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Mandy
The sounds of the rehearsal dinner in full party mode grew distant as I walked further up the beach. The sun had set hours ago, the dark sky and the water could meet in secret now and I couldn’t look away. I’d always loved the ocean, and tonight with the stars twinkling beautifully, it was magnificent and soothing.
Tonight though, everything made me think of Ammo. Probably because this was the first time I’d hung out with a big group of people that didn’t include my classmates or just a crowded bar. These guys, they were a family. Unconventional, sure, but undoubtedly family. They had each other’s back through all kinds of shit and, despite what I’d told Savior, I did envy it. It wasn’t something I’d pictured for myself, but to know you have that kind of support, I did miss having that. Or maybe I missed the memories of it. But Ammo, he’d had this, and that meant a lot to me, to know that we both didn’t walk alone all this time.
Still, it was so unfair. It should be Ammo getting married this weekend with a kid on the way, maybe a few nieces and nephews already that I would have spoiled.
“Hey, you okay?” Savior’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, his hand on my shoulder startled, then settled me.
“I’m as good as I ever am, Savior. Are you enjoying yourself?”
He laughed.
“More than I thought I would. They do know how to put on a party.”
His voice was warm, full of affection. One arm hooked around my waist and pulled me close.
“I’m happy for them.”
“Me too,” I told him quietly.
“I miss him too.”
His whispered words made me shiver, his warm beer-sweetened breath fanned across my neck. “Days like this, so much I can hardly stand it.”
“I’ve never been to a wedding or a wedding celebration before, but I can admit that Ammo has been on my mind a lot today.”
More since I came back to Vegas than he had in the months before I’d returned home.
“Never? I figured as a pastry chef you’d been to plenty.”
“The chef I apprenticed with didn’t do weddings unless they were megastars or royals. Mostly we did exclusive parties for the one percent, or the rich and powerful who visited the restaurant.”
He fell into step beside me and we kept walking along the water.
He whistled. “Sounds fancy.”
“Hardly,” I snorted. “But it’s nice to cook for people who appreciate really good food.”
“We all like good food.”
“Maybe, but some appreciate better food.”
He snorted his disbelief but I didn’t need to brag.
“When we’re back in Mayhem,” I said, “bring over two burgers from your favorite place in town, we’ll do a taste test.”
“You’ll cook naked?”
I laughed. “You have a one-track mind, Savior.”
“Well if my cock wasn’t so lonely this morning,” he pulled me close again, pressing my back against the cool rock structure that formed a small cove. “Maybe my mind would have more tracks to travel.”
“Or maybe you’re just a sex addict, ah!” I groaned when he slid one warm hand up my leg to my inner thigh and brushed his fingers over my pussy. “Shit.”
“That sounded like a yes,” he groaned, sliding my panties to the side as one finger, then two slipped inside. “But I’m willing to work for it.”
His mouth crashed down onto mine and I swear, in less than a minute his mouth and his fingers had my whole body shaking with intensity. His fingers plunged deep and fast, this thumb creating dangerous circles on my clit.
