One of Cami’s bridesmaids is wearing a Playboy bunny get-up. Her husband is wearing a Hugh Hefner-style smoking jacket, a cravat and a grey wig. Another girl is wearing a nurse’s costume, one which gives me chills when I look at it because it reminds me of this afternoon. Her counterpart is wearing a surgeon’s outfit. There’s also a Pocahontas and Brave couple, a Marilyn and JFK couple, and a Fred and Ginger couple already here.
As Cami gives hugs all around, I turn again to look for Rusty. This time I spot him.
And he takes my breath away.
Rusty is gorgeous anyway, but his costume highlights his stellar body. He’s shirtless, with only a bandana wrapped around his throat and a cowboy hat on his head. From the waist down, he’s all long, muscular legs, tight jeans and dusty boots. I’m sure those are his, because I didn’t pick out boots to go with his costume.
He hasn’t noticed me yet, so I can look my fill. His broad shoulders are tan and muscular. His chest is wide and well-developed. And his stomach… God help me, I love that stomach! It’s trim and ripped, and there’s a thin trail of hair that leads from his navel to the most incredible…appendage.
I smile as I think about it. Rusty would probably have a stroke if he knew I was calling it an “appendage.”
Suddenly, he turns and his eyes meet mine. It’s almost as though he could feel my attention on him. He raises one dark brow, no doubt wondering what I’m grinning about. I smile even wider, knowing it will eat at him until he finds out.
I’m not surprised when he grabs his beer and walks toward me. He’s half way across the bar when he starts to slow down. It seems that he’s just now noticing what I’m wearing.
And I’d say he likes it very much.
I suck in my stomach and hold out my arms before settling my hands on my hips to let him look. His eyes roam me from my own black cowboy hat, down to my fringed, suede bra, to my bare stomach and on to my chaps, completely open all the way to my boots, but for the frilly little panties I’m wearing underneath.
His mouth drops open the tiniest bit and I feel my heart speed up. I have no doubt if we were alone, or even in a different venue, Rusty would take me by the hand, lead me to the first semi-private place he could find and bury his body in mine until we both lost the ability to think straight.
It’s what we do. It’s how we affect each other.
And it’s wonderful.
He resumes his walk to me. Cami passes in front of him and he watches her go, shaking his head at her outfit. She’s wearing a black leather dominatrix ensemble and Trick is wearing the matching submissive one. I watch her cross to Trick and I laugh out loud when he turns and sees her. His jaw goes slack and I’d be willing to bet he got a hard-on instantly. I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if they use these costumes again. In private.
“So, what's the next surprise in Jenna’s World of Wedding Wonders?”
“You mean the costumes weren’t enough?” I ask. “Don’t you like mine?” I look up at him from beneath my lashes, purposely coy as I tease the fringe that hangs from my bra.
“I’d be happy to show you what I think of your costume. Later.”
“You would?”
“Mmm,” he purrs, leaning in to kiss my neck. Chills spread down my arms.
“Well, since I’m off limits, maybe the other things I’ve got lined up will take your mind off me. And all the things I’d like for you to do to me in this outfit.” I lean in to Rusty, my lips less than an inch from his and I whisper, “And out of it.”
“You’re evil. Did you know that? You’ll probably go to hell for doing this to me.”
I run my fingers up his bare chest, to his chin then I trace his bottom lip with my bright red fingernail. “Come burn with me.”
“You lead the way,” he growls hoarsely, like the heat between us has singed his vocal cords.
I plant my hand on his chest and push. I give him my sauciest grin. “Maybe later,” I say, taking a step back. “Or maybe not.”
Rusty’s breath hisses through his gritted teeth and I laugh outright. Who ever thought this would be so much fun? Torture, for sure. But fun anyway.
CHAPTER EIGHT - Rusty
I never thought it could be so hard to keep my hands off someone. Of course, I’ve never really tried. All I can say is that, when I finally get between those long legs of Jenna’s, there’s gonna be an explosion of epic proportions.
And it won’t just be me doing the exploding.
As I watch Jenna, I can see invitation in the way she moves. She might as well be shifting against me, close enough for me to touch her. The things she does with her hips and her hands, the way she bends over with that delicious ass of hers tipped perfectly in my direction—all of it is for me, like she can feel my eyes on her. Like she wants to feel my hands on her.
I know this because she keeps looking back, making sure I’m watching. Teasing me. I’d be willing to bet those ruffled little panties she’s wearing now include a wet spot. We’re engaged in the ultimate game of cat and mouse, and it’s keeping us both turned on.
I watch her as she backs toward the curtain that’s stretched across the back half of the room. I know there’s a stage back there, but there has to be something else. It’s a big space she’s got concealed!
“Seems like we’re missing something in here, doesn’t it?” Jenna asks, raising her voice so the rest of the party can hear her.
Shouts go up all around and she smiles, taking a handful of curtain and dragging it along the makeshift line that’s stretched across the room. Bit by bit, the edge of a thick black and red mattress is revealed. That’s all I can see because it’s so dark behind the curtain.
With a flourish, Jenna flings back the curtain. A single spot light flips on, shining down on a dull, black mechanical bull. The crowd goes nuts.
All I can think about is watching Jenna ride that thing.
“Holy shit, it’s gonna be a long night,” I mutter to myself.
Jenna is grinning from ear to ear. “All right, now that I’ve got your attention, who’s gonna be the first to ride the bull? We gotta get some use out of this thing before the operator gets bored and goes home,” she says, gesturing toward the clearly unenthusiastic plaid-clad old man who’s sitting on a stool in the corner, leaning over a small console. He probably came with the mechanical bull. I think he might be asleep under the wide brim of his enormous hat. I can’t be sure. “Come on, ya bunch of pansies! Who’s gonna pony up and ride it first?”