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Luke takes my command and sits up on his knees, both of our hands trembling as I slip out of my underwear and he shoves his jeans down to his thighs, not taking the time to push them all the way off.
I grab his thick velvety cock, rubbing my fingers over his hard length, my thumb brushing his slit as I pull him down on top of me, centering him before he thrusts hard and fast into me, stilling for an impossibly long moment.
Our breaths synchronize, my hands finding his backside as he buries his face in my neck, his breath hot on my skin. And it’s there in front of the roaring fire in our home together that we both find oblivion together and a feeling I can’t bring myself to say out loud yet, but I really hope he feels it too.
Chapter 39
Fact or Fiction?
The Fletchers get shit done.
Luke
It’s wedding prep madness on Fletcher Mountain as my brothers and I assist the rental crew who are here to set up the large outdoor tent for the reception tomorrow night. The tent comes equipped with ceiling heaters and clear sides that zip closed to keep the warmth in without impeding the view of Fletcher Mountain. It’ll feel like we’re in one of those clear igloos I see at restaurants in Denver. But here we’re in the middle of the mountain. It’s spectacular.
My mom and Everly are buzzing all over the place, literally wearing matching headsets as they transform the space into a winter wonderland of garland, pine cones, wood accents. They bark orders at Dakota, Trista, and Cozy, who all took the day off to help prep for the big day tomorrow. Even John’s girlfriend Edith showed up to help with all the decorating. For a small wedding, this is looking like quite the production.
Wyatt walks out from behind his house, carrying a large box of twelve-inch logs sliced into cookies, similar to the pieces I cut off for the lumberjack competition.
“What the hell are those for?” I ask as he sets them down on the nearest table.
“Those are the wedding favors for guests!” Everly exclaims, walking over to us with her own box in hand. She sets it down and pulls out a mason jar with a white LED tea light candle inside. The jar is wrapped with a piece of twine that holds asprig of eucalyptus and baby’s breath around it. She sets it on top of the round wooden slab and smiles. “They’re the table centerpieces and everyone gets to take one home at the end of the night.”
“Eucalyptus was marked as her favorite green filler plant on the quiz,” my mom says, rushing by with a box just like Everly’s. “Think Addison will like them?”
I smile and nod even though I don’t really know for sure if eucalyptus is her favorite plant. I just knew that was the scent on the lotion she wears every day, and it was an option in the multiple choices, so I marked it.
I watch as Everly and my mom begin placing the centerpieces along the long wooden tables that are covered with deep green velvet runners down the center.
A bar is stationed in the corner with a hot cocoa sign that’s written out in calligraphy on a chalkboard. There are twinkling fairy lights running up the beams that support the tent casting the space in cozy, yellow lighting.
“Another truck is coming!” Ethan yells from the pasture where he’s chasing Trista’s alpacas around like a wild man. Rufus is MIA, likely fearing for his life.
A loud beep sounds on Everly’s headset. “Grandma, the chair rental guy is here. I’m going to go meet him and tell them where to set them for the service.”
“By the bench, dear.”
“Copy,” Everly says and marches off.
Calder calls out to Everly. “Do you want me to bring out my—”
“Shhhh!” Everly hisses at Calder. “No, we’re not revealing that until later tonight after the dinner.”
“Got it, boss.” Calder salutes.
I cut him a look. “She’s even got you in on this shit?”
Calder waggles his brows. “Oh yeah... I’m all in, bro. Speaking of which, I need to go check on the car service guys yourwifey had us book for everyone tonight. They’re doing pickups at Judy’s, and I need to make sure those guys have four-wheel drive. Better go find my phone.”
He takes off to resume his work and I look around, seeing that everyone seems to have a job, except me. Glancing at my cabin, I decide that maybe my wife could use some help inside, so I make my way out of the tent to head up the hill.
It was Addison’s idea to host the rehearsal dinner at our place and do all the cooking even though I said we could have the Mercantile do the food. They’re already catering tomorrow night, so it would have been very easy to add to their list, but my wife would not be deterred.
As I walk into the house, my nose is filled with the scent of savory meat and smoked spices that makes my stomach growl. Addison opted for a cowboy-style dinner of brisket, short ribs, corn on the cob, and some kind of twice-baked potatoes that she made me taste test earlier in the week. And of course, she worked her ass off late last night making fresh sourdough bread rolls and cinnamon butter to go with everything.
My wife is an overachiever.
Which is only confirmed when I find her in the kitchen wrapped in nothing but a bath towel as she bends over the oven to temperature check her meat.
