Clutch & Taylor: The Wedding
Custom Culture #6
Tess Oliver
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
More Custom Culture
My Bachelor Sneak Peek
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
About the Author
Clutch & Taylor: The Wedding
Copyright © 2017 by Tess Oliver
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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One
Clutch
All of our heads popped up with interest at the sharp click clack of high heels on the cement floor of the garage. Mikey, my main mechanic, crowned himself on the open hood of the Camaro on the way up. He rubbed his head and muttered a long string of cuss words.
A tall, slim figure emerged from the blinding sunlight pouring in through the opening. We'd been together for three years, but Taylor still made my heart race every time she stepped into my line of view. And because I hadn't seen her in high heels since her brother Jason's wedding, my heart was beating extra fast. What I couldn't figure out was why the hell she was wearing a tightly shut trench coat on a hot California day.
Taylor waved at Mikey and his two assistants as she strutted confidently across the floor in her heels. Her green eyes held their usual wild sparkle as she stopped directly in front of me with a smile that I couldn't quite read.
"Hey, Inspector Gadget, what's with the spy coat?" I tilted my head to take a long, careful look at her smooth legs and high heels. "And those heels are giving me fucking heart palpitations." I sensed, without looking their direction, the guys were still having a long, careful look at the legs and heels too. "Put your eyeballs back in their sockets and get to work." I barked the order at them without taking my eyes off Taylor.
"So, I was at the design studio," Taylor started in without her usual hello kiss. "And I was working on the bridal collection which, by the way, is amazing. I finally finished putting the glass beads on the bodice and—"
"Taylor—"
"Right, I'm getting to the point." Her long lashes fluttered with a wink. "And I have a good one." Taylor Flinn, the younger sister of my friend and business partner, Jason Flinn, had been flirting with me since she was a teenager. And I'd tried like the devil to ignore her. The adult Taylor was much harder to ignore. Especially because by the time she turned eighteen, she'd taken full possession of my heart.
I found myself mesmerized by the bright pink lipstick on her lips as she spoke. She reached up and straightened the lapels on her coat, causing her shiny hair to bounce on her shoulders. My hands had spent more than their share of time wrapped up in her silky copper hair.
Taylor's hands wrapped around the belt holding together the coat. "I've been working on the honeymoon portion of the collection, and I thought I'd test its marketability."
The word marketability yanked me away from her pink lips and back to the choppy, hard to follow conversation. "I have no idea what the hell you are talking about."
Taylor sighed. "Jeez, you are thick sometimes."
Before I could respond, she untied the belt around her waist and opened up the panels of the coat, making sure what lay beneath was for my eyes only. The pearl white corset she was wearing stopped beneath her naked breasts, breasts that I knew like the back of my hand. Breasts that still stopped my breathing every time I thought of them. To finish off the look, she'd pulled on a shimmery, transparent pair of panties.
"Fuuuck."
"So, is that a yes on marketability?"
"Guys, take your lunch," I yelled over her head.
"But it's only ten," Mikey protested.
"All of you take your fucking lunch now or you’re fired." I heard the distant clang of tools being set down but still couldn't pull my eyes from the girl in front of me.
Taylor shut her coat. I grabbed her hand. Her heels clacked extra loud as I led her down the hall to my office. My steel toed boot left a dent in the bottom of the door as I kicked it open. I nearly broke the doorjamb as I slammed it shut behind us.
I yanked down hard on the blinds over my office window. Too hard. The cord snapped off in my hand. Taylor covered her mouth to hide her laugh as she stared down at the broken string in my hand.
"Fuck it." I tossed it aside. "I prefer the blinds down anyhow."
Taylor sat against the edge of the desk and leaned back on her hands, allowing the panels of the coat to part just enough to expose the tops of her breasts. My pulse was already pounding and that glimpse was all I needed. She reached down and started to push off the shoes.
"No," I said loudly enough to startle her. "Don't you fucking dare take those off." The words cracked out of my throat.
Her eyes were rounded as she lowered her foot back to the ground. Her rose colored nipples hardened as she pressed back her shoulders to push her breasts higher.
Taylor's giggle sounded slightly nervous as I stomped across the floor toward her. I pushed the coat off her shoulders, exposing her silky soft skin and every tantalizing inch of her. My paperwork jammed into a bunched up mess behind her as she slid back on the desk. I grabbed her legs and placed her feet on the edge of my desk. The heels pushed her legs that much higher. She licked her bottom lip and stared up at me from beneath her curtain of lashes as she let her knees drop open. The neatly trimmed, dark copper mound of hair showed through the transparent fabric of the panties.
She saw where my gaze was focused "What do you think of the sheer panties? I designed them myself."
"You are a fucking genius." I reached forward and broke the thin lacy strap on the panties with two fingers. "Fucking genius."
Taylor's laugh, a sound that was better than music, filled the office. "You've just given me a marketing strategy. Break-away panties for the honeymoon . . . or an office quickie . . ."
She laughed again as she watched me struggle to undo my fly. I shoved my jeans down and my cock sprang free like a torpedo.
A tremor went through her body as she stared at it. "—and, of course, those occasional moments of being ravaged by a Viking."
Taylor squealed as I reached around her ass and yanked her closer to the edge of the desk. Her arms and long legs wrapped around me and our mouths clashed together as I plunged my cock into her.
I could taste her lipstick as I lifted my
mouth from hers. "Every fucking time feels like the first time, baby. I can't ever get enough of you."
"Damn right," she whispered against my ear. "I won't ever get enough of you either."
My desk was solid and heavy, but I managed to scoot it across the floor as it rattled beneath us. Taylor's sharp heels dug into the flesh on my ass as I moved against her fast and hard. Just seeing her in the corset had made me so damn erect, I could barely hold back.
"Fuck, baby, look what you and that corset did to me," I growled. "I'm going to come."
"Don't you dare." She rested back on her hands and jammed the end of her heel into my ass cheek. I flinched in pain.
"Did that help slow you down?"
"Not a fucking bit." I reached around her bottom and pulled her even closer to the edge of the desk. My hands circled her ass completely as I grabbed each cheek and parted her wider. I drove myself into her pussy and held her tightly against me, making sure to warm her clit with the friction of my body.
Taylor's hands slid back farther pushing all my paperwork onto the floor. As her head lolled back her breasts rose higher, taunting me with their tight nipples. I gritted my teeth to keep from coming, but everything about her was so fucking hot, it was torture.
"Taylor, you're fucking losing me, baby. Come for me." I moved one hand between our bodies and slid my thumb down through the moisture to her clit. She cried out as I, in my erotic haze, managed to hit the sweet spot.
Her arms wobbled beneath her as she cried out. "Yes, fuck yes, damn it. Harder," she huffed.
I tightened my ass and pushed inside of her as far as I could go.
"Fuck yes!" she screamed as her legs wrapped tighter around me and her pussy swallowed my cock like a hot, pulsating glove. I couldn't hold back any longer. I came with her, filling her with my hot seed as a pink blush covered her skin.
A long sensual sigh trailed from her lush lips as she collapsed back onto the desk. "Ouch." She reached back and pushed the stapler out from under her shoulder.
I stood over her and ran my fingers along her thighs as we waited for our ragged breathing to slow. The torn panties dangled from the edge of the desk. I picked them up and balled them in my fist. "Keeping these as a souvenir of our wedding night."
She laughed at my words, but something about them struck a chord deep inside. For the last three years, Taylor and I had had a hot, passionate and sometimes tumultuous relationship. I was a six and a half foot giant, but she had me wrapped around her little finger like a piece of twine. And I loved her. There wasn't a fucking thing I wouldn't do to keep her safe and happy and with me forever.
Taylor stared up at the ceiling. "Maybe you should put some mirrors up there. This is only the first piece of my honeymoon collection, so there might be some more marketing experiments."
"Mirrors? I like it. I think I'm going to be taking a much bigger interest in your work from now on."
Taylor lifted up to her elbows. A strand of her shiny copper hair fell across her face, and she tossed her head to push it away. "Can I just say you look extra hot standing with your pants pushed down around your knees and my lipstick smeared on your face."
"Shit, I've got some guy coming to talk to me about the '68 Corvette." I yanked up my pants and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
Taylor sat up and swung her long legs back and forth. "I could stay here just like this and it might help you sell the car." She bunched up her shoulders enough to push her breasts together and create a long, deep cleavage.
"I could probably charge twice the price too. Only then I'd have to kill the guy for looking at you." I leaned forward and kissed her lips.
She reached up and swiped away another smear of lipstick from my mouth. "I think this color looks better on you than on me."
"I don't know about that. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be thinking about that lipstick color for the rest of the day." I leaned down farther and took her nipple lightly between my teeth. She tangled her fingers in my hair and laughed as I teased the nipple into a tight bud.
"Do we have time for another round before the customer arrives?"
I reluctantly released the nipple from my mouth. "No, damn it."
I straightened and raked my hair back with my fingers. I offered her my hand and helped her hop off the desk. I couldn't stop a groan of approval as my eyes surveyed her from head to toe. The only thing left was the shimmery corset and the heels.
"I'm not going to get another fucking thing done today. After I talk to this guy, why don't I meet you at my place?"
The coat had fallen to the floor and she made quite a show of bending over to pick it up. She added an extra flourish at the end by wiggling her naked bottom my direction before straightening. "I've got a lot to do, but if I hustle I could take the afternoon off."
"This afternoon isn't going to be soon enough. My whole day is fucked because of that corset."
Taylor pulled on the coat and hopped up on her high heels to kiss me. "I'll try to get there after lunch. I've got a different corset, if you'd like to give it a whirl."
"Oh, I'd like to give it a fucking whirl all right." I pulled her into my arms and kissed her again. I must have kissed her a hundred thousand times, but it still made my pulse pound every time she pressed her lips against mine.
I gazed down at her and thought about everything we'd been through together. She had always been wild and impulsive to the point of driving me close to nuts, but it was one of the things I loved about her. Even now, as she was finally reaching the ripe old age of twenty-one, she was still completely unpredictable. Like today—walking into my garage wearing nothing but a sexy corset under her coat. Sure, that unpredictability and impulsiveness had probably aged me about ten years, but I wouldn't change anything about her. I wanted Taylor in my life permanently, and I planned to make that happen.
She wrapped the belt around the coat to conceal her nakedness. "Kind of wish I didn't have to wear this coat. Another hot November day. I guess our one week of winter is just around the corner. By the way, Scottie was asking me about what I wanted to do for my twenty-first birthday, we are going to have a formal dinner party at their place. Just our inner circle. I don't feel like a big blowout party. My friends are starting to get annoying." She patted my chest. "Guess that comes from hanging out with all you old folks." She lifted a long white finger at me. "Don't tell Scottie and Cassie I said that or you won't see the next corset anywhere but in your wet dreams."
I circled behind my desk to clean up the mess we'd made. It had taken me an hour to organize supply receipts, but now they were scrambled again. "What exactly does a formal dinner party mean? And why does it sound like the opposite of fun?"
"Nope, don't you be a party pooper. It's my birthday. All you have to do is squeeze those hulking arms into a nice suit and act gentlemanly and it will be the perfect night. Romantic too. We're going to light up the place with candles and flowers."
"Will there be beer?"
She harrumphed, a gesture she'd perfected. "I suppose we could get some beer. But no burping contests."
I mimicked her harrumph. "I guess we could forgo the burp contests, but Dray is going to be disappointed."
Taylor's heels clicked over the floor as she came to my side of the desk and kissed me good-bye. "I'll see you later." Her long copper hair swung around as she turned to leave.
"Don't forget to bring those shoes." I stood and watched her walk out the door. A formal dinner party with our core group of friends sounded like just the right place for me to propose.
Two
Taylor
Mandy, my assistant, came into the workroom and stood over me, watching as I hand stitched the opalescent beads on the neckline of a wedding gown. By the time I’d graduated from fashion design school, I'd decided, without question, that bridal wear would be my main focus. Throughout my student years, I’d created more than one bridal collection that had gotten notice from some of the smaller boutique stores. Not to mention, the custom orde
rs I'd gotten from friends who wanted something different and unforgettable. I'd earned enough money to start my own bridal design shop. I already had enough business to allow me to hire a budding fashion designer as my assistant.
"If you want, I can take over with the beading." Mandy pulled up a stool. "You're eleven o’clock appointment will be here soon."
I looked over at my phone. "Oh my gosh, I didn't realize it was so late already." I lifted the garment and placed it on the work table. "I'll take you up on that offer. I need to get my sketchbook and drawing supplies out. This new customer wants something to go with her fiancé's obsession with—get this—Assassin's Creed."
Mandy lifted her pierced brow. "The video game?" She seemed to give it some more thought, and the questioning brow dropped. "Actually, that might be cool."
"See, that's what I was thinking." I got up from the chair. "Lots of leather and buckles. And, you know I love a challenge." I got up and walked over to the rack of dresses on the back wall. I straightened a couple of the tiny bodice bows. I'd created the line of simple, affordable wedding gowns for a large bridal store chain. A contract with a large, popular chain would help me keep my design studio running and allow me to concentrate on my true goal—custom and unique gowns under my own label. "I know I'm getting my hopes up too much that this line will sell, but it would be so perfect. We could expand production into the wedding night lingerie and corsets."
"Yes, those corsets could be a gold mine." Mandy hid her smile and pretended to be focused on the beading. I hadn't relayed all the details of my marketability test, but she knew that I'd considered it a smashing success. "Taylor, don't worry too much. The dresses are beautiful. Any store would be crazy to turn them down."
The string of silver bells rang as the front door to the shop opened.
"Hope you're right." I picked up my phone and headed out to the front room. Ron, the delivery guy, who could be credited with making his drab brown company uniform look extremely hot due to great arms and a tight butt, walked in with a stack of packages.