Cream Pie by Madison Faye

Chapter 3

Amy

I textHope on the way to check how she’s feeling with her jet lag, but she doesn’t answer. Probably still sleeping, I guess. At Kendall’s bungalow, I knock once before barging right in.

“Sorry!” I gasp breathlessly and sincerely, seeing her sitting at the balcony table alone with all of the brunch already laid out. “I’m so sorry!”

She beams at me and stands as I rush over to her.

“It’s fine!” she smiles. She winks. “I know you went out last night.”

I blush, but she doesn’t push it.

“Honestly, room service just brought all of this. You’re fine!” She beams at me again and I shake my head.

“How do you look so freaking calm and cool?”

“Um, because look at where we are?” She giggles, sweeping a hand towards the big open windows and the gorgeous vista of the beach and ocean.

I roll my eyes and gratefully take the coffee she pours for me. For a second, I can feel something warm and slick between my legs, and I blush fiercely, knowing what it is.

“I want you to feel my cum dripping out of your little pussy and leaking into these panties.”

Swallowing the heat from my face, I sit quickly.

“You’re not at all nervous?”

Kendall grins. “About?”

“About today! I mean, about all of it!”

She smiles impishly. “Well, only about becoming your stepmom.”

I roll my eyes and flip her off, and we both giggle. Her becoming my “stepmom” has been a running joke since she told me about her and my dad. Trust me, we’ve already definitely agreed that we’re never actually going there. Marrying my dad or not, Kendall’s my best friend, and that’s it.

“Well, you look gorgeous already and you’re not even in your dress.”

She smiles. “So do you. Actually…” she arches a brow. “You look a little flushed.”

My cheeks burn, but I quickly sip at the hot coffee.

“I ran here.”

Kendall wags her brows. “Have fun going out last night?”

“Nope.”

I say it way too quickly, but I cover it by shoving some toast in my mouth. Kendall eyes me, but if she suspects something, she lets it go. I will tell her about losing my v-card—probably, at least. But not now. Not on her freaking wedding day.

Instead, we laugh, we joke, we stuff our faces with croissants and bacon and eggs and coffee. And for a little while, I actually do think of something besides how fucking amazing my stranger was, and how wild it is to not be a virgin anymore. Eventually though, there’s a knock at the door, and the wedding planner walks in smiling.

“Morning ladies!” she beams. “Ready for the stylists?”

I glance at my friend. “Still feel like marrying my dad?”

“Yup.”

I giggle. “Then let’s go get our hair done.”

A couple of hours later,in my maid of honor dress, I step up onto the small altar set up by the beach, under some palm trees. The crowd is starting to fill in their seats, and I grin as my dad walks up.

“Hey kiddo,” he smiles. He looks positively giddy, which for a gruff alpha-type like my dad, is hilarious to see.

“Hey yourself,” I grin back as I hug him tightly. “You ready?”

“Absolutely,” he beams before frowning slightly. “I’m just wondering where my fucking best man is.”

My brow furrows. “Wait Javier isn’t here yet?”

Javier is my dad’s right-hand man at his hedge fund, though they know each other from before that, I guess. He used to work for my dad at some other job, before joining his hedge fund, but dad’s always been vague about whatever it is. I’ve actually never met the guy, I just know he’s a finance guy like my dad, and a military vet like him too. He’s also my dad’s best friend, and currently, his best man.

“He’s here as in, in Thailand, but he’s been MIA since last night.”

I frown. “Well, I’m sure he’ll be here.”

Dad nods and smiles at me.

“Hey, by the way, that cake…” he whistles, and I grin.

“You saw it?”

His grin widens. “Tasted it, too.”

“Dad!” I punch him in the arm as he laughs. “That’s bad luck!”

“I thought it was seeing your bride before the wedding in her dress that’s bad luck?”

“Yeah, well, so is leaving finger swipe marks in my freaking cake,” I grumble.

Dad chuckles. “Well, I’m just saying, if you ever go pro and want investors, I want in on the ground floor. You’re seriously talented, Ames.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s just a hobby, dad.”

“Model trains and collecting baseball cards are a hobby. What you’ve got is a serious gift. I mean it, kiddo.”

“Thanks, dad” I grin.

He sighs and puts his hands on my arms. “Listen, Amy, I know none of this has been easy for—”

“Dad,” I sigh, shaking my head and smiling back at him. “For the last freaking time, I’m happy for you guys.”

He chuckles. “Not what I was going to say, honey. I just wanted to say thank you.”

“For?”

“For being great. For being the best daughter a guy could ask for.”

I grin. “Well, I do my best.”

He chuckles and gives me a hug, when suddenly he sighs and pulls back, looking past me.

“Well it’s about fucking time, man. You know this thing is about to start, right?”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, buddy. I got caught up this morning and then had to play damage control for some shit back at the office. We’re all good though.”

I freeze.

Hang on.

That voice. That purr. That slight gravel to the baritone. The man brushes past me, and my dad goes for the handshake, but the guy laughs and gives him a hug instead, clapping him on the back.

“Anyways, I’m here, and I’m so happy for you, man. I’m proud of you too.”

Dad chuckles, pulling away from the dark-haired man. My heart starts to beat faster, and my face pales as I try and tell myself “no fucking way.”

“Thanks, man,” dad says with a grin.

“And I am sorry I’m late.”

“Hey, you’re here.” Dad’s eyes suddenly glance past him at me. “Oh, Javier, I’d like to finally introduce you to Amy.”

Javier is grinning as he turns to me, but suddenly, it drops from his face like a rock. We both pale, and my heart skips a beat.

Oh fuck me sideways.

“Amy…” he croaks out, his eyes wide and the color draining from his face.

My dad beams proudly. “Javier, meet my angel, my daughter.”

Javier. My mystery man from last night, who I gave my virginity to, and who rocked my entire world, is Javier—my dad’s right-hand man and best freaking friend.

“Pleasure to meet you, Amy,” he growls quietly, his voice edged. He puts his hand out, and I take it. The touch sends a shiver down my spine, and a swell of heat through my core.

“Nice to meet you too,” I croak out.

“Best man, meet maid of honor!” Dad chuckles, clapping his hands together. “Alright, we ready to do this?”

I blink as my hand drops from Javier’s, but our eyes stay locked.

“Uh, yeah,” he murmurs emptily. “Yeah, let’s, uh, do this.”

“Totally,” I choke out.

I stare at Javier, and instantly, my mind is flooded with every fucking detail of last night and this morning—every touch, every lick, every aching moan and fevered thrust. And I can still feel him in my panties, dripping from my pussy, just like he wanted.

The wedding planner ushers us to our places, and the music starts. I glance over, past my dad and the minister, and I blush deeply as I realize Javier is looking right back at me. I quickly look ahead, my face burning as a mix of cringe-worthy embarrassment and burning hot desire flood through me.

Oh, this is not good. Not good at all.