Page 46 of Big Daddy Christmas
“You okay, Lottie-baby?”
“Yeah.” The color in Lottie’s cheeks darkened. “I’ve got bruises on my ass, and a plug in my ass, but I actually feel a lot better than I did. And it turns out I was making a big deal out of nothing because Braden was just doing what I’d asked him to do where Aria is involved.”
“That’s something, at least.” Frankie grinned. “And it turns out you aren’t the only one. Ruby’s going to be late, apparently she got into some mischief. At this point I’m going to be shocked if we don’t all end up walking down the aisle with red asses.”
Tears formed in Lottie’s eyes as she dissolved into giggles. “Oh my god. That is not what I had in mind when I said I wanted matching bridesmaids.”
“Yeah, well, with this group you had to know it was a possibility.”
“Fair enough.” Dragging in a deep breath, Lottie wiped at her streaming eyes. “Thank god we haven’t done makeup yet. I need a fucking mimosa.”
“Coming up. And we should get some protein in you, too. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.”
But instead of moving away, Lottie slipped her arms around Frankie’s waist and dropped her head to Frankie’s shoulder. “Thank you for being here and handling all of this. I don’t know how I would get through today without you.”
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
Chapter 8
Frankie
Ruby was still MIA, but Portia and Eva had shown up and were currently in the makeup artist’s chair. Frankie’s makeup was done and she was in the process of getting her hair curled within an inch of its life beside Aria. Despite being her father’s ‘Best Girl’, Lottie had insisted on including her and Cordelia in the getting ready portion of the day, and judging by how big she was smiling, it had been the right call.
Maybe Aria didn’t want another mom, but Lottie could definitely step in as a kick-ass older sister.
Just as Frankie was lifting her second mimosa of the day to her lips, the toy tucked inside her aching pussy flared to life for the fourth time that morning. Willing herself not to react, she smiled up at the hair stylist as she wound another lock of hair around the curling iron.
“Your hair is stunning, you know.” Erica beamed down at her as the wand worked its magic. “I have clients who would pay thousands for this exact color, especially with all these gorgeous highlights. Is this your natural color?”
“Yup.” Frankie gritted her teeth as another wave of teasing pleasure hit. “Carpets match the drapes and everything.”
Tossing her head back, Erica let out a long, loud laugh. “Oh, I like you. You’re the maid of honor, right?”
“Matron, technically.” Holding up her hand, Frankie wiggled her fingers so the light caught the ridiculously large diamond Holden had purchased for her when they’d eloped to Vegas.
“Is your husband in the wedding, too?”
“Yeah.”
Erica let out a deep, dreamy sigh as she went to work on a new section of Frankie’s hair. “That’s so romantic.”
Yeah. Romantic. If you think being tortured all day with a toy in your pussy is romantic.
Then again, judging by the stuff she saw online, there were probably a lot of people who would find it romantic. And she might have too, if she weren’t the one currently suffering through the torment.
As if he could hear her thoughts, Holden chose that moment to turn the toy up even higher and Frankie nearly screamed as pleasure turned to pain.
“Excuse me. I need to run to the bathroom.”
“Two seconds and this curl will be done.”
She waited out the two seconds that were really closer to thirty—she was counting—and then hurried back to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Pulling her phone from the pocket of the silky, emerald robe Lottie had gifted them all with, she tapped out another furious message.
* * *
Frankie
I swear to god if you don’t stop, Braden is going to have one less groomsman.
