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  My mum and dad met when they were eighteen and have been together for twenty-nine years. They have three children, Samantha, my older pain in the arse sister, Martin, my baby brother, and me. Martin passed away three days after he turned six. He accidentally ran out in front of a car to get his ball. Just thinking of him makes me tear up. My only brother killed because of a ball.

  Thankfully, the doctors say he died straight away so he wasn’t aware of what was happening. But I’m aware. I remember it all too well and now wish we had not been there. It was my fault; I wanted to play at the park that day. If I had not asked to go, he would never have been there. He would still be alive. I saw everything, but wish I hadn’t. I remember the car— the colour, make, model. Everything about that day. It was like watching a film when everything happens in slow motion. Mum ran after Martin to stop him, but she couldn’t get there in time. Understandably, she’s never gotten over losing him. She was diagnosed with severe depression and admitted to the hospital after his death. Martin was a very bright lad with a heart of gold, he loved football, and he wanted to be a science teacher when he grew up. I wish he could be here to help me on my big day and to be one of Rich’s ushers.

  My older sister is the complete opposite of me. Samantha has a very kind heart, but she can be a pain at times. She will help you do anything as long as it’s done her way and convenient for her. The only feature we share is eye colour that changes to a darker colour when we get angry. Samantha has shoulder-length brown hair while I have blonde hair. Even with only two years separating us, she looks nothing like me. If one more person tells me we look alike, I will cry. We are two different people.

  Chapter One

  31 Days to Go

  I am so glad that I don’t have to work today. After the past five days, I look forward to resting and spending some time doing what I need to do. I plan to spend the day ordering the rest of the gems for the tables. I have chosen little pink and black scattering gems to add just the right amount of sparkle to the crisp, white linen tablecloths at the reception. Earlier, I ordered a nice baby pink cloth runner to go down the middle of each table to contrast all the other accessories, which are bright pink. For the centrepiece on each adult table, I have bought glass bowls to fill with water and star-shaped candles. The children’s tables will display bowls with fairy lights rather than candles for safety reasons. I fell in love with these decorations within minutes of seeing them featured in other wedding pictures.

  Tonight, I am making a lovely meal for my fiancé Rich and me. I wanted to plan an intimate candlelight dinner for us before the stresses of the wedding hit. I am cooking all of Rich’s favourite foods, steak with mushrooms, chips and onion rings, and cheesecake for dessert. I don’t really like cheesecake, so he can have the entire thing for himself. I have placed a couple of bottles of his favourite beer in the fridge for when he gets home from work. I don’t like beer, and he doesn’t like wine. Cooking makes me happy, but I can’t bake. That’s where Megan comes in useful. I love her homemade cookies. I might see if she can make some for me. I send her a quick text.

  Hi Megan, any chance the next time you bake that you can make me some cookies? Luv ya XX

  Megan has gone away to London for a few days with her boyfriend Mark. She is due back early tomorrow morning or late tonight, depending on what they planned to do today. They have gone to attend the christening of the son of one of Mark’s closest friends. That was yesterday. It’s the first time Megan will have met any of his colleagues. She wanted to make a good impression, so I spent hours dress shopping with her before we found an amazing, red halter neck maxi dress with little butterflies all over it. Megan looked gorgeous in it when she tried it on. We picked out a tie in the same shade of red for Mark so they would look like a real couple. I can’t wait to see some pictures from the event. I was hoping she would have sent a few last night, but I bet she got busy.

  She is due to meet Mark’s family on her next visit. I know she is worried they will not like her. Megan has such a great personality; I don’t understand why she thinks they will dislike her. I believe she is more afraid of his family not accepting Lucy, her daughter. She met Mark’s sister, Mia, a few weeks ago when she came here for a visit. Mia agrees with me that Mark has been really good for Megan. He has looked after her as much as he can. He makes her happy, but I can tell she is worried that he is going to leave her one day. At that thought, my mobile signals an incoming text from her.

  Hi Jenny, I will do some when I get back. Miss ya. XX

  I can’t help but laugh. I knew she would do it for me. She is such a gem. I want to find the perfect thank you gift for her for the wedding. It needs to be something extraordinary like her, more than just the necklace all my other bridesmaids will receive. Megan is special and I want her to know what she really means to me. I really don’t think I could make it through some days without her.

  I grab my laptop from under the coffee table and log onto the internet. I take my pen and little purple notepad that contains the amounts of everything I need for the wedding. The other week Mia sent me a link for gem stones. I plan to order them from the website. They will arrive within twenty-four hours of placing the order, which means I can pack them into my box as soon as I receive them. Yes, I’m an organised freak regarding all wedding plans. I have several clear plastic boxes labelled and filled with everything needed for each venue. I think Megan might be rubbing off on me.

  I order the gems and then go into my search engine and type “maid of honour thank you gifts”. Let’s see what ideas pop up. I can’t pick just one because there are so many different choices. I know she will not be expecting anything and will probably tell me off for wasting money on her. I settle on a gift box to place lots of different gifts inside. That will be special to her because she loves keepsakes. I order a key charm and a personalised pink, circle pendant engraved with the wedding date and her name. It looks perfect. As I continue searching, I order a wine glass and a black photo frame with little pink butterflies adorning the corners. Of course, all these items receive personalised touches. I’ll add her necklace to the box as well and I may even find more items before the wedding.

  That’s all done, so now I just have to purchase the survival kits for my bridal party. The survival kit is a black cotton bag embellished with gems that spell out their title in the wedding. It will contain everything each girl might need before or after the ceremony, over twenty different items, including the necklace, tissues and boob tape. The kit will also come fully stocked with condoms to prevent any ‘accidents’ from occurring, even though I think it would be something special if a little baby were conceived on my wedding night. I even impressed myself and made some little name tags to tie to each bag.

  Lucy is a bridesmaid for me, too. I have ordered her a baby gown that reads “Lucy is the Best Little Bridesmaid Ever”. I can’t wait to see her in it. I know she will not wear her little bridesmaid dress all day. The dress is white with a little pink band around the middle that ties into bow at the back. She will look adorable in it.

  I glance towards the clock. I need to begin preparing dinner before my loving hubby-to-be gets home. It will not take me long though, since most of it’s pre-made and just needs to cook, but I do need to make the cheesecake.

  Chapter Two

  I finish preparing dinner, shower, and paint my nails a red colour all before Rich returns from work. For the first time in ages, I even manage to shave everywhere without cutting myself. My biggest fear is just before the wedding I’m going to cut my legs while shaving. I have thought of waxing, but I don’t think I can cope with the pain. I know people say that pain is just part of looking beautiful, but I’m not so sure about that one.

  I made a speech prior to booking the wedding date that there would be no sex the week before we get married. I want our wedding night to be special. Now, I think I will be struggling with this decision. I plan to make sure I get plenty before our wedding week begins. I am wearing Rich’s favour
ite little black halter dress that barely covers my bum and shows just enough of my cheeks to drive him wild. He loves it. I have been a little bit naughty. Okay, very naughty. I am not wearing underwear and have added my black stilettos. Perfect. My hair is down, exactly the way he likes it, and I’m not wearing any makeup. This is how my baby likes to see me.

  “Honey, I’m home!” Rich yells as he comes through the door, looking all hot and sweaty from his run. He always goes for a three to five mile run after work. He is a fitness freak sometimes, so I would love for him to take a day off from running once in a while.

  “Hi,” I say, leaning against the doorway in a suggestive manner, my arm above my head in the full-on come and get me pose.

  “Oh. Wow, are you trying to kill me, Jen?” He winks.

  “Never.” I giggle, hoping I am killing him. I plan to make that man work his arse off after dinner.

  “Quick shower and I am all yours, baby girl,” he says, placing a little peck on my lips before smacking my bum and running up the stairs.

  Rich began calling me baby girl the second time we saw each other. I can’t help but blush when he says it, even after all this time together. I sit myself on a bar stool in the kitchen and wait for him. He is only gone for five minutes because he takes quick showers when I am not with him. If I didn’t have a nice meal planned, I would join him. I might take him for another one later.

  “I am back, baby girl,” Rich announces as he walks into the kitchen wearing only black trousers. His bare chest is on full display and his perfect back is sparkling from water trickling down it. His hair is also wet. He looks so fuckable. Food first. We need to eat first, I try to convince myself.

  “Are you ready for something to eat?” I question.

  “Yes, always.” He pauses. “Food later. You now.” He places his lips straight on mine. While tilting my head back, his tongue slides straight into my mouth and his hand gently pulls my hair. I let out a little moan. He is an amazing kisser.

  He releases me. “Upstairs now, baby girl.”

  “Oh, really?” I tease, placing my hands on my hips and pushing my chest out farther while trying to keep a straight face.

  “Yes, or I am going to take you here on the breakfast bar.” He winks.

  “Well, it does need christening.” I giggle.

  “That’s it.” Rich slips his arms around me, lifting me up onto the wooden breakfast bar situated in the middle of the kitchen. This is where I’m going to regret not closing the blinds. I just hope no one walks past or comes to the door. They will catch us right in the middle. Just the thought of being caught makes me blush.

  “Oh, no knickers,” Rich says, sliding his hand up my inner thigh, slowly making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end.

  I lean, arching my back more. Oh, he is such a tease. He kisses his way down my thigh, calf, and ankle. Oh, man. He stands straight, walking in between my legs and pulling me up. Our eyes lock, and I feel his hand reach around my neck, untying my dress. His arms slip down my sides, grabbing hold of the bottom of the dress and pushing it over my head.

  “You’re perfect, Jen,” he says, placing his lips back on mine. His hands travel to my breasts and his fingers find my nipples, squeezing them gently. Mmm. His lips leave mine, moving straight onto my neck, and trailing little kisses down to my breasts.

  “Baby girl, I am going to make you scream tonight,” he says before he moves to the other nipple.

  I can’t talk. I just lean farther back, pushing my chest more into his mouth. His hand moves around to support my back, and I feel his fingertips walking up and down my spine. His lips leave my nipples, going down my body to my navel, his tongue flicking over my belly bar. He knows how much I love his tongue travelling all over me, exploring me. His hand continues to explore, reaching my pussy, his finger slowly rubbing over my clit. His tongue leaves my navel going straight to my pussy, planting a little kiss on the top. His finger stops rubbing my clit and he slowly slides it in, only one, making sure I am ready for him.

  “You’re so wet, baby,” he whispers, but all I can manage is a moan.

  He slowly pulls out his finger, only to insert four at once. Oh. This time he moves faster; his fingers slide in and out over and over again, while his tongue licks my clit and I begin to feel myself building.

  “You’re going to come soon, baby. Not yet,” he states, removing his fingers from me.

  “That’s… not… fair,” I reply while trying to catch my breath.

  “How would you like it?” He asks as I slowly sit myself up to look at him. He has dropped his trousers and stands before me with his cock in his hand. I lean to take hold of it. This is not like Rich. Where is all the fun foreplay? Is he afraid someone might see us? He’s wanted a lot of quickies recently, I can’t even remember the last time he let me give him a blow job.

  “Not yet,” he says pushing me back down. “Fast or slow?”

  “Fast,” I answer.

  He slowly sides the tip of his cock into me, teasing me. Sometimes, I forget how big he is. He continues at a gentle pace, picking up speed as my body adjusts to him. Oh, man. He pulls me farther off the bar and starts pumping faster and faster. One hand is squeezing my bum, the other playing with my nipples. He knows exactly what I like. Oh, baby.

  “I’m going to come,” he announces between breaths.

  I am so close. I hope he can hold on.

  “Arghhhh!” He yells.

  He slowly slides himself out before placing his tongue on my clit, sucking me, his fingers sliding back in me.

  “Ohhh, yeah, arghhhhh.”

  Rich stands beside me and picks me up with my legs hanging over his arms. “Bed, baby girl,” he whispers into my ear as he carries me up the stairs. I reach out pushing our bedroom door open. He gently lays me down on the bed before climbing in beside me.

  I turn to face him. “Jen, sleep time, baby,” he says, placing a little kiss on my head before turning around.

  That’s not normal. Rich never does that. He always wants to cuddle first and then sleep, if not round two before sleep. Why is tonight different? What about the lovely meal I made? He never turns down food; he loves to eat everything. It just doesn’t make any sense at all. What is wrong with my baby boy?

  I try to talk to him, but he ignores my questions. I lie there confused and wait for him to fall asleep. He curls up into a little ball on the other side of the bed, looking so cute and peaceful. I just want to curl up behind him, but something’s not right. I climb out of bed and make my way to the shower with tears rolling from my eyes. I have so many unanswered questions.

  Chapter Three

  30 Days to Go

  The next morning, I awake to find Rich already gone. He didn’t wake me up. He always wakes me before leaving for work. His morning routine consists of placing a kiss on my forehead and neck before making my brew, then chatting with me while he gets changed for work. This has always been great for me, lying in bed watching him, his body so toned. Something is not right. He wouldn’t let me touch him last night at all. He always lets me take my time feeling him, stroking him, sucking him. Last night was so different. He made me feel like a blow up toy, not a person.

  I am not going to let it get to me though. Tonight is my hen do. Unfortunately, I have some two-hour training at work before I party with my girlies. I hope the training will either take my mind off things or help me sleep.

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  I know it is more of a tradition to have a hen party the week of the wedding, but I wanted to have it early so that I would have plenty of time to get over the hangover I am anticipating. Megan’s only orders were that I needed to be ready to leave by six and dressed to party. That is not much to go on, so I choose to wear a white, thick backless halter neck dress. The bottom of the dress is a dark blue flowing skirt that is very short, of course. Nothing but short skirts for me. It has a lovely sequined waistband. I love my legs and this dress shows them off perfectly. Megan always tells me that she would
pay millions for my legs, but she has amazing legs herself. She just doesn’t believe me.

  I can’t wait to see what Megan has planned. Lucy is staying with Megan’s mum for the night, so we will have no interruptions, only fun. This is our first girl’s night with no ties in ages. I plan to leave my hair down and finish off my outfit with some black strappy heels that lace up the ankle.

  “Perfect,” I say to myself as I stand in front of the full-length mirror, turning around to make sure everything is in place. I head downstairs to the front room just as Megan appears at the door. It must have been fate that she showed up at the same time, and as always, early.

  “Hey, honey, you look beautiful,” I state, smiling at her while moving her hair off her bare shoulders.

  “Thank you, but how amazing do you look? You look like you’re going to go on the pull.” She winks.

  “Well, only thirty days till I am not allowed to pull.” I giggle.

  “Right. Get your keys. It’s time to have some fun,” Megan informs me. She is bossy as always, but I love her for it.

  I grab my bag and coat and watch Megan walk to the door. I am happy to see she has her legs out. Mark is so good for her. She is wearing a purple strappy dress with a thin ribbon under her amazing chest and a little bow at the side which links to the top of the ruffle section down the front. Megan has curled her hair tonight. It has angelic curls in it, and she looks so gorgeous to have given birth only three months ago.