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"Wait, what? You're not coming upstairs with me, at least?" I asked, disappointment evident in the hitch in my voice.

"Is it the nightmares?" He asked, rubbing his hands down my arms, heating up my already warming blood.

"Nightmares?" His mother asked.

He smiled at her and nodded. "I'm going to step outside with Lily for a bit."

Eric nodded me toward the door. It wasn't the nightmares I was worried about. Not yet, anyway. I wasn't even thinking about those, so thanks for the reminder, Eric. What I was thinking about was how tense and worn his eyes looked. And how much I wanted to wrap my arms around him and kiss away all the stress he was carrying, and make up for the past couple of weeks of me pushing him away.

As soon as we stepped outside the door, I looped my fingers through his hair, tipped on my toes and pulled him down to me. My lips met his with longing and he groaned, wrapping his arms around my waist in an instant.

"What was that for?" He panted as we pulled away to catch our breaths.

"Thanks for bringing me here." I gushed, my heart full. "Everything just feels right, you know?"

He smiled and his eyes searched my face. "I haven't told them about the wedding yet," Eric confessed.

At his mention of the wedding, my heart started galloping. "Good."

"Good?" He creased his brows as I leaned into him.

"Yeah, because it's back on, Eric. The wedding's back on. I want to marry you. All of you. As soon as possible." I threw my arms around his neck.

Chapter 38

Eric

Well, that was quite the switch-up. Again.

I knew Lily wouldn't sabotage her sobriety, but still, I was concerned she might be drunk. This kiss, the way she was glued to me, stroking her hand in places she knew got me hot and bothered, I had no other explanation. It had been weeks without more than a cuddle.

"Are you okay?" I asked, pressing the back of my hand to her forehead.

She grinned and swatted it away. "Of course, I am. Your mother just made me see that I was too caught up in my own delusions to see the truth. You were right about the cabin fever. Being locked up alone, by ourselves, day in and day out must have gotten to my head, because I was mad to suggest postponing the wedding."

Well, damn. What was my mother saying? My heart simultaneously warmed and dropped to my stomach as I was overcome with happiness and guilt. Fuck, I was an awful son.

"Are you sure?" I gulped.

"Yes, Eric." Lily dragged and wrapped her arms tighter around me. "We should celebrate." She looked up at me through hooded eyes and darkened pupils. My cock was alert and had no qualms about celebrating.

Something else, not a damn wedding. Not now, when our lives were hanging in the balance.

I stroked my hands down her back. My heart was battering my chest. The last thing I wanted to do was push her away. I must have been a madman, consumed with the need to fuck her silly, when I should have been focusing on our next plan, but there was no way I could be expected to act rationally when Lily was pressed up against me like this. So, I cleared my throat and chose my words carefully.

"What about your mother?" I selected the question with intention but regretted it as soon as Lily's eyes welled up with tears. She swallowed the emotion.

"My mother made her decision. It's time to move on from placing her desires above mine. And what I desire right now, is to stop talking, and start celebrating with my men." She glided her hands up my chest, heightened herself on her toes and stole a kiss.

My knees weakened. I was helpless against it, releasing a low groan.

She smiled. "So, what do you say? Want to be tied to me for the rest of your life?"

"You know I do." I leaned against her, pressing her into the door, my pulsing cock against her belly.

Lily gasped and bit her lip.

"So, we'll get married here?" She reached between us and ever so gently cupped my bulge.

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