Page 21 of Spinning Out Of Control

“Aw, Keeks, you’re not supposed to be the sentimental one! You’re the bad ass, that’s why you’re my maid of honor!” Rachel says while pulling me into a hug. I squeeze her, feeling a little shocked by her declaration.

“Wait. Maid of honor? Me? Seriously?”

“Well duh. It only makes sense. You introduced all of us. Kira, you’re the glue that keeps The Pussy Posse together. Of course you should be the one to stand next to me while I marry Amir today.”

My lip trembles, and the tears in my eyes are hanging on by a thread, ready to spill down my cheeks when Georgie shrieks and Rachel’s words catch up to me.

“Today? What do you mean today?” I ask as I look Rachel up and down. Her hair is curled in old Hollywood waves, her lips are painted cranberry red, and she’s wearing a simple but beautiful white sundress with matching white pumps.

Holy shit, how did we miss this? Rachel isn’t dressed like it’s her bachelorette party. She’s dressed like a bride.

We’re having a wedding today.

“Ah, you told them,” Am says as the guys catch up with us outside of the tattoo shop. Rachel smiles so wide, I’m surprised her cheeks don’t split.

“We’ve already got the license. Am’s mama and my dad are already at City Hall waiting for us. Dottie and G, you ladies are bridesmaids, too.”

“You’re serious? We’re having a wedding right now? And we all get to be bridesmaids?” Dottie asks. She and Georgie don’t seem to share my disdain for crying in public. They’re both openly letting the tears fall.

“Well, yeah. Why else would I have pulled mybridezilla card and made you all wear matching outfits?” Rachel asks as Am wraps an arm around her waist.

“Are you ready to become Mrs. Rachel Davenport-Salman?” he asks.

“Are you ready to become Mr. Amir Davenport-Salman?” she answers.

“Aww Am, you’re hyphenating your name, too?” Georgie asks, placing a hand over her heart.

“Sure. We both have great last names. Why should either of us have to choose one or the other?” Amir looks down at Rachel as if she’s the only thing in the world worth seeing, and my chest aches.

As if on cue, two blacked-out luxury SUVs pull up to the curb, and the seven of us pile into back seats and head to the center of the city.

The ceremony is quick and simple. Rachel’s dad walks her down the aisle, and a photographer snaps pictures while the bride and groom repeat simple vows. The judge pronounces them husband and wife, and Rachel is swept off her feet and into a searing kiss. In less than ten minutes, another one of my favorite people in the world has legally tied herself to another person.

Everything is changing. James and Georgie are already married, Am and Rachel have joined them. Before long, Dottie and Stephen will be headed down the aisle. There will be pets and kids and a slew of changes that I wouldn’t be able to stop if I wanted to.

I feel a little sad that my friends have found theirpartners and I haven’t. I hate that I’m upset that while Rachel, Dottie, and Georgie all get to go home with someone tonight, I’ll be going back to my quiet house by myself. I look down at my wrist, already finding a newfound appreciation for the cat tattoo on my skin. At least when I’m lying in bed alone tonight, I’ll be able to look at my tattoo and remember that I’m never really on my own as long as I have The Pussy Posse by my side.

10

WARREN

“Yes, baby. That feels so fucking good. Do that thing with your hips again. Yeah, like that, rock them back and forth. That’s a good girl, keep going.”

“Ren, oh my god. You feel so good. I’m so full, I’m so close, I’m–” Kira pants as she rides, picking up her pace to drag her clit along the root of my cock.

“Do it, Kira. Come all over me. Squeeze my cock with your tight little cunt.”

I dig my fingers into her hips, urging her on. Pleasure builds at the base of my spine, ready to snap. Kira throws her head back, moaning and bucking as she convulses, and then I–

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I bolt upright at the sound of my alarm, squinting as a beam of sun sneaks past my blackout curtains and straight to my corneas. This is the fourth time in a week that I’ve woken up the same way–covered in a sheen ofsweat, out of breath, and leaking from the tip of my rock-hard cock.

I’ve been haunted by the same dream for weeks. Every night, it’s the same thing. Kira, naked and wet on top of me, choking the life out of my dick with her pretty little cunt. And each time, it ends right at the climax. I never got to feel her squeezing around me as I drove into her in real life, and my sleeping subconscious never gets to finish.

Life is painfully unfair.

I groan and roll over onto my stomach, pressing my hips into the mattress to relieve a bit of the ache between my legs. But it’s no use. Bitter experience over the last few weeks has taught me that if I go into Spin Sync–where I’m surrounded by photos and videos of Kira, if not the woman herself–without taking care of my arousal first, my body will revert back into a teenager and I’ll spend the day trying to hide an erection from my employees.

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