Page 5 of The Forever Game

Cupping his face, I brush my thumb across his perfect lips and smile. “I want to make it official.”

“Okay.” He tips his head back to think. “So, we got engaged three years ago and have planned the wedding twice…”

I wince. “Third time’s the charm?”

“You sure you want to try again?” His face crumples to match mine. “We could just go to the courthouse.”

“No.” I shake my head, stubbornly adamant about this. “I want a proper wedding. We had so many great ideas, and I want them to happen. Nova’s old enough now.” He gives me a skeptical frown, and I can’t help giggling. “There will be plenty of people there to keep an eye on her. Plenty of hands to grab her before she can destroy anything.”

He laughs along with me and shakes his head, an adoring smile creeping over his face. She is most definitely a daddy’s girl. Their bond is adorable. The way he is with her makes my heart melt every time; it’s basically become a permanent blob of putty in my chest.

I need this man to be my husband. I mean, he basically is, but there’s just something about making it all official that appeals to me so damn much. I want to be able to refer to him as my husband.

“We have to make this happen.” I kiss his lips, then spring back, trying to sell this some more. “The chances of you getting the flu again the day before our wedding have got to be slim to none, right? I mean, that would just be a freak of nature.”

He smiles up at me, giving my butt a little squeeze. “You’ll be able to fit into your dress again now.”

“Yes, I will.” I resist the urge to tell him it’ll be a tight squeeze, but I will be fitting into my wedding dress, dammit. And Baxter’s flu and my puke-filled pregnancy are not going to stop us this time. “It’s not like we’re starting from scratch. Let’s just do it.”

“When?”

“This summer, the way we originally planned. My coursework will be done for the year, and I’ve been saving up my vacation time at the center. I’ll take a few weeks off so we can honeymoon right after.”

His eyes glow at the mention of a honeymoon. I’m sure between our parents we could easily find care for the kids, so Baxter and I could get some alone time.

“Plus, my summer wedding dress will be perfect for the event.” I think about that stunning dress, specially designed for me, and feel a trill of excitement.

Baxter grabs his phone and checks the calendar app. “That’s seven months away.”

“I know, plenty of time to book and plan.”

“We won’t be able to get the same venue.”

“That’s okay. We’ll find something else. There’s bound to be something around.” I give him a hopeful smile. “I swear, nothing can stop it this time.” My eyes start to glint as I lean against him, our lips less than an inch apart. “I am going to will this wedding into existence. I am going to make you my husband, Baxter Brown.”

He presses his smile against mine, his tongue darting into my mouth and swiping mine before he pulls back and whispers, “I’m going to make it happen for you, TT. I promise.”

And I know he means it.

Yes! We’re getting married!

After all this time and all these setbacks, it’s finally going to happen.

“I love you,” I murmur, not even giving him a chance to reply before kissing his lips, his chin, his neck, and licking my way down his perfect torso.

He groans, rasping, “Are the kids asleep?”

“Uh-huh.” I curl my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, and he helps me yank them off. His cock—so hard and eager for me—springs out to greet me, and I smile, licking the tip as he grips my shirt and starts to pull it off.

We play a game of Tammy Says. It’s my favorite game in the world—a special one for just me and my best friend.

“Tammy says… let me suck this gorgeous cock.”

Baxter cups the back of my head as I go down on him, heating us both up for what comes next. I work him until he’s groaning, his legs squirming, on the cusp of an orgasm, before pulling away. I don’t want it to be over yet. Sitting up, I crawl back toward him. I’m usually full of way more instructions than this, ordering him around on this bed, but tonight, all I can rasp is “Tammy says… make love to your future wife.”

He grins as I perch myself over his tip, my wet folds weeping with anticipation. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me down onto him, and I let out a soft cry as he fills me all the way to my soul.

He’s the best thing that ever happened to me.

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