Page 155 of Take My Love
She slides her fingers inside my collar and pulls out my chain, then plays with the P pendant. “I only want you wearin’ this tonight.”
Posey…” I warn. “Watch it or we’re not gonna make it to the ceremony on time.”
She knows what her teasing does to me, purposely getting me hard before we have to be somewhere.
“Then you better stop starin’ at me like you wanna eat me.” She smirks, sliding her palms down my chest and abs. “I can practically hear the dirty thoughts in your head.”
I grab her wrists before she goes any lower and bring her knuckles to my lips. “Can’t help it when you take my breath away.”
Her blush deepens.
“Let’s go, cowboy, or we’ll be walkin’ in after the bride.” She flicks my hat, the one that drives her wild.
I smack her ass when she walks away and grab my wallet before exiting our hotel room.
Between our chaotic work and sleep schedules, we only get a few hours together in the evenings. On the weekends, we sleep in, then run errands and grocery shop.
Posey hired two more workers for Langston Soapworks, so they stay caught up on orders, and I’m planning to hire a part-time secretary this fall. That should cut some of my hours each week to spend more time together.
It’s the domestic kind of life I’ve always dreamed of sharing with her.
And I can’t wait to make it last forever.
I don’t even mind the rats anymore except when I trip over their stupid exercise balls. Not a fan of holding them either, but they’re growing on me.
Sadly, their lifespan expectancy isn’t long, so I’m mentally preparing for the day I need to replace one without Posey knowing.
The ceremony is beautiful and wraps up within fifteen minutes. Watching them commit to each other and recite their vows makes me excited for my own wedding someday.
“Champagne?” I offer, handing Posey a glass.
“Thank you.” She takes a sip, and her eyes widen. “Oh damn, this is good. Don’t let me have too many of these.”
Chuckling, I nod. Definitely need her to stay awake for later.
We sip on our drinks and snack on appetizers while we wait for dinner. Since we don’t know most of the guests, we make light conversation with the other people at our table.
“I’m dyin’ to know who made the first move,” an older woman asks next to us. “And was it before she turned eighteen or?—”
Oh no.
“It was recent,” Posey answers. “Last year.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Well, ’cause we went on a double date with ’em last September.”
The woman’s eyes widen and pingpong between Posey and me. “Oh.”
Yeah, that’s going to give her more questions than answers.
“It was one date,” I interject. “And I knew he had feelings for her even then.”
“Really?” The woman’s face lights up before she sips her cocktail. “How sweet.”
“Sometimes you just know who your person is even when you try fightin’ it.” I shrug, squeezing Posey’s thigh underneath the table.
Dinner music plays in the background as we eat and listen to the speeches. Their friends and family have nothing but nice things to say even if they crack a few jokes about them being step-siblings.
