Authors: Jessica Daniels
Sweet Addiction
Sweet
Addiction
Jessica
Daniels
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Jessica Daniels. All Rights Reserved
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“Shit. Shit. Shit.
Joey? I need you!” I’m flustered and running late as usual, frantically trying
to zip up my new black strapless dress and failing miserably. “Damn it, Joey.”
Throwing my hands in
the air in frustration, I step into my favorite black pumps and run downstairs
into the bakery, my bare back completely exposed. Joey, my assistant and dear
friend, is leaning his tall perfectly tailored suited frame against the doorway
and watching me amusingly. A winning smile spreads across his face and if I
wasn’t so rightly irritated, I would have stopped to appreciate just how
handsome he looks.
“What the fuck? Can you
zip me up please so we can go? The cake should have been delivered over an hour
ago.”
He pushes off the wall
and moves towards me, his expression softening. “No, dear, it’s already been
delivered.”
My back straightens as
the cold metal of the zipper slides up my spine. “What? No it hasn’t.”
“Yes, it has.” His
hands grip my shoulders and spin me. “I dropped it off myself because I knew you
would be freaking out up there getting ready and making us late.”
“Really?” I ask,
staring up at him unconvinced.
He nods. “Really,
cupcake.”
Smiling and reaching
up, I kiss him quickly on his freshly shaven jaw. “You’re the best, you know that
right?”
“I know.” His eyes run
down my body and I feel my cheeks heat up. “You look
amazing,
Dylan.
Seriously,” he wiggles his brows at me, “if tits did anything for me…”
I hold up my hand to
stop him, but teasingly mold my breasts and plump them up. “Yeah? They do look
fantastic right now don’t they?” He smiles down at me; his one dimple sucked in
tightly.
“You ready for this?”
he asks as he brushes my hair off my shoulder. “We can still back out. I’m all
for ditching this shit and going bar hopping instead.” His brow arches as he
searches my face, waiting for my response.
I exhale forcefully and
grab his arm, leading him towards the door. “No, we can’t ditch. Juls
will be pissed if we don’t show up. Besides---” we halt at the door and I grip
his massive shoulders, “---I thought you wanted to do bad things with men we’ll
never see again?” Slutty wedding sex awaits and I am more than ready to
experience it.
His eyes quickly light
up with mischief.
There’s the naughty Joey I know and love.
“Oh fuck
yes. Let’s do this, cupcake.”
**
Fayette Street is
buzzing with people, all wandering in and out of shops on this beautiful June
day. I lock up and spin around, seeing Joey stomping his foot irritatingly in
the direction of our transportation.
“Seriously, Dylan? Do
we have to take the van? This suit is
way
too nice for that thing and
you know what kind of cars those rich bitches will be rolling up in.” He
motions to his outfit with a sweeping hand as I walk towards the driver’s side.
“I’m sorry, but do you
have another suggestion? Your car is in the shop and this is my only mode of
transportation at the moment.” I open the door and step in, standing on the
ledge and looking over the roof at his scrunched up face. “And be nice to Sam.
He’s been through a lot lately.”
He lets out an
exhausted breath. “If I ruin this nice suit… and please explain to me why you
named this stupid thing. Who names their delivery van?” I ignore his last
comment and start it up, glaring at him as he climbs in to ward off any further
insults.
“Don’t make me put you
in the back,” I spat as I pull away from the curb towards an evening of
inevitable awkwardness.
**
“Holy shit. This
place is fantastic!” Joey shrieks as I pull onto the driveway leading up to
Whitmore Mansion, following a long line of expensive vehicles. I wince and rub
the steering wheel, preparing Sam for the looks he will undoubtedly receive.
“Oh for Christ’s sake. See. I fucking told you we would stand out like idiots.
Do you realize we’re sandwiched between a Mercedes and Lamborghini. A fucking
Lamborghini.” I swallow loudly. Joey’s right. My delivery van which is adorned
with swirls of cupcakes and icing splashes on both sides is completely out of
place here. I’m fairly certain we will be the only non-luxury vehicle in the
parking lot. My ringtone startles me and I quickly pull it out of my clutch,
hitting the speaker phone button.
“Hey, Juls.”
“Are you here yet? I’m
dying to introduce you to Ian and his entourage of insanely hot friends. HEY.
What are you doing? You should be rounding up the groomsmen. Jesus, do I have
to do everything around here?” I giggle at my best friend as we slowly inch
closer to the parking attendants. She’s usually very calm and collected, until
it’s close to show time.
“Please for the love of
Christ tell me that one of Ian’s ridiculously hot friends prefers cock to
pussy. I need to get laid and I needed it to happen yesterday.” Joey is
practically bouncing in his seat as I chuckle at him. There is nothing he
likes more than a wild no strings attached hookup. And weddings offered the
best situation for such thing. Especially weddings where there was free booze.
“Actually, his friend
Billy didn’t once glance at my boobs when I was leaning over Ian so you might
be good to go there, JoJo.” With that information, he pulls his visor down and
begins fixing his already perfectly coifed blond hair.
“We’re at the Valet
guys now so we’ll be right up.” I hit end and stop in front of three young boys
who eye up Sam questionably and glance between the three of them, silently
asking who wanted to drive it. I step out with my purse and walk towards them.
“Here, the clutch sticks so don’t be afraid to be rough with him.” Tossing the
keys to the one closest to me, I loop my arm through Joey’s and watch as the
two boys who didn’t have to drive Sam snickered at the one with the keys.
“It smells like
cupcakes in here.” My head falls back and I laugh at the valet attendant with
Joey as we follow the crowd into the venue.
To describe this place
as beautiful is an extreme understatement. Entering through rustic doors, the
floor plan opens up to a massive foyer with dim lighting given off by
Tiffany-inspired glass chandeliers. Stained glass windows surround both doors
and antique furnishings and artwork fill the room. Guests are making their way
down the hallway which leads into another large room, most likely where the
ceremony will be taking place. A grand staircase, wide enough for ten people to
walk side by side leads up to a second level and as I inhale, the scent of old
wood and calla lilies fill my lungs.
Damn it.
This wedding is
going to be beyond chic.
“There you are. Holy
shit, Dyl, you look incredible. Is that dress new and when can I borrow it?” My
beautiful best friend is adorned in a navy dress with an empire waist, her dark
chocolate brown hair pulled back into a chic bun. “Justin is going to shit a
brick when he sees you,” she whispers against my ear as she ends our hug. I’d
prefer it if he just dropped dead at the sight of me, but I’m not that lucky.
“Thanks. You look
amazing as usual. How’s the bride?” Her fingers fluff my blond waves that fall
past my shoulders and she leans in and gives Joey a kiss on each cheek.
“Annoying. Come on, you
both need to find seats and quickly. We’re about to start.” She grasps my hand
in hers and I pull Joey behind me as we walk straight back and into the room
labeled The Great Hall.
“Okay, where are all
the hot boys at?” Joey searches the room, practically bouncing on his feet. The
boy is on the hunt and has a predictable one tracked mind.
I shake my head at him.
“Could you please try and keep it in your pants during the ceremony? You are
technically
my
plus one and can wait to get all freaky with some lucky
man at the reception.”
“I make no promises,
cupcake.” He smooths his suit and wiggles his brows at me as Juls extends her
hand, pointing towards the left side of the room.
“See the man sitting
five rows back on the end with the ponytail?”
I laugh and her eyes widen.
“Ponytail? You didn’t say Ian had a ponytail?”
“Well he does. And he
lets me tug it when I’m coming.”
“Hot Damn. Get it,
Juls!” Joey begins fanning his face and I know I need to do the same. My cheeks
suddenly feel like they’re on fire. Although, I shouldn’t be that surprised at
my best friend’s comment. Between the three of us, we are all entirely too
obsessed with the male appendage.
“Anyways---” she
continues with a tone, “---the three equally delicious looking men next to him are
all his colleagues. And Billy---” she meets Joey’s anxious eyes, “---is the one
next to the two empty seats. You guys better hurry up and grab them before
someone else does. Oh shit.” She glances down at her watch and pushes us
forward into the room. “Sit. Hurry.” She clicks away on her heels as I stare
down the center aisle where the bride will be walking down any minute.
Shit.
I can’t walk down that aisle to my seat. That has to be some kind of weird
karma to walk where the bride of your ex-boyfriend is about to walk. No thank
you. I do not need that kind of bad luck.
“Come on.” I grab
Joey’s sleeve and pull him with me towards the left side of the room, walking
quickly up the rows of chairs until we stop at the fifth row. Ian, Mr.
Ponytail, glances up and smiles at me.
Ooohhh he is cute
. “Excuse me,” I
say softly. I step between his long legs and the chair in front of him, trying
to quickly make my way to the two empty seats. There isn’t much space to wiggle
through and I inwardly laugh at the thought of my six foot two muscly assistant
doing the same shimmy right behind me. The lights start to dim, indicating that
the ceremony is about to start so I move faster, Joey pushing up against my
back.
“Oh shit.” My heel
slips on the arm of a suit jacket that is hanging on the back of a chair and I
fall backwards, crashing straight into the lap of the man sitting two seats
down from Ian. His hands quickly grab my waist and I gasp at the contact.
Oh
great. Good job, Dylan.
Glancing down slowly, I see the sexiest pair of
hands I’ve ever laid eyes on. They’re big; his fingers long and tightly
gripping my hips. Slightly tanned skin contrasting beautifully with my black
dress and I hear a few muffled laughs coming from behind and either side of me.
My eyes flick up to meet Joey’s who is grinning widely, glancing behind me
amusingly at whoever’s lap I am sitting in. I stand up quickly and spin,
getting the first real look at the man my ass is now acquainted with. “Oh
shit.” I gasp, seeing a small smile form at the corner of his perfect mouth.
Oh
God I want that mouth on me.
Full and pink with a predominant slit running
down the middle of the bottom one. His tongue darts out and slowly licks it.
Whoa.
“You already said that,
love.”
Holy fucking shit that voice. Are you kidding me with that voice?
Low
and sweet, I can almost taste it. My eyes quickly scan the rest of his face as
Joey nudges me in the back, urging me to move forward.
Fuck him. He can wait
a second and allow me to marvel at this spectacle in front of me.
His body
is fit, built, and definitely makes good use of a gym membership. Perfectly
disheveled dark brown hair that is slightly grown out, striking green eyes that
are glued to mine and a strong jaw.
Jesus, is this guy for real?
He could
be a fucking model with these looks.
“I… uh… I… sorry.”
Swallowing loudly after my poor attempt at a sentence, I move quickly and fall
back into the chair closest to the aisle, my chest heaving rapidly in my dress.
“What the fuck was
that?” Joey whispers as he sits down next to me, blocking my view entirely of
the hottest guy I have ever seen in person.
“I don’t know. I fell.”
“You are such a whore
you did that on purpose. Christ on a cracker he’s hot.” Joey leans back a bit
and I meet the man’s eyes briefly before I drop my head, my cheeks instantly
flushing. “Did he get hard? Is he huge? He looks huge.”
I cover my mouth after
a loud gasp escapes. “Jesus, you have zero filter. Thank God we aren’t in a
church. He does look huge though right?” We giggle and make crude gestures at
each other as the wedding party music begins to play.
“I bet he’s bigger than
Justin,” he teases and my eyes widen.
“Are you serious? The
ring bearer is probably bigger than Justin.”
His mouth falls open.
“I fucking knew he had a little dick. You never admitted it.”
“Yup.” I wiggle my
pinky finger at him and he cracks. “We should have gotten Sara a dildo as her
wedding gift. She’s gonna need it.”
Oh My God.
Joey mouths as I glance up to the front of the room. My eyes instantly fall on
Justin who is now standing next to his groomsmen.
Fucking hell he
looks good. I was hoping he got fat.
“You okay?” Joey
whispers and I nod, slowly turning in my seat so that I can see the bridesmaids
walk down the aisle. They are all wearing peach-colored dresses that sweep
along the floor with each step they take. I smile at the flower girl as she
sprinkles petals along the path and settles up front with the rest of the
party. The room is beautiful, everything in white and coral. Tall crystal
cylinders line each row of chairs and small lit votive candles float in the
water they held. Calla lilies are spread throughout the room in vases, on
tables, and each bridesmaid clutches one. With the change of the music, the
guests all rise to their feet and turn their heads towards the back of the
room. My eyes meet Juls’ immediately as she stands by the door.