Page 116 of Totally Shipped
Nice work, Daisy. Operation Harvey the Hero, and Brooke the Badass: A tragic love story-turned new-enterprise is underway.
JUNE - ONE YEAR LATER
DAISY
So we nearly miss our own wedding.
But it’s not my fault!
Well, maybe it is.
The night before the wedding I’d told the guys I was sleeping alone.
“It’s tradition.”
There was a lot of moaning, but they finally agreed.
And I went to bed alone, in one of the eight bedrooms of our ridiculous house. Gray tells me it’s not a house, but a barn. Whatever, it is lovely—just huge.
“Gotta fill it with more babies,” Leander winks.
The insurance from the accident gave us an impressive amount. We pooled it and bought all the land around Meemaw’s house. This is where we live now.
And Brooke is next door with her newly built Harvey Bannister Survival Academy. The first students, and the tv show pilot, start filming next month.
Nikau, Nanda and Keyara are still in Meemaw’s cottage. Key rides her bike along the driveway to come visit Thea nearly every day.
Not this morning, though. This morning she’ll be at home, having her hair done by her momma.
And I’ve got other plans for the morning.
I wander into our kitchen, wearing the “here comes the bride” tee-shirt Brooke had given me.
“No panties? What are you trying to do to us?” Killian groaned.
I pour myself some coffee and give my butt a wiggle. An enjoyable chorus of groans come from the table where Leander, Gray, Killian and Rex are sitting.
Killian’s eyes meet mine.
“No sex until we’re married, you said yesterday. And today you show up in the kitchen like this? Someone is sending mixed messages.”
His voice is slightly hoarse and makes my nipples harden.
I lean over to get some sugar, even though I don’t take any in my coffee. And yes, I’m completely aware that it makes my tee-shirt rise up and expose all of my butt crack
I hear kitchen chairs scrape across the slate floor.
The next second a mouth descends on my ass and bites—hard. I give a yelp.
“Now now, no complaining.” Leander has his stern voice on. “You set this up, now you’ve got to take what comes.”
What comes? Or what cums (wink wink).
This was my plan all along, but I put up a little show of protest anyway. “We have to wait until our wedding night!”
“Fuck that,” Rex says. “Leander, spread those legs apart. Show me the pretty pussy I’m about to marry.”
“Aye, aye, Captain.”
