Free Web NovelChapter 130: Chapter 130 Blake [FI]
"Blake, honey, be a dear and get your father for me. I want cake." My mom walks briskly by me, not even waiting for me to answer her. Probably because she knows I’ll do exactly as she says. Damn it.
Turning away from where I see the maid of honor, Piccola, standing near the table, I go in search of my dad. Well, technically my stepdad, since Samuel’s dad married my mom when we were in middle school. It’s my brother’s wedding day, and I won the sister-in-law jackpot.
Parker is perfect for my brother, and with the way he loves her, I know that he’s truly happy. She’s good for him, and I know she feels the same. But even with all of that, I can’t help but be a little jealous of what they share. Sam lives next door to me, and we’ll always be family, but I don’t see me popping over every day unannounced anymore. It’s not that I don’t want Parker to be a part of our lives, I think I’m just going to selfishly miss his free time. Knowing Sam the way I do, he’ll devote all of his time to his wife, and honestly, that’s the way it should be.
"Dad," I call when I see him outside smoking a cigar with some of his buddies.
The wedding is small, but our family is even smaller, so most of the guests are friends or work colleagues. It was weird Parker didn’t have any family here, but when I asked Sam about it, he said he’d tell me later. Maybe it’s something he’s not ready to share, and I respect that. I guess I just have to get used to being out of his loop.
"Hey, son, come have a drink with us." He pulls me in for a half hug and motions to everyone in the group. "This one is going to be next. Mark my words."
A flash of Piccola’s dark hair spread out on a white silk pillowcase enters my mind, and I have to clear my throat.
"Mom wants cake," I tell him, and he straightens up.
"I’m on it." He’s gone before he’s even finished his sentence and tosses his cigar in the ashtray. That man worships the ground she walks on, which is why it was so easy for him to step into our lives.
"When are you going to come work for me, Blake?" Mr. Bennett asks before I have a chance to turn around and follow my dad.
"You know I’m only in it for the investments," I joke, but it’s still the truth.
When Sam started up his company, I was a silent investor, and we’ve made more money than either of us ever thought was possible. Now we’re both set for life, and we get to kick back and enjoy it. Only now he’ll be enjoying it with Parker.
Another image of Piccola on her back with her eyes closed fills my brain, and I have to force myself to push it out.
"If you change your mind, I’m always a phone call away." Before I can step back, he puts his hand on my shoulder and tugs me closer to him. "Have I introduced you to my daughter Julia? I think she tried to speak with you a minute ago."
There was a blonde who got in my way earlier—is that who he’s talking about? "Um, I’m not sure."
"Why don’t we have you over for dinner one night this week? Your parents can come too. It will be good for you kids to get to know one another."
"Oh, I think that’s Sam calling me," I lie as I step out of his hold and hurry toward the ballroom.
Before the ceremony, I didn’t have a chance to meet anyone, and I was busy running around for Sam. It wasn’t until the actual ceremony that I saw Piccola for the first time. I’d noticed her name on the program but had never actually met her. Although I’d heard Parker talk about her best friend almost every time I was around her. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
When Piccola walked down the aisle, I had to remind myself not to lock my knees. She looked so thick in that tight dress, and it didn’t hide an inch of her plentiful curves. All I could think about was putting my face between her tits to feel how soft they were against my cheeks. I had to put my hands in front of me to hide my erection during the ceremony, but every time I looked over at her, a new part of her body called to me. I wanted to put my dick in all of it and then lick every last inch. Fuck, I’ve never had a reaction to a woman like this before. Maybe I need to get laid?
Then I remember her looking over her shoulder and how her eyes widened when she looked up and saw me. She was so close I could see gold flecks around her dark lashes and a dust of shimmer across her cheeks. She looked like something out of a dream, and I never wanted to wake up.
By the time I get through the crowd and back into the ballroom, I see they’re already serving cake. The DJ says something, and then I see Parker on the other side of the room lifting her bouquet and tossing it over her shoulder. I can’t see past the people in front of me, but when I hear the crowd cheer, the people in front of me move out of the way, and I see Parker giving Piccola a hug. Gripped tight in Piccola’s hand is the bouquet, and for half a second, I think about going out there and sweeping her up in my arms. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
When I take a step forward, my great-uncle Chet moves right in my path. "Blake, can you help me get your Aunt Belinda in the car?"
My great-aunt Belinda uses a cane, and Chet isn’t a spring chicken. I know they’ve got a driver, but I can’t say no to him.
"Sure, can you give me one—"
"Take this," he says, ignoring me, and drops a huge flower centerpiece into my hands.
"Uncle Chet, I don’t think you’re supposed to take these."
"Belinda wants one, so that’s what she’s getting. Now let’s go; it’s practically midnight."
"Uncle Chet, it’s eight-thirty," I say, but he once again ignores me.
Belinda is waiting by the door, and I see him take her hand as I walk behind them with the monstrosity of a centerpiece. I guess if they weren’t supposed to take it, someone would have stopped me by now, but I can’t help but think he asked me to carry it so that I’d be the one to get in trouble.
"You’re a sweetheart," Aunt Belinda says, patting me on the cheek. "When are you going to have some babies? I’m not getting any younger."
I’m pretty sure she’s ninety-seven years old, but I’m not about to correct her. "I’m just waiting for someone to put up with me," I tease, and in the distance, I see a flash of dark hair getting into the back of a taxi. "Shit."
"With a mouth like that, it’s no wonder you can’t find a wife," Aunt Belinda chides as she gets in the back seat and I put the centerpiece in the trunk.
By the time I’m free, the taxi is long gone, and I’ve lost her. All hope isn’t lost because I’m sure all I have to do is get Parker or Sam to give me her number. It’s been so long since I’ve had a woman that I just need one good night to get it out of my system. That has to be what I’m feeling right now, because I couldn’t possibly have fallen in love with just one look. Right?
There’s a roar of cheers behind me, and I turn around in time to see sparklers going off and people throwing bird seed as Parker and Sam go running to the limo waiting out front.
"What the fuck?" I throw my hands up, thinking somehow everyone but me is ditching this wedding.
"Did your brother not say goodbye?" My mom walks over, eating what is probably her third or fourth piece of cake.
"No, the bastard."
"He’s just ready to start his honeymoon." She grins at me, and I roll my eyes. "Leave them be. They’re working on making me a grandma."
"Yeah, well, I’m working on blue balls," I mumble so low she can’t hear me.
"Did you get to meet Parker’s friend Piccola?" My mom is already on her way back inside before I grab her arm and stop her.
"Tell me everything you know."
"Well, not much. Something about gaming."
