Invisible Man (Completed ) ✅

♥ Seven ♥

           

I don't think so," Jordan replied huskily, rolling over and pushing inside of her all in one motion.  She shrieked loud enough to wake the dead.  Pinning her hands above her head, he used them to hold onto while he thrust inside of her.  After a few moments of that, he rolled over, pulling her with him.  "I want you over me," he said.  "You are no one's servant, no one's slave, and definitely not a slut."

She moved over him slowly, taking the head of him, then pushing down onto him entirely.  He groaned and played with her breasts as she teased him.  He reached down to play with her clit as she rode him, and she threw her head back.

"No!"  He said, feeling himself ready to come.  "Look at me.  Look at me as I come into you.  Look at me..." he grunted, not able to hold back.

"Oh...J...oh God...fuck..." she gasped as she came.  As her muscles contracted around him, he lost all control and had the most intense orgasm of his life.  She collapsed on top of him, and he rolled over so she lay beside him.

"I love you, Lacey ," he whispered as she drifted off to sleep.  "That douchebag will pay "

Oriana  awoke at six-thirty, unable to sleep a moment longer.  Her wedding was in five hours, and she had a lot to do.  In a little over five short hours, she would be Mrs. Donnie Wahlberg!  She smiled and stretched, wondering how Lacey's night had gone.

At about the same time, Lacey woke up to find herself in Jordan's strong arms.  Her face was pressed against his smooth chest, and they were both naked.  She groaned as she slowly sat up, trying to stop the room from swimming.  She had never had a hangover before in her life, and silently vowed to never have one again.  She looked down at Jonathan, peacefully sleeping.  He was so handsome.  Even in sleep, his face was tender, caring, and honest.

What had she done?

She peeled herself away from him and quickly pulled on the sweats and t-shirt she had brought along.  She smoothed some hair off of his forehead, and kissed his cheek.  She then went to call an uber .

She arrived at Oriana 's not long after, and let herself in with her key.  She could smell coffee, which she desperately needed, but the thought of anything else made her stomach flip.  She headed straight for the shower.

When she came down, she saw that Oriana  had made a huge breakfast, and it took everything she had not to begin retching.  She realized that it was going to be a long day.

"So, how was your night?"  Oriana  asked, humming as she dished up eggs.

"No!"  Lacey snapped as her friend tried to hand her a plate.  "Not eggs.  Toast, maybe, but not eggs."

"A little hung over, are we?"  Oriana  asked in amusement.  She placed wheat bread in the toaster, and turned to look at Lacey.  It was then she noticed the deep purple bruise on Lacey's face.  "Oh my God!  What happened?"

"Well, you know what a klutz I am to begin with?  Alcohol does not give me grace.  I fell, right into the corner of one of those coffee tables!"  Lacey lied, not wanting to ruin her best friend's big day.

"Well, that was dumb," Oriana  commented.  "How did everything go?"

'"Let's just say that it will be a night that neither I nor Joe will ever forget."

A few hours later, the men were in one of the Sunday school rooms in the church, doing their last minute preparations.  They had arrived early, to make sure that Donnie didn't see Oriana  come in.

Joe sat in a corner, his head in his hands.  Paul  had provided a portable coffeepot, and coffee continued to be made for the all-but-ill Joe, Jonathan, and Donnie.  Donnie didn't even notice his hangover.  He was excited about his soon-to-be wedding, but he also felt extremely guilty.  He couldn't quite remember what had happened the night before.  He hoped he hadn't cheated on Oriana .  His days of two-timing the girl he was with were long gone.

Jordan  sat at a small table and glowered at Joe whenever no one was looking.  When he woke up and realized that Lacey was gone, his heart sank into his shoes.  Maybe it was all a dream.  Maybe they hadn't slept together, and maybe Joe really hadn't hit the girl that he loved...

"So, everyone have a good time last night?"  Danny asked, straightening his bowtie.

"I didn't.  I got  kicked me out," Elijah  complained.  Donnie laughed.

"You know that your mother  would've had your ass for dinner tonight if she found out you were messing around with strippers!"

"They weren't strippers," Joe stated quietly.  "At least not all of them."

Danny, Donnie, and Jon looked at him questioningly.  Jordan silently begged Joe to keep quiet.  The guys didn't need to know.

"One of those girls, the one in blue, Scarlett.  It was Lacey."

"What?"  Donnie yelled.  Mark's mouth fell to the floor, and Danny almost dropped his bottle of apple juice.

"Yeah.  I guess she wanted to be sure she'd bag me."  Joe stared into his coffee cup.  "She did.  I gave her a lay she will never forget."

Jordan stared at him, not able to believe the lies coming out of his mouth.  He was sure that nothing had happened between Joe and Lacey.  She hadn't been upstairs long enough.

"See, Joe?  We told you that you should've asked her out long ago," Danny told him.  Joe shook his head.

"Nope.  We will never go out.  She's a little whore who got what she wanted and deserved: the fuck of her life," he said bitterly.

Jordan stood so quickly the chair flipped over.  He had to get out of that room.

As he ran through the door, he saw Lacey carrying makeup bags in from the car.  The women were going to do their last minute dressing at the church.  He hurried outside to her.

As she looked up at him, he saw the awful bruise on her cheek and realized that the night before hadn't been a dream.  Joe had abused this beautiful woman.

"Lacey..."

"No, J.  I don't want to talk about it.  I refuse to ruin this day for Oriana  and Donnie, and you know that's what will happen if we mention this."

"Fine, Lacey, we won't.  But you have to listen to me.  I have to warn you."  He took the boxes from her hands and set them on the roof of the car.  He held one of her hands in his, gently stroking her fingers.  She felt her insides begin to melt and willed herself to remain calm.

"What?"

"Joe's saying that you and he...that you slept together."

"But we didn't!"  She protested.  "I would never sleep with him and then..." she blushed, remembering everything that had happened with J.  Her hangover wasn't that bad.