Page 62 of The Reality of Wanting Him

It seems everyone’s fine with skipping the pleasantries and diving right into wedding talk.

Kieran steps closer, inspecting it with a critical eye. “Love that for you, and I agree this color isn’t really in season. Let’s find something that’s still a statement, but in the right way.”

“What’s the vibe you’re going for on your wedding day?” Jace questions, using words I understand far more than whatever Kieran was talking about.

“I’m still deciding,” Blake admits. “I definitely don’t want to be boring. I kind of want to do something that’ll piss my mom off since my parents doubted I’d be walking down the aisle in the first place. Obviously, I also want to like it too because I know I’ll enjoy the pictures and videos for the rest of our lives. And I don’t want to embarrass Liam if I go too bold.” He turns to face me with a sheepish grin, but he should know better than that by now.

“This isyourwedding day, you know that, right?” My tone might be a little harsher than I intended as I arch my brow at him, but I also want to drive home my point, so I think it works. “Wear whatever you fucking want, B. I just want you to be happy.”

Blake’s face lights up and he gives me a slight nod before focusing his attention back on the blue jacket that’s now in his hand.

Jace turns to look at me next. “What are you planning to wear?”

“I’ll probably go with a black suit.”

Blake gasps like I’ve somehow offended him. “Nooo, Liam, babe, hear me out. Do you really want me to get up there in something cool and sexy and unique, and then have you look like you didn’t even give a shit to pick something out. What about charcoal? Or”—he tugs me toward another rack—“navy. Sexy but still classic, plus it’ll look so cool with your eyes. Black is so boring.”

Kieran nods. “I love what you could do with different shades in a blue color palette.”

Sam returns with our drinks, setting them down on the counter. “I also pulled some options based on your fittings questionnaire. Feel free to take a look.”

Blake immediately reaches for a navy tux with black satin lapels. “Ooooh, Liam, this.” He holds it up to me, tilting his head. “Yep. Hot as hell. We’re trying this one.”

I take a sip of my water before taking the tux from Blake’s hand, kissing him softly on the mouth, and heading into the dressing room.

“Wait!” Blake practically yells in the nearly silent store. “Take these too,” he says, shoving a couple more options in my arms.

Shaking my head, I can’t stop from smiling as I do exactly as he says.

“Hurry up. I need to see just how sexy you are in a tux. I’m worried that I’ll try to strip you out of it when we’re supposed to be saying our vows.”

“You do know we’re in public, right?” Ash says, and I can only imagine the look on Blake’s face right now. I can hear the other guys out there laughing, and I kind of love how Blake has no chill in front of our friends.

I try on the first one Blake was so excited about, the navy tux. Sam was kind enough to assemble the entire outfit, so I pull on the white shirt first before the rest of the ensemble. I shake my head, smirking to myself as I pull the jacket on and adjust the lapels. I have to admit, Blake has good taste, and Sam got the fit just right for everything. The tux fits like a dream.

I step out of the dressing room, and immediately, the group goes silent. They’re all sitting in chairs, waiting for me, and Blake freezes mid-sip of his coffee. His eyes rake over me so shamelessly, and I love that I’ve done the impossible and rendered him speechless.

“Okay, yeah,” he finally says, voice slightly hoarse. “You’re definitely wearing that. Holy shit, babe. You lookhot.” He's got the biggest smile plastered on right now, but his eyes are dark, like he’s picturing exactly what he wants to do to me. My chest aches with how much I love him and how lucky I feel that we made it here together.

Chad lets out a low whistle. “Damn, dude. If he wasn’t already obsessed with you before, you just solidified it. I’ve never seen him this smitten.”

Blake finally blinks, shaking himself out of whatever fantasy he’s just played through in his head. “Turn. Let me see the whole thing.”

I humor him, doing a slow turn, and before I even complete the full circle, Blake is out of his chair, putting his hands on me like he physically can’t help himself.

“You’re so sexy,” he says again in a breathy tone, and I can’t help but smile. “I mean, you always are, of course. But this is a whole new level.” Then he leans in close and whispers, “I definitely want you to fuck me in that tux after our wedding.”

I chuckle, sliding a hand around his waist and pulling him closer. “Glad you approve, and I think we can make that happen.”

I brush a quick kiss against his lips before heading back into the dressing room to change. If picking a tux gets him this worked up, I can’t wait to see what he does when I’m actually standing at the altar.

I’m barely back in the dressing room when I hear Blake enthusiastically asking Sam about his options.

Sam chuckles, assuring him that they already set aside options for him as well. “I pulled a few styles based on what you mentioned too. Do you have a preference?”

I hear Blake hum and it sounds like he’s tearing through the rack. “I mean, obviously, I want to look hot as hell. But also, like, husband material. Like,wow, that guy definitely landed the man of his dreams and is about to say ‘I do’ in the most stylish way possible.You know?”

“Oh, totally,” Ash deadpans. “That was very clear. You just made Sam’s job so easy.”

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