“I’m best friends with these lovely people, and let me just say that I wouldn’t just approve of anyone for Blake, but with Sienna, I was practically just as giddy as Blake was when he started dating her—and yes, I said giddy, mind you. Let’s toast to my lovely friends, may you both forever be blessed with love and happiness, good health, babies and more instantaneous shagging that you both enjoy so much. Blake and Sienna everyone!” Toby cheered on red from alcohol.
He was grinning as he toasted my champagne flute. “Congratulations mate! I know yours will be a success. Love like yours are hard to find.” Toby tapped my shoulder. A flicker of sadness crossed his eyes, before he looked at woman across from us.
Lucy. Of course.
Amelia was supposed to come, but Toby insisted she stay home, because he simply couldn’t deal with the fact that Lucy was going to be here.
The night progressed as I imagined it would be. Sienna and I danced, laughing and drinking. It felt great—no—it felt perfect. When the older guests started to depart, that’s when Sienna and Chad started to dance on their own.
“Can you believe I married to that man?” Luke shook his head, in total wonderment, as Chad started to dance saucily, basically giving Lucy a lap dance.
Toby snorted, taking out a cigarette. “You guys are in love. Nothing else matters, is all.”
“Back to your habit? Since when did you start smoking again?” I threw him a look. Toby was unhappy, it was obvious, but he needed to get his shit together.
He took a long pause, inhaling the stick, eyes on Lucy. “When she told me to f**k off. I gave this up for her. Cancer sticks, she said. Guess, I could well be on my way to the grave.” Toby muttered, sucking more on his cancer sticks. “Love. All for bloody f**king love. I call it bollocks!”
When Sienna, Chad and Lucy came to join us, I saw the hateful stare Lucy was giving Toby, but didn’t say anything about the ciggies.
Sienna cleared her throat, standing. “Excuse me, may I have all of your attention please!” She grinned down at me when I look alarmed.
Hell. This woman was drunk. Drunken speeches from women were dangerous. “Sienna, sit down.” I hissed, trying to pull her close, but she tapped my hand away, laughing. Fuck.
“I’m going to keep this short, because I am without a doubt drunk, but I just want to make a toast, to my gorgeous sexy beast, Blake Knightly.” She winked at me. “He loves like no other. Commands like no other, but most of all shags like no other. I love you, boo.” Sienna giggled, before flinging herself towards me, then French kissed me right in front of all these people.
“Sienna. Sienna. Sienna. What the hell am I going to do with you?” I peered at her happy face, skin flushed, glowing, and eyes with stars in them.
“Let me sing once then you can take me home.”
What? Fuck. “Cara, per favore, stay seated. Anything really—just stay away from the mic.” I begged, sobering up quickly.
Chad interrupted. “Don’t be a sour puss puss, Blakeypoo. Let her have a blast. Who cares? You’re going to enjoy it anyway.”
“Yeah, love. Give us a nice number. I need to see happiness cause staring at Lucy is just too depressing.” Toby muttered, darting Lucy a glare.
“Fuck you.” She spat back.
Toby looked up, studying her. “I would love to.”
That truly shut Lucy up. She looked a tad confused like she was going to make a smart retort but a part of her wanted to say yes, before glancing away.
“Luce,” Toby whispered, before standing up and went to her. “Talk to me.” He held out his hand, but Lucy just pretended he wasn’t there. Toby shook his head, cursed then went back to his seat.
Sienna was requesting a song by Al Green, before we heard Toby’s phone ring and vibrate on the table.
“Great!” Toby sighed, taking the call. “How are you this lovely evening, wife? Miss me already?” He forced a laugh, making Lucy look at him again. “Yeah she’s here, alright. You need not fret. I can’t cheat because she doesn’t want me. So, you should rejoice. You’ve trapped the perfect candidate.” He cut the call, shoving the phone in his pocket.
Chad reached out, tapping his hand. “Baby, be strong.”
When I heard the requested song being played, Borderline by Madonna, I got up and swept Sienna off of there so fast; she didn’t even see it coming. “Thank you all for coming! Have a lovely evening.” I shot out, Sienna on my shoulder.
“Put me down!” She demanded.
I handed my ticket to the valet before I responded to her. “Not until you’re inside the car woman.”
Once my car was brought, I immediately placed her carefully in the passenger’s seat, securing her seatbelt on before facing her, inches apart. “I love you, but you and alcohol during important events, do not mesh together, poppet.”
“But it’s Madonna!” She rebuttal when I was closing her door, rounding towards the other side, sliding in to join her.
I merely shrugged, bringing the Aventador to life, before I shifted gears and marveled at the purring engine. It kicked and sounded like a beast. I needed to get another one in London too. Sports cars were another thing I enjoyed riding—apart from Sienna.
She remained mum until she requested I stopped the car on the side mountain, the sea across us. “Stop!”
Did she need to puke? “Are you sick? Dizzy? Do you want some fresh air? Tell me what to do, I’ll try to make you feel better.” I asked, before killing the engine. She was seriously past drunk.
“Yeah, could you lower down your seat and unzip your pants and pull out your cock, please?”
Hell. Am I the one drunk or did she just request the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my life?
“Seriously! Did you have to think about it!” Sienna was immediately straddling my lap, unzipped my pants, lifted herself and slid down my shaft with a contented sigh.
Christ, she was so wet, I noted as she started to rock me, before I slowly lowered the seat, angling her better. “Sienna, how you drive me mad.” I groaned as she picked up pace, seeking my lips.
“Baby, make me come, please.” She moaned out.
Giving her what she wanted, I placed on hand on the hip, and the other on her neck, driving and pummeling hard into her slippery cunt, before I surrendered to my own completion. “I love your spontaneity.”
“I love your peen.”
“You’re hopeless, cara.”