Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
“Yeah, sweetheart, it is.” She came out to the balcony, a cup of coffee in her hand, mine sitting on the table beside us, our chairs so close together that Celeste’s legs can be tossed over my thighs. The shirt she nabbed on her way out of the bedroom is one of mine. Always stealing my shirts to wear. The way she goes through them, we’ll either have to start doing laundry more often, or I’ll have to stock up. Especially on the cotton ones. There aren’t too many days a week when I can get away with wearing jeans and a shirt.
“Wylder Hayes, you we’re just going to slip this on my finger without asking or at least telling me why it’s there?” Celeste knows I’m not a man of many words. When I have something to say, I say it. Her giving my hell with that soft and sweet smile, eyes glistening with wetness, it’s clear she needs the words this morning.
“Celeste Reyes, the ring is already on your finger. My intentions have been clear since the beginning. No matter what the circumstance, I wasn’t going to give you up. Even when you thought I was already married to my sister.” We both chuckle. Celeste snorts. I laugh. What a fiasco that was, and still, to this day, Journey and our mother give me hell over it. “I want my last name attached to yours. I want you as my wife, as my partner, and as the mother of our children.” She launches her whole body into mine. I barely have the time to hold the two of us up so the chair doesn’t tip backward before her lips crush mine in a fierce kiss, full of happiness. My tongue wraps around hers. There was a moment when it was pure silence and I was worried I’d have to get on my knees, spread her thighs, and use my mouth, spelling out ‘Will you marry me’ with my tongue along her clit. Fuck, I may still do that with the way her kiss is matching me, how she’s wiggled to straddle my lap, knowing that there isn’t a stitch of clothing beneath my white cotton shirt she’s wearing, one tug of my sweat pant is all it would take.
“Wylde.” Her lips leave mine. Her eyes open, flush with desire.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” I can feel a question lingering between us, making me think there’s something she isn’t telling me. We’ve talked about starting a family. Celeste wasn’t opposed, and I’ve seen her with Von. She couldn’t be a more devoted aunt. Most recently, our balcony now has a deck box full of pool toys just for Von when he comes over. I was right beside her when we went to the store and added shit to the cart that I’d think he’d like. It’s what made me realize there’s a deep-seated need to see her with children of our own, going so far as to tell her I wouldn’t mind if she threw away her birth control that night. It didn’t go over well. Of course, that’s probably because I didn’t say it that way. My mouth got ahead of me and took it to a whole new level. That was probably one of the worst arguments we’ve had. It took a fuck ton of apologizing while still letting her know I’m not getting any younger and I’d like to start on our family sooner rather than later.
“I love you, and I know we live in Las Vegas, but I do not want an Elvis officiant to marry us.” All that worry, and it was for that.
“Love you, too, sweetheart. And you don’t have to worry about that. Between both of our moms, I think we’ll have a hard time getting a voice in the matter, but I can assure you neither of them would allow us to be married by Elvis.” Laughter bubbles up inside her. She’s giggling uncontrollably, burying her face in the crook of my neck.
“That was really dumb to be worried about, wasn’t it?” She sighs, not giving me her eyes, instead nestles in further while my hands hold her tightly.
“Nah, I mean, you hear about people coming to Vegas to get married by an Elvis impersonator. That’s not for us, though.” Not that I want some big extravagant wedding. Something small would be perfectly fine with me. There’s something about inviting over five hundred people that makes my skin want to break out in hives.
“You’re right. I can’t wait to be your wife.” She leaves her worries behind, the heart of her coming out.
“Fuck, yeah, we’ll make it happen, and soon.” I kiss her again. This time, I’ll be taking this further. My future wife’s shirt will be off, and her tits will be in the palm of my hands while she rides my cock. It’s a perfect start to the day.