Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“My dick is not a toy.” He shakes his head.
“Um.” I put the mug in front of my mouth to hide the smirk I have on my face. “It’s kind of like a jack-in-the-box if you think of it. You wind it up and eventually it pops right up.”
“Jesus, Elizabeth.” He chuckles. “Found it,” he says, tossing my dress, landing on his pants.
“Just pointing out the fact,” I explain and his phone rings and he groans.
“It’s your brother.”
“Shocking,” I deadpan as he slides his finger across the screen.
“Good morning, Joshua,” he greets. “Merry Christmas Eve.”
“Yeah,” he replies. “Where are you?”
“We just landed on the moon,” I tease. “We should be coming back into orbit in a bit.”
“Not today,” he hisses out, “you cannot fuck with me today.”
“So tomorrow I can fuck with you?” I ask and Nate comes over to sit on the bed beside me. My knee is on his thigh as he leans over and softly kisses my exposed neck. “Good to know.” I smile at Nate.
“You are supposed to be at my parents’ house in thirty minutes,” he reminds Nate. “Elizabeth has to be dropped off before you come here.”
“Joshua,” Nate says in a calm voice, “relax, buddy, it’s going to be okay.”
“Yeah,” I agree with Nate. “Besides, the only person you have to worry about showing up today is Macy.”
“Stop saying that,” he hisses and then the phone goes dead.
“Did he hang up on me?” I ask, grabbing the phone out of his hand and calling him back.
“What?” he growls instead of saying hello.
“You hung up on me.” I gawk at him. “The audacity.”
“You would think that would be a sign not to call me back.”
“I’m calling you back to say happy Christmas Eve. I’ve never been more excited for a day in my life like I am for today.”
“Aww,” he says.
“It’s finally fucking over now. I never have to hear about your wedding for the rest of my life.” I smile. “See you at the altar,” I say and hang up on him.
“As much as I love watching you fuck with him, how about for today you lay off him?” I raise my eyebrows. “At least until they walk down the aisle.”
“Ugh.” I roll my eyes. “Fine.”
“That’s my girl,” he praises and I don’t even know if he knows what those words do to me. “We should get going.”
“Yeah,” I agree, and before we get up, he leans in and kisses me. Something that feels like he’s been doing it his whole life. Something I feel like I have been receiving my whole life. Something that, come next week, I won’t have.
Five minutes later, we’re both walking out of the house. He carries his garment bag with his bag of shoes hanging from the hanger and my bag in the other hand. “Close the door, baby.” He’s called me that a couple of times, usually while we were in the middle of sex. He’s never ever called me that outside of bed.
I don’t say anything back, instead I just close the door and meet him at the truck. He shuts the back passenger door on his side. He is wearing black joggers and a white sweater, his hair showing me where he ran his hand through it right before we walked out the door. His eyes are bright green with the sun. “Ready?” I ask him and he nods his head. Instead of walking around the truck to the other side, I get on my tippy-toes and kiss his lips softly. My stomach flutters when he opens the door for me, slapping my ass before walking around the truck to his side.
Twenty minutes later, he’s pulling up in front of the venue where everything is taking place. “What is going on over there?” I point to the side where a white tent is now up and I see people rushing in with heaters. “This motherfucker is going to get married outside?” I shake my head. “Idiot.”
“I’ll let him know you approve,” he jokes as I reach for the door handle and open the door. I’m about to get out when he grabs my hand. “I’ll see you later,” he says and his hand comes up to hold my cheek. Something he has done more than once over the last couple of days. Something I’ve come to look forward to, before he softly kisses my lips.
“I’ll be one of the ones wearing green,” I tell him as a joke, getting out and grabbing my bag from the back. He looks at me with a smile. “Have fun.”
I close the door and turn toward the venue, opening the door and seeing Doreen there with her headset on again as she talks to someone, but stops when she sees me. “Upstairs.” She points to the side stairs. “Room numbers four and five are the changing rooms. Your dress is steamed and waiting for you. Rooms one, two, and three are the glam rooms. I think you start with your hair.”