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Raptured

All the feels

Matt’s POV

Come on, Sanders get your fucking head on straight. I mentally cursed myself as I pushed my chair away from the table and headed toward the bar. I needed a drink to help me forget the person that I was sitting next to: the same person that I loved more than life itself. But Maya obviously didn’t feel the same way anymore, since she threw everything we had away the night I tried to propose. Damn that still fucking hurt! And just sitting next to her all night was making me feel things I didn’t want to feel anymore. I just wanted to forget and get rid of the pain.

But everywhere I looked, there was Maya in the stunning little black maid of honor dress. It hugged all of her curves in the right places, showed off her cleavage and tattoos, and had an open back. She looked absolutely breathtaking and every time I looked at her, it took me a few minutes to regain myself. Not to mention that when she moved or bent over, I found myself staring at her with the dirtiest thoughts running through my head. Damn, what I wouldn’t give to take her into the back room and rip that dress off…

“Fucking hell,” I cursed as I caught myself looking back at her again. When would my heart let go of her? Was it worth all this pain and suffering? Deep down I knew that I would do anything to have Maya back in my arms again, but my pride was in the way. I would rather drown my pain in sorrows in Patron, than admit that I wasn’t fighting for her like I had in the past. But fucking hell, there was only so much I could do when I had already laid my heart on the line trying to propose! And what did she do? She fucking stomped on it, breaking it into pieces with her excuses! So the ball was in her court! If Maya wanted me back, she needed to make the first move. This was her doing, not mine.

But what if I was wrong? What if it was some kind of misunderstanding, just like before? I didn’t know how to feel after our last private encounter in the closet.

“Do you need my help?” I asked as I entered the small room. As much as it hurt to be close to her, I couldn’t handle seeing everyone else so happy in the ballroom. Just seeing Brian and Ave so happy and in love made me sick to my stomach with jealousy. I wanted what they had but the person I loved didn’t seem to want the same things.

“No, I got it. Go back, enjoy the party,” Maya replied, not even turning to look at me. Well, at least that made this a little bit easier. I didn’t know what I would do if those haunting brown eyes turned back to look at me. They were my weakness.

“As if I could,” I muttered, not realizing I actually voiced my thoughts. Fuck. The last thing I wanted was to show her how this break up was affecting me. If she didn’t want me, then I didn’t need her – or at least that’s what I was trying to tell myself.


“Then we are probably two.” Maya picked up the two bowls with the materials for the next game, turning to face me for the first time. She had a frown on her face and I had to fight the urge to try and comfort her. Damn this fucking sucked.

“This is weird, right?” she asked, her beautiful browns looking up at me. I quickly looked away, not trusting my resolve in our close proximity.


“What? Brian getting married?” I joked, trying ease the building tension in the room. Maya just shook her head with a sad look. “Us.”

“Well, not my choice,” I shrugged, my jaw clenching in anger. She had some nerve to play this off as no big deal. If she wanted to say something, she should fucking say it because none of this was my fault!


“Not your choice?” Maya asked perplexed, and my eyebrows shot up in the air. “I beg you pardon, but – forget it!” she huffed and I shook my head. Was she really trying to argue about who broke up with whom? Did she really think I called this off?! I was about to propose!!

Maya turned toward the door but I couldn’t let her go, not like this. What the hell was she getting at trying to argue? If she didn’t want to break up, then why the hell did she say it in the first place?

Only I didn’t have time to ask her about it because as soon as I touched her, I felt an electric shock run though my body. Maya must have felt it too because she immediately leaned back into my chest, flooding my senses with her intoxicating aroma. She smelled just as good as I remembered, like a mix of vanilla and some kind of flower. Damn I missed that smell.

Suddenly the door burst open with short-shit ruining the only moment we’d had together in weeks. “Dinner is being served- oh shit, I didn’t—”

I let out a sigh as Maya quickly moved away from me, “We should go,” she said softly and I closed my eyes as she pulled away. Fuck!

For the first time in weeks I wanted to talk, wanted to listen, and possibly make amends, but here we were, being pushed apart again. Someone was always in the way, they had been our entire relationship, and who’s to say it would end here if we miraculously got back together? Everything was a game of cat and fucking mouse and I was tired of always having to fix things. Well goddamn it, it was her turn and since she didn’t feel like talking, then I wasn’t going to waste my time.

“So whatcha drinking, stranger?”

I looked to my left to see a very familiar blonde lighting tech standing at the bar. “Hey, DJ, what’s up?” I replied, thankful for a little bit of a distraction from my thoughts. I hadn’t seen her since our last leg of the tour but she looked the same as I remembered: beautiful, tall, and blonde… but nothing compared to Maya Brandon. Fuck! There I go again! I quickly took a sip of my drink, trying to ease the sting in my heart.

“Nothing much, just happy to be back with the family,” she shrugged, taking a sip of her drink. “It’s funny how much you miss everyone when you’re not on the road. And just when I thought I was sick of smelling BO and the noxious gas that comes from the guys on the bus,” she chuckled. Yeah, she was definitely part of the crew. “So what are you guys planning next? Another leg of the tour? Writing for a new album?”

“Yeah, you guys are quite the motely crew,” I chuckled and pulled the glass of Patron to my lips, the burn numbing some of my pain. “But I’m not sure what we’re doing yet. We haven’t talked too much about it with the wedding and all. We’ll figure out our next step once Gates gets back from his honeymoon.”

“Understandable,” she said, her blue eyes looked around the room as she sipped her drink. Was she looking for someone? “So what about you? Are you and your girl looking to get hitched next?”

My jaw instantly locked and I felt like I couldn’t pull air into my lungs. It was like DJ had grabbed my heart, squeezed it as tight as she could, and ripped it from my chest. Fucking hell! Why did this simple question make everything feel like fresh wound all over again? It was like Maya was here telling me she would never marry me before I could even ask all over again.

I quickly chugged the rest of my drink and slammed my glass down on the counter, asking for another. “I’ll take that as a ‘n’o then?” DJ said quietly. Thankfully I got the cue to come up on stage for Brian and Ave’s first dance before she could ask any more questions about Maya.

Okay, so maybe we hadn’t made it publically known that we weren’t together anymore, but the innocent questions hurt just the same. I just wished everyone would mind their own fucking business and leave me alone. If Maya and I were going to fix this, we needed to do it on our own and not with the medalling of everyone else. Fuck!

By the time I made it to the stage, I had drained my glass of Patron and I had a good buzz going. It was the numbing sensation that I had been waiting for all day, especially since I had to play this song that I had intended to sing for Maya the night I proposed. Damn I was going to need some more liquor after this…

As the guys started to play acoustically behind me, I sat down on the stool and pulled the microphone to my lips. When it was my turn to sing, I closed my eyes and just let the words and my emotions come out together for the first time since the breakup.

“I give my heart to you
I give my heart 'cause nothing
Can compare in this world to you”

Maya and I were good for each other; there was no denying that. She brought out the best in me, and damn I missed everything about her. The way she smelled, her soft skin, those long legs, her laugh, her smile, the stupid jokes she told, the way she laughed with Jimmy about nothing at all, and most of all those enchanting brown eyes. I loved her with every ounce of my being and I couldn’t let that go. Letting my emotions out through this song made me realized how much I still loved her… but how could we repair all the damage? She hated me for being an ass… and I still felt hurt and betrayed. Could we even fix this?

I slowly opened my eyes as the song ended, blinking away my blurred vision. There she was, standing toward the edge of the dance floor, looking at me with her mouth slightly agape. She looked fucking beautiful in the dimmed lights, the reflection of the spotlight from Brian and Ave on the floor making her face glow. In that moment, I forget all my anger, all the hurt, and all arguments. It was about her – everything had always been about her…

As the audience clapped and the happy couple kissed for the hundredth time, I found myself moving toward Maya, drawn to her like a magnate.

“Should we start?” I asked, leaning in towards her and breathing in her intoxicating perfume. I couldn’t forgive and forget everything that happened so easily, but I knew I had to start somewhere. Maybe being friends would work? Yeah… ease us back together slowly. That might help me heal and be able to trust her again, right?

“It was beautiful,” Maya gushed out and I couldn’t help but smile. “You sounded full of emotion and I missed hearing you.” She quickly closed her eyes, as if she regretted telling me the truth but I didn’t care. My heart jumped at her words and I couldn’t deny the little bit of hope that soared inside. Did she still have feelings for me too?

“You did?” I mentally kicked myself for the hundredth time today, trying not to fall into our old ways. It just felt so natural.

“I did, and yes, we should start” she handed him a bowl with male celebrity names, and I knew it was time to start the next game. I let out a sigh and moved away from her. There she was pushing me away again.

As Maya made the announcement, I started to pass out a slip of paper to every male guest. But if I were being completely honest, my heart really wasn’t in the game. There was only one person I wanted to dance with and right now I didn’t seem to have a shot in hell since we were barely able to be in the same room right now. Besides, dancing always meant talking and the last thing Maya and I needed to do was fight in the middle of the dance floor. I guess it was better this way since we were both too pigheaded for our own good. Not to mention she still owed me an apology before I could even consider moving forward. Damn it, now I needed another drink. Maybe it would just be better to get fucking wasted and drown every thought away, then I wouldn’t have any of these problems.

Just as I pulled my glass to my lips, I heard DJ’s voice behind me again. Oh, fucking hell…

“Who do you have, Matt?” She asked, taking me off guard. Oh, right: the dancing game. I quickly picked up the last slip of paper in the bowl, chuckling lightly at my chosen celebrity. How freaking perfect.

“I’m the King of Queens, Doug.” I replied and was about to ask DJ whom she had when another voice sounded.

“I’m your Carrie” Maya said, appearing next to me out of nowhere. I opened and closed my mouth a few times trying to process what was happening. How did Maya and I end up together out of all the people in the room? Was that fate drawing us back together? I didn’t know, but I quickly chugged my drink before moving back to the bar with Maya.

“Shall we get our drinks?” Without even thinking, I laid my arm around her waist. It was old habit I mentally kicked myself and pulled away. Damn it! I was already hurting myself and I wasn’t even to the dance floor yet! What the hell! I clenched my fists in frustration before I quickly regained my cool. Come on, Sanders you can do this. Just get your head in the game. Its one dance and you just have to not piss each other off.

Maya nodded with a slight frown and we both ordered our drink from the bar. “Weird that we ended up together, right?” she finally said, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen between us.

“Just the luck of the draw I guess,” I shrugged, leading her to the dance floor. This small talk was even more painful than not talking at all. “Don’t worry I wont cause a scene.”

“That’s not what I meant…” Maya sighed, reluctantly putting her arms around my neck as we moved. Her proximity was driving me crazy because not only could I see down her cleavage at this close angle, but also because I got to hold onto her hips as she swayed them to the slow beat. I couldn’t help but breath in her intoxicating aroma, the urge to capture her lips with mine growing stronger with each passing moment. I took a small step back away from her to clear my head. I couldn’t think like that when Maya didn’t want me…

I quickly spun her around to distract myself, but when I pulled her back into me that familiar warm and fuzzy spread through my body. I loved the girl more than she would ever know and it hurt to be with her like this. I wanted all of her or nothing at all. But when the song ended, I didn’t let her go. I wanted more time with her and to my surprise; she didn’t try to pull away. “This is just like old times, huh?” I said, chuckling as Jimmy dramatically dipped Jess next to us.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” Maya said and I couldn’t stop the smile from coming over my face. She just agreed that she liked spending time with me! That was definitely a good sign and judging by the look on her face she realized what she just said too. “I miss this…”

“Me too…” I admitted, giving Maya another spin. However, instead of coming back into the circle of my arms, her feet got tangled in her dress and she stumbled forward. I caught her against my chest, her proximity sending my body into a state of shock.

“Shit, M. are you okay?” I carefully looked her up and down to make sure that she wasn’t hurt before I cupped her face in my hands. It was at that moment that I realized how close we actually were. My face was inches from hers and I could smell her sweet aroma. She was intoxicating and I slowly leaned in to close the gap between us, but not before meeting her eyes.

Shit… What was I doing? We were broken up. She didn’t want this and she was just doing her part in the wedding by doing dancing with me. Fuck…and here I was falling back into old ways. No, I couldn’t fucking do it. It was too hard to get my hopes up only to end in another fight. I quickly dropped my hands off her and took a step back, running my hands over my head. I just couldn’t help myself; she was so close…my body just took over. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck… Get your head out of your ass, Sanders. You can’t go through this again!

“Sorry…” I muttered, slowly backing up. “I-I…” I shook my head and mentally kicked myself. I had to put some distance between us for a few minutes before I lost my resolve. “I’m sorry…”

“Matt…”

I quickly turned around and headed toward the bar, leaving Maya gapping after me. What the hell was I doing?


Avery’s POV

“I have to admit, marriage looks good on you, Little Gnome,” Maya said as she finished zipping up the second wedding gown. The skin-tight lace, see-through lace dress hugged my every curve and left nothing to the imagination. It was simply beautiful and made me feel like a queen. I didn’t know how I was ever going to repay Maya for all the work that she put into this. She had really outdone herself. “I haven’t seen you stop smiling since you stepped foot in the church.”

“Honestly my face hurts from smiling,” I admitted with a laugh as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I mean, how could I not smile? I just married the man of my dreams and everything about the wedding had turned out perfectly. From the ceremony, to the delicious dinner, it was like a dream. I was living the fairytale I always wanted and I had my friends to thank for everything.

“I can imagine,” Maya said with a smile on her face, as she looked me up and down. “And when Mr. Haner sees his wife, I’m sure you fit the description of a blushing bride too. I mean, he will probably want to start your wedding night right in the middle of the dance floor,” Maya teased, wagging her eyebrows up and down.

“Maya!” I blushed, giving her arm a small slap. “He will not!”

“Oh right, because you already did that in the limo after pictures…” she teased, sticking her tongue out as my jaw dropped. “Don’t think I didn’t see that little hickey on your neck when I was fixing your dress.”

“I-I-I—” I blushed madly and turned away from her, not wanting her to see my face. Okay, so maybe we had a heated make out session in the limo and gave my new husband –wow that felt so natural to say – a little teaser for our wedding night. I didn’t give him exactly what he wanted but he certainly was craving more. Just the way his hand roamed over my body was enough of an indicator. Not to mention the little explosion of fire works I felt inside every time he touched me, causing me to want him too. Well if he couldn’t keep his hands off me before, he certainly wouldn’t be able to now in this dress.

“See I knew I was right!” Maya laughed as she fixed my hair. “You my Little Gnome are making me proud.” She smiled down at me but it didn’t reach her eyes. My best friend was still hurting over her break up with Matt, and I really wished I could have helped. Hell, I thought they were even on the amends after the couple’s dance. They looked happy one minute and then the next Matt was walking away. That’s when I decided to go get Maya and come back for the second dress of the evening. She was holding it together and I knew better than to ask her any questions right now.

“What the hell are you ladies doing back here? Matt said it’s time for the dollar dances with the bride and groom.” Zacky’s voice sounded right before he appeared around the corner. He opened and closed his mouth as he looked me up and down before letting out a low whistle. “Damn Ave… that dress is stunning,” he said shaking his head.

“Thank you,” I blushed, my cheeks still aching as I smiled. I really couldn’t keep the smile off my face, even if I wanted to. “Maya really outdid herself with both gowns.” I quickly pulled her in and placed a kiss on her cheek. I didn’t know what I would do without her in my life. She was the sister I always wanted.

“I’ll say,” he agreed, reaching forward and taking my hand. “Gates isn’t going to be happy sharing you with others once he sees you in this dress,” he chuckled, spinning me around in my new dress. “Oh, this will be so much fun.”

“You planned this all along didn’t you?” I asked, turning back to look at Maya with a knowing smile. She designed this dress specifically to get a rise out of my husband, and for that I would have to thank her for later.

“Maybe… maybe not,” she shrugged with a mischievous grin. “But at least there will be no doubt in his mind that you’re his wife.”

“I love the way your mind works. I love when Gates flips his shit…” Zack laughed before pulling me out of the backroom, with Maya following close behind.

When we reached the reception room, there were already two lines formed at the side of the dance floor. In the middle stood Brian and Matt and a large jar on a stool for the dollar dance. “And here she is, Mrs. Avery Haner!” Matt said over the microphone before the room erupted with cheers. I looked at Zack with a deep blush on my cheeks as he escorted me across the floor.

From the moment I re-entered the room, I could feel Brian’s eyes on me. As I came closer, his jaw dropped and looked utterly stunned, obviously liking what he saw. I blushed and bit down on my bottom lip, watching as he licked his lips and shook his head. I could almost hear all the dirty thoughts in his mind from the look on his face alone. “You. Are. Mine.” He mouthed and I couldn’t help but blow him a kiss, feeling my heart flutter. God I loved that man.

With that motion alone he took a step towards but Matt stopped him. “Easy now Gates, you know the rules,” he laughed into the microphone. “Each player must pay one dollar for a dance with the bride or groom! Each player will get one song to dance unless someone pays five dollars to cut in. Let’s see those dollar bills!”

“And looks like I get the first dance,” Zack chuckled, putting a dollar in the jar. As Zack pulled me into his embrace, I saw Brian struggle against Matt’s hold to come towards us.

“Oh, this is pure fucking gold,” Zack laughed, watching at Brian reluctantly turned to dance with McKenna. “He is so freaking pissed right now. You know once this is over he’s not going to let you out of his grip, right?”

“I know,” I smiled, watching him. “He already warned me before I went to change… but then again, he didn’t know what I was doing when I went with Maya.”

Zack nodded with a deep chuckle. “Sneaky, sneaky Mrs. Haner. I’m starting to think that being on the road with use for the past few years has really rubbed off on your. You’ve been a sick fuck just like the rest of us.”

“What can I say,” I shrugged, my cheeks burning from smiling. “I have the best family a girl could ask for,” I said just as Jason tapped on Zack’s shoulder, paying to cut in on our dance.

“Damn Ave, you look fucking amazing,” he breathed, looking me up and down before spinning me around in a circle. “I just can’t believe how good marriage looks on you.”

“Thank you, and you clean up pretty good yourself, JB,” I teased, putting my arms around his neck.

We continued to dance, making small take until the end of the song and new dance partner swooped me into their arms. Each time my partner changed I saw Brian’s frustration rise a little bit. Oh, keep looking Mr. Haner. If you thought my little tease in the car was torture, you have no idea what you are in for. I smirked to myself as Matt paid to cut in on my dance with Brian’s brother.

“Hey, stranger,” I smiled as he pulled me into his embrace. Matt returned my smile but it didn’t reach his eyes. He seemed to be putting on a façade just like Maya. When would they both just learn to set their pride aside and make up? I was getting tired of seeing my friends so miserable.

“You look beautiful, Ave,” he replied giving me a hug.

“Thank you. It’s all thanks to Maya; she really outdid herself with everything,” I said before I could stop myself. With just the mention of her name, Matt’s body stiffened and a frown fell over his face. Good going Ave. The first time you’ve seen him in in over a week and you blow it. “And you too of course. We couldn’t have done any of this without you guys,” I added, trying to smooth it over.

“It’s no big deal,” he shrugged, his hazel eyes meeting mine. “You know I would do anything for you guys.”

“I know,” I said, pulling him in for another hug. Both of our friends were struggling to make it through the day together just so Brian and I could have our dream wedding. And for that, I would be forever grateful. I just wished I could help them. “And I thank you for that. I just wish you’d tell me what happened that day so I can help her understand because I would do anything to help you too.”

A wide range of emotions flashed across Matt’s face before he shook head with a deep frown. “Ave I—”

“You’ve had enough of a turn!” Jimmy’s voice interrupted as he wildly pushed Matt away from me. “It’s my turn to dance with the bride!” he yelled before whipping me to the side in a dramatic dip.

“Jimmy!” I giggled before he snapped me back up and spun me out again. I literally felt like a rag doll but I couldn’t do anything but laughed. Damn I loved these guys. The next thing I knew, he lifted me into the air and I put my arms out, feeling like I was flying as he twirled us around in a circle.

“Enough of this shit!” Brian’s voice sounded before a set of strong arms pulled me out of Jimmy’s grip. “She’s my fucking wife and I will dance with her if I damn well please,” he growled, hugging me to his body. As soon as we touched, I melted into his side, wrapping my arms around him. He smelled so damn good and just touching him felt like taking a hit of the most amazing drug. This was right were I was supposed to be.

“Hey! You didn’t pay to cut in!” Jimmy whined. “I don’t care if you’re the groom! You’re cheating!” He screeched, stomping his foot and making a scene. I couldn’t help but cover my mouth with a giggle as Brian grumbled, pulled out his wallet, and shoved a hundred dollar bill into the jar.

“There! Fucking happy?” he snapped at Jimmy and the rest of the line still waiting for dances. “I’ve bought all the dances left for the evening with my wife!” He finished just as our friends laughed and clapped for him. And as if on cue, a chorus of clicking glasses chimed, indicating a kiss.

Brian turned and grabbed my back of my head and pulled me into a deep kiss. As soon as our lips touched I gasped, shock wave spreading over my body. My gasp gave his tongue access and I had to admit I was craving his sweet taste. He tasted like a mix of spearmint, smoke, and beer and that wasn’t even counting his intoxicating cologne that was pulling me towards him. I knew we shouldn’t make out in the middle of the dance floor but it all felt so good and I literally couldn’t stop.

Brian pulled me in even closer and my hands and they instantly moved around his neck, pulling him closer to me. My fingers tangled in his hair to deepen the kiss. He was demanding with every moment making shivers of need run through my body. He was the only one who had ever made me feel like every nerve ending was about to explode.

“That you in that dress should be illegal,” he breathed against my lips a few moments later as our friends let out catcalls. I let out a light moan as his hands slowly moved over my curves, making me to drip down below. Oh, I definitely wanted him and judging by the hard mass in his pants, he was moments away from carrying me over his shoulder out of the room. I shivered in anticipation, wanting nothing more than to let him fuck me senseless. “And I think it’s about time you and I—”

“Easy now, love birds,” Maya’s voice interrupted, causing Brian to let out a groan and close his eyes. “Before you two can run off for your wedding night we still have a few more games and a wedding cake to cut.” She finished before she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the cake table. “Let’s go Brown Eyes, this involves you too!”

Notes

Here are the links for my vision of Ave's wedding dresses:
http://www.biwmagazine.com/awesome-wedding-dress-trend-predictions
https://moncheribridals.com/wedding-dresses/collections/sophia-tolli/y11715-deon/

So will Matt and Maya figure out how to come back together, or will they crash and burn? Will Brian and Ave get a minute to themselves before their wedding night?

We hope you like the wedding so far! More to come soon! <3

Comments

Such a fun chapter ;)
Can’t wait to read more!
And, am I the only one who kinda wants to read Jess & Jimmy’s wedding as well?

Holly Holly
6/28/19

So awesome!
also awesome that I subscribed to this story, and got the alert since the site is still acting kind of crazy. I would have been hella mad if I missed this chapter.

Buggaloo Buggaloo
6/27/19

LOVED this! Hopefully the honeymoon will be just as exciting! Can't wait for it!

Finally the wedding, they so deserve being happy together hope nothing can mess this up.

Rach Hell Rach Hell
4/24/19

Yay, Mattaya happened finally!! The vows actually gave me flashbacks about Riptide, gonna miss this!

Holly Holly
4/23/19