stay, please!” The sexual s
ound of his words forced her to stop dead in her tracks. Then, slowly, Dylan kicked of his shoes, removed his coat, shirt, tie, pants and finally his designer underwear, until he was completely nude. Carrie’s eyes immediately zoned in on his ten inch, hard cock.

  "What are you doing?"

  "About to please you."

  "W-We can't..."

  "In one day, you will be my wife. I don't think there is anything wrong with an appetizer before the full course meal. Show me what you were just doing. Show me, now."

  "Dylan, we can't."

  Her words fell on deaf ears as he moved closer. In record time, Dylan’s hands settled on the crease of her taut ass.

  "Please Dylan, we can't do anything until after I speak to you about my terms and conditions." What? Did she really want to have a sit down conversation about their legal arrangement when he was trying to satisfy her?

  Dylan smiled at his friend’s request, then pressed her body against the wall. He opened her legs slightly. Next, he glided his index finger towards her lower region and pulled and tugged at her short pubic curls. Then, he flicked, teased and massaged her sensitive clit until she collapsed in his arms. He quickly scooped her up like an infant, then opened the shower door and led her to the bed.

  "Start talking, Carrie. What are these secret terms and conditions?"

  "Not until tomorrow. I can't tell you until then.”

  "Oh you can and you will." Dylan stated as he gently laid her down on the queen sized bed and spread her legs open. She immediately twisted and turned on the bed but he held her legs firmly. He ran one finger over her throbbing middle section. A warm liquid painted his finger tips and he immediately licked the contents.