Chapter Two

Caitlin eased back on the couch in Misty's expansive living room and took a sip of water.  She watched with interest as Misty and her mother, Elena, knelt before Alex and Monica, pinning the hems of their bridesmaid's gowns. 

Each woman stood stiffly while balanced on the small pedestals that Elena used while fitting clients in her seamstress profession.  She hadn't been able to thank Elena enough for all her help.  Caitlin and Misty's gowns were already fitted to perfection, and all that remained were the two women who stood before her.

She didn't even want to think about what Jason was going to go through getting Frank, Cody and Jake fitted in their Tuxedos tomorrow.  An amused smile formed just thinking about it.  Poor Jason.

"What's so funny, Caity?" Alex asked, shifting her feet.

"Stop moving, Alex," Misty frowned up at her.  "Unless you want me to stick you with this pin."  Misty laughed as Alex scrunched her face up at her.

"They're almost done, Alex," Caitlin assured her.  "You two look fabulous."

"Yeah, right," Monica said, sarcastically, looking down at her dress. 

Elena smiled at Monica, "It really is a beautiful gown, and it accents Misty's Matron of Honor gown, perfectly."

Caitlin smiled fondly at the two women.  Whether they thought so or not, she found them beautiful in the gowns.  Of course, she was prejudice, since it was her wedding and she had chose the gowns. 

The gowns Monica and Alex wore were one-shoulder, satin ballgowns; soft lilac in color.  An attachable lilac rose-shaped flower was pinned to the shoulder strap.  The bodice was of a tight fit, accentuating their slim waists, as it flowed into an A-shaped floor-length skirt that shuffled smoothly with their movements.  It was accented with a soft lilac chiffon drape, matching satin elbow length gloves, matching handbag and open-toe lilac sandals.

"All done!" Misty exclaimed, moving away from Alex.  "Perfect!"

"I agree," Caitlin added.  "You both look beautiful."

Alex and Monica turned to look at each other and busted out laughing.

Caitlin threw up her hands in exasperation.  "I give up.  You two are giving me a headache." 

"Sorry, Caity," they said in unison.

Caitlin shrugged.  "I know this is no picnic, believe me.  I remember how I fussed over the gowns in Misty's wedding."

Misty laughed.  "That's true.  The two of you are troopers compared to the hell Caitlin put me through."

Caitlin joined in the laughter and it felt good.  She hadn't really had a good laugh in a couple of weeks.  She had been stressing over these details for what seemed an eternity to her.  She was looking forward to the Wedding Day and becoming Frank's wife, and more than that, she was looking forward to getting through this week.

"I am so wiped, Caity," Monica said as she stopped laughing. 

Alex nodded in agreement.

"So, you're ready to go back and be with the boys now?" Caitlin smiled mischievously.

Alex laughed.  "Well, at least we don't have to sleep with any of them."

Monica nudged Alex.  "Well, one of us does, anyway."  Laughing, they hugged Caitlin.  "Let's go, kiddo."

"Did you make your decision," Caitlin asked as she slid under the covers and curled up next to Frank.

"Jake," he murmured, nuzzling her neck.

"That's sweet."

"Sweet.  I wouldn't call Jake sweet."

"Mmm..." she responded, more to the feel of Frank's hand cupping her breast than to the fact of whether Jake was or wasn't sweet. 

"Make love to me," he whispered, his voice deep with yearning.  When his lips sought hers in a demanding kiss, he felt her body mold itself to his.

"We shouldn't...they'll hear," she murmured in between kisses.

"We'll be quiet," he assured, his kisses trailing down her neck, her shoulder, to capture the rosy nipple of the breast he kneaded.

"That would be a first," she said, gasping at the delightful feel of his lips suckling the sensitive point. 

He leaned over her, pressing her into the mattress, "Then I'll be quick," his eyes danced playfully as he thrust into her without ceremony.  "It's nice that you've learned to sleep in the nude," he noted.

"Ohh...a quickie," she said thickly as he moved within her. "Don't know if that'll be enough for me."

"Shhh...they might hear you," he joked as he smothered her lips with demanding skill.

She gave no further thought to her guests as Frank's hand worked its magic down the length of her body.  He slid his hand between their bodies, and stroked her throbbing center, sending exquisite sensations spiraling through her.

Caitlin bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out as the ecstasy overtook her in excruciatingly blissful spasms.  Frank crushed his lips to hers with a throaty groan as he shuddered his release deep within her.

"See," he panted, rolling off Caitlin and gathering her into his arms, "quiet as a mouse."

"More...like a...snake," she laughed softly as she drifted off to sleep with his arms.