Page 42 of Lost Lyrics

I wouldn’t be marrying her if I had expected anything less.

I leaned in and gave her a soft kiss. “I’ll certainly remember it. Forever. Guaranteed.”

Too smooth?

Never!

I was just stoked that I, some kid from Pasadena, who liked singing and playing the guitar, could now afford to give my fiancée the wedding of her dreams.

Silver flecks sparkled in Sutton’s eyes. She grazed her teeth across her lower lip. Yeah, I’d made her day. She curled her hand around my leg and gave it a small nudge. “Since we’re discussing the wedding, and I know it’s not your favorite topic, but would you mind doing one or two other things with me...maybe three?”

I took a quick sip of wine, then threw her a saucy grin. “Is that the number of orgasms you want me to give you? I’m down for that.”

“No.” She blushed. I loved it when she did. “I meant discuss a few wedding details.”

“Sure.” Anything for her. “But remember, we’ve got to cook dinner soon.”

“I know. We have plenty of time.” She grabbed her folder and took out a bunch of printouts. “So, first, what kind of suit do you want to wear? That will influence the overall theme, colors, the style of decorations, the flowers, and the girls’ bridesmaid dresses. Since we aim to get married near the beach, do you want to go casual in linen?” She shuffled and moved the photos, laying them out on the bed. “Or wear semi-formal dinner suits, or go all out in black-tie tuxedos? And what colors do you like?” She pointed at a pile of floral arrangements printouts. “Bright reds, pinks or yellows, soft pinks and creams, or white?”

Wow.This was a lot to take on board. I really didn’t care about this shit. But Sutton did. And when I looked at the photos, I winced. Maybe I did care. I put my wine on the nightstand and sifted through the images spread out across the bed. Some suits in the pictures weren’t me. A few of the flower bouquets were ugly. So...yeah, I had to have a say...and a bit of fun.

“Sutt, none of this works. I want the guys and I to wear bright blue dinner suits and have the place decked out with big pink flowers, silver balloons, and huge ice sculptures. I want real flamingos walking around the garden and have a classical pianist playing. Oh, and doves. We’ve gotta have a fucking shitload of doves.”

Sutton choked on a mouthful of wine and giggled. “Ice sculptures? Flamingos? Doves? What the hell? Since when have you liked them?”

I swooped in and kissed her lips. Hovering an inch away from her mouth, I lowered my tone and chuckled. “Never. I’m fucking with you.”

She caught my chin between her thumb and index finger, shook my head, then tapped my cheek. “I know.” She touched her lips to mine and smiled. She combed her fingers through my hair, swiping the long strands off my face. “I know you, Flint Glover. But I can get you flamingos if your heart is set on them.”

“No.” I grimaced. “Please don’t. I definitely don’t want flamingos.”

“I was kinda liking the idea.” Her playful tone threaded through my heart.Damn,she’s beautiful.

“No, you weren’t. They’d shit all over the lawn, and you wouldn’t want that.”

Her eyes glinted as she pressed her forehead against mine. “I hate that you know me so well.”

“Likewise.” I kissed her again, then scanned the pile of pictures once more. “Okay. So let’s do this wedding thing.”

“Please.” She shuffled in close, her arm and leg brushing against mine.Yeah...perfect.

I sifted through the printouts. “How’s this? I like black. So no linen. I’d prefer a dinner suit and tie over a tux.” I grabbed the picture of the Hugo Boss design that had caught my eye and placed it in front of Sutton, then shifted through more of her photos. “Roses are your favorite flower, so ignore all these peonies, tulips, orchids, and whatever these spikey looking things are.” I tossed those pages aside. “And you like light pink more than any other color.” I picked up a couple of pictures containing pink decorations and flowers and put them beside the suit photo. “So my suggestion would be black dinner suits, light pink roses, and decorations similar to this.” I pointed to an image of a table decked out with a black tablecloth, white plates, candles, crystal glassware, and a low centerpiece of pink and white flowers.

“Oh my God.” Sutton splayed her hand across her chest and rested her head against my shoulder. “Black and pale pink are perfect. You’re so good at this. I’ve been stressing about themes and colors for weeks. You really need to be more involved.”

“I will. I promise.” I kissed the tip of her shoulder. “I’m sorry I haven’t been. I just want you to have the most amazing day and have everything you want. I don’t want to get in the way.But from now on, if you need my help, just ask. Although...I don’t think I’ll be very useful when it comes to your dress.” The excitement of our pending day simmered through my veins. “I’m actually looking forward to that surprise. To see you dressed up as a beautiful bride.Mybride. But I’d also be very happy if you wore nothing.” I twisted toward her and ran my hand over her bare thigh. “Or if you chose something short and sexy. Nothing skanky, but something that shows off these gorgeous legs.”

She raised a saucy eyebrow. “I won’t be in nothing. I already know what I want for my dress.” All traces of her tears disappeared as glitter shimmered through her eyes.

“You’ll look amazing in anything, but I have one simple request.” I dipped my head and kissed the small of her neck. “Make sure it doesn’t have a million buttons or lacing. I’ll want to get you out of whatever you’re wearing as quickly as possible. Deal?” I slid my palm higher up her thigh, dragging the hemline of her dress with it. She giggled as my hand disappeared underneath her skirt and my fingertips brushed across the front of her panties. “Make sure it’s...this easy.”

She turned to face me and smiled against my lips. “What happened to discussing the wedding?”

“Oh...we are.” I took her wine and placed it next to mine on the nightstand. “This is part of the wedding is non-negotiable. Practice is essential before our wedding night.”

“Mmmm. I won’t argue with that.” She ran her hands over my shoulders, down my sides, and took hold of my T-shirt. She eased it upwards, yanked it over my head, and dropped it on the floor. Hunger flared in her eyes as she raked her gaze over my chest.Total boner material. She leaned forward and kissed along the length of my collarbone, up my throat, and met my lips. “I love you.”

“Will you love me when I’m an old, fat, and frumpy musician?”

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