Hunter
I kiss Faith on the cheek. “You look beautiful, darling.”
I put my hand on hers to stop my girlfriend from fidgeting with her dress. She’s been doing this since we left my house, and now we’re sitting in my truck in front of the Medina Grand Hotel.
I know Faith is nervous about her mother’s wedding, and I get it. Samantha seems like a handful, but my girlfriend is over-the-top nervous. Is there something else on her mind?
Thankfully, the beautiful brunette is getting a lot better with her confidence. I think she believes me when I tell her how great she looks, and when I compliment her curves. I’m glad, because I’m telling the truth, especially on today of all days. The light pink, low-cut dress she’s wearing has my cock twitching and my fingers dying to take it right off her.
“Thank you, Hunter,” Faith says quietly. “I’m sorry for being such a wreck. I guess my mother still does that to me,” she says in a trembling voice.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I get it. Today’s going to be a challenge, but that’s why I’m here by your side.”
Faith sighs, blowing out air between her plush lips.
“I know, and thank you again. But my mom – well, Samantha’s still crazy, let’s put it that way. I can’t believe she rented out such a huge ballroom for such a tiny wedding. If I’d known it was only going to be us, the bride and groom, and one of the groom’s friends, I never would have accepted the invitation. Ugh.” We’ve gone over this a few times since Faith found out about the minuscule guest list. “I should have guessed,” my girlfriend continues. “My mom doesn’t have any friends, and as a result, there’s no one to invite. It’s a miracle I’m even here, and I’m her daughter.”
“This will be good for you,” I rumble in a low voice, squeezing her hand again. “Challenges make us stronger.”
Faith sighs. “I hope so. But I wish my dad were here, just to have someone else. Anybody else!”
I chuckle low in my throat.
“Yeah, but it would’ve been awkward for an ex-husband to show up today of all days, don’t you think?”
Faith lets out another exasperated sigh.
“I know, I just would feel better with another target to take some of Samantha’s fire. This is going to be awful.”
I squeeze her hand. “Don’t worry, you’ve got me. I’ll be there.”
Faith finally looks up at me, a small smile on her lips. “I’m lucky to have you, Hunter. Thank you for coming, even after everything I’ve told you about my insane family.”
This time, when I kiss the buxom brunette, it’s full on the lips. She moans low in her throat, and my cock jerks in response. I’ll never get tired of Faith’s sweetness, and unbidden, my hand reaches up to cup one big breast. But then, Faith takes a deep breath. “Alright, I think we’ve wasted as much time as we can. The ceremony starts in ten minutes, so we better make an appearance.”
I grin.
“Sure thing, pretty girl.” Then, I get out and make my way around the vehicle to open her door. My eyes rake over Faith’s curvaceous form as she climbs out of the car, resplendent in her pink dress with pink heels that show off her long legs. I don’t know how I got so lucky with this incredibly gorgeous woman, but I’m going to be thanking God for a long time.
I hold out my arm and she places her tiny palm in the loop with a small smile.
“Shall we?”
Faith nods. “Yes, let’s.”
We walk into the hotel and follow the signs for the Randall-Fits wedding. It does seem like a waste of money to go to all this trouble when there are so few guests, but from what Faith has told me about her mother, Samantha doesn’t care about wasting money. She just likes getting her way.
“I guess this is it,” Faith says when we reach a door labeled with a sign that says ‘Randall-Fits.’
“Are you ready? It won’t be long, honey, and then we can leave.” She throws me a wry smile.
“I hope it’ll be short because I don’t think I could handle it if the ceremony drags on for hours.”
Laughing, I push open the double doors and sure enough, when we peer inside, there are only three people in the massive convention room: the justice of the peace, the groom, and the best man.
Faith waves to what must be her mom’s future husband. Georgie Fits seems alright, actually. Of course, he can’t be older than twenty-five with his soft, unlined baby face and fine brown hair swept over his forehead, but he seems nice enough. As we approach, he smiles excitedly.
“Hi, I’m Georgie!” he gushes. “I’m so glad to meet you, Faith! Your mother is just thrilled that you’re going to be here, and she’s told me so much about you.”
My girlfriend manages to be passably polite.
“Thank you, Georgie,” she says. “I’m looking forward to your wedding. May you live long and prosper.”
I choke a bit because that’s a line from Star Trek, but I manage to keep a straight face.
“Hi, I’m Hunter,” I manage in a growl. “Faith’s boyfriend. Pleased to meet you. So how did you meet Samantha, Georgie? We don’t know many details about your relationship, I’m afraid.”
The young man bobs with happiness, his smile reaching from ear to ear.
“Well, I was at my dad’s hotel in St. Louis and Samantha walked in because her car had broken down out front. It was love at first sight, I swear. She asked to use the phone because hers was dead, and I was able to help her out, and the rest is history! I can’t believe that was just four months ago.”
I manage to keep from gawking. “Four months? And now you’re getting married?”
Poor Georgie is so clueless that he nods excitedly. “Yes! We wanted to tie the knot immediately. Sometimes, you just know that you’re right for someone and they’re right for you, so why wait?”
I nod solemnly, trying not to smile. To be honest, there’s truth in his words because I would ask Faith to marry me right now if I thought she’d say yes. But from what I’ve gathered, her mother’s failed marriages have made my girlfriend gun shy, throwing a wrench into my plans.
Meanwhile, the best man slaps his friend on the back. “Don’t worry, Hunter, we already told this kid he’s crazy for tying the knot so fast, but he won’t listen. When Georgie sees something he wants, he goes for it like a true billionaire alpha male.”
Of course, there’s no one less like an alpha male than Georgie, but the young man merely lets out a high-pitched giggle. “Hey, it’s not my fault I’m a go-getter! I take after my dad. You know Georgie Senior doesn’t run one of the largest high-end hotel chains in the country by letting the world pass him by!”
Faith and I share another look. That confirms it: Samantha is only marrying this guy for his money. If I had to guess, Samantha quickly intuited that the man helping her with her phone was actually an heir to millions, and spun the situation to her advantage.
“Is the Medina Grand one of your dad’s hotels?” Faith asks slowly.
“You betcha!” her soon-to-be stepdad exclaims with excitement. “It’s actually the first one Georgie Senior opened, so you can imagine how excited we are to be here. Of course, Georgie Senior wanted to be here himself, but he’s convalescing from a heart attack, so that wasn’t in the books.”
But then, before we can get further into this conversation, the wedding march begins to play, and Faith and I hurry away to take our places at two folding chairs set up nearby.
“This is insane,” Faith whispers low enough so that only I can hear. “They’ve only known each other for four months? This is insane!”
I shrug with a smile. “You heard him. Georgie’s the scion of a rich family. Honestly, your mom was probably trying to tie the knot even faster.”
Faith rolls her eyes, but doesn’t reply because the double doors swing open majestically, revealing a woman wearing a scandalously short white dress. The décolletage is down to there, while the hem is up around her butt cheeks, and the whole thing drips with lace and crystals. Her face is obscured by a thick veil, but I shudder because my intuition is that Samantha will be caked with make-up underneath.
But instead of walking down the short aisle, the woman teeters in place. At first, I think it’s because she can’t walk in her six inch heels, but then she advances a few steps before stopping again, wobbling like a deer.
“Hunter?” comes a choked voice from beneath the veil. “Faith?”
I stare at the figure, whose face is still obscured. Why does that voice sound familiar? Then, the mystery woman tosses back her veil and stares at me with big blue eyes framed in spidery black mascara.
“Hunter? What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing at my wedding?”
I’m just as shocked, and stare back at the bride.
“Samantha?” I stammer. “What …?”
But Faith is now looking between us with a confused expression. “You know each other?” she asks. “But how? Mom, this is my boyfriend, Hunter. But how would you know each other? You’ve never met before!”
With that, the bride throws back her head to let out a long, cacaphonous peal of laughter.
“Never met? I wouldn’t say that.”
Two spots of bright red form on my girlfriend’s cheeks, and by now, Georgie has stepped forward in confusion too.
“Sammie, honey?” he asks. “What’s wrong?”
The bride merely lets out another ugly peal of laughter that seems to reverberate all the way to the rafters.
“Why Faith, please don’t tell me you’re dating this man. No, not him. Anyone but him.”
My girlfriend stares at her mother.
“But I am! Why? Is there a problem?”
By now, Samantha’s thrown down her bouquet and tossed aside her veil, showing off a long cascade of flowing platinum hair. Of course, it’s dyed because there are tell-tale brown roots around her temples and ears.
“Oh, Faith, Faith, Faith. When will you ever learn? You love your mama, I know, but this is too much. You shouldn’t have.”
By now, my girlfriend has steam coming from her ears.
“What the fuck is going on?” she grits through her teeth. “Someone tell me, otherwise I’m going to scream!”
With that, Samantha finally casts a devilish look my way.
“Why, Hunter is my ex-husband of course! Don’t tell me you didn’t know, sweetie. Hunter and I were married back in the day, which means that you’re dating your own stepfather! Who does that? Faith, you’ve always been a devious one, but I had no idea you were this twisted.”
With that, my girlfriend turns to me, her brown eyes filled with horror.
“You were married to my mom?” she whispers. “Oh my God!”
“Honey, I had no idea,” I begin in a rush. “If I had known, I never would have –”
“Boinked her?” Samantha asks spitefully. “Put your dick into a mother-daughter duo? Because really, who fucks both a mother and her daughter, Hunter?”
With that, I turn to the evil woman with murder in my eyes as my world comes crashing down.