Free A Club Esoteria Wedding [Club Esoteria 11] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Cooper McKenzie Page A

as the men headed to the gate while trying not to look like they were hurrying. Sloan followed slower, but she was still in time to see Merlin help Taurus climb down from the truck then turn and collapse into a wheelchair.
    “What the hell happened?” she demanded as she crossed the parking lot to stand in front of the wheelchair.
    “Language, angel,” Dane warned with a slight frown.
    Sloan wrinkled her nose at him before turning back to Taurus, who looked relaxed and in no pain despite the sling and bulky bandage on his right arm from fingertips to elbow, and the air cast that covered his left leg from his knee down.
    “Master Taurus? What happened?”
    Taurus’s head bobbled as he turned to look up at her. He blinked and then smiled. “Had a close encounter with a ladder, but not to worry, I’ll be fine.” He slurred his words, proving he was not quite as fine as he appeared to think.
    He pointed to the door that led into the club. “Mush, Merlin. I’ve got a wedding to prepare for.”
    Then he began to sing, off rhythm and out of key, “I’m getting married in the morning…” as Dane began to push him across the parking lot.
    Dane looked at her and winked. “We’ll take care of him. You go help Whitney get ready for what might not be the wedding night of her dreams.”
    “Yes, Master.” Sloan nodded as her body responded automatically to the Dom’s iron-toned voice.

Chapter 11
     
    The massage and having her hair and makeup done relaxed her morning-of-the-wedding jitters enough that Whitney was able to pick at the house salad and crab-stuffed mushrooms she ordered for lunch. They returned to the club with just enough time to change and primp before heading down to Jenna’s garden where they would meet the minister, wedding guests, and their men for the wedding.
    When Sloan joined them in Taurus’s apartment, she had a few words with Jenna in the living room while Whitney changed into the wedding dress that she and Taurus had decided upon.
    The white, lace-covered corset pushed her barely there tits up and together, giving her the illusion of cleavage. The short, matching skirt was full enough that if she twirled too fast, it would flare out and show off the teeny-tiny thong that barely covered her newly waxed mound. The skirt’s hem ended just inches below her pussy and showed flashes of the garter she wore on her bare thigh. She only hoped she had no reason to bend over, or she would be flashing anyone who cared to look. Just before they left the apartment, she would put on white stiletto pumps that she had finally gotten used to walking in after hours of practice over the last few weeks.
    Stepping out of the living room with her arms wrapped around her middle to hold her corset in place, she found both women looking unusually solemn given the occasion.
    “What’s wrong?” Whitney asked, her stomach clenching tight enough to eject the delicious lunch she had just eaten.
    Sloan smiled, but it was a falsely bright expression that looked forced. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s fine. Just fine.”
    Whitney knew better. “You’re lying. What’s wrong? Has something happened to Taurus?”
    Whitney watched as the cousins exchanged a glance before Jenna stepped in. “Sit down, sweetie. We have something to tell you.”
    “He’s disappeared, hasn’t he? He’s decided he doesn’t want to marry me after all,” Whitney said, blinking fast as tears welled up with tears.
    “No, no, no. Of course not. But there has been an accident, and he’s been hurt,” Jenna said.
    “Hurt? How bad? Where is he? I need to see him. Now.” Whitney’s fear of being left at the altar immediately shifted to worry over her man.
    “He’s busy getting ready for the wedding, and it’s bad luck for him to see the bride before the ceremony,” Sloan pointed out.
    “Fuck tradition. I need to see him.” Whitney headed to the front door.
    “Slave, stop,” Jenna ordered in her iron-laced Domme voice.
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