Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 85154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“This is,” she starts and looks around seeing the photographer there, “this is too much.”
“I wasn’t going to let you get married with a cheap-ass ring,” I inform her. “I’m not an asshole.”
“Um, you could have gotten me a plain gold band,” she suggests. “This is—”
“It’s a four-carat, pear-shaped diamond ring with an eternity band,” Stefano fills her in. “Even I was impressed.”
“Four carats,” she repeats, looking at me and then down at her hand. “Can you get a refund when you return it next year?”
“I’m not returning a wedding ring; that’s like bad karma,” I tell her, nodding at people who are smiling and shouting congratulations as they come into the reception space.
“Can we have the bride and groom pose for pictures, please?” the photographer asks. “If you would come over here.” He points at the outside of the barn.
“This discussion isn’t over,” Eva states between clenched teeth as she walks in front of me and I get a view of the back, or actually the lack of her dress back. She swings her hips right and left, and I blink a couple of times before I look to the side to make sure no one has caught me trying to check her out. We walk outside and the heat hits you right away. “Over there is perfect.” He points at the side.
I start walking when Eva stops beside me and quickly slips out of her shoes before walking on the grass. We walk over to the side where there are piles of rocks right before the field starts. He points at the rocks. “Eva, can you climb up there?” I hold out my hand for her as she climbs on the low rock. “Levi.” He points for me to stand behind her. I follow his lead, stepping up and standing behind her. “Very nice,” he says, taking a test shot. “Levi, put your left hand on her hip so we can see your wedding band.” I grab her hip in my hand, pulling her to me at the same time.
“Getting frisky there.” She looks up at me and I can’t help but laugh at her. “But if you go any lower, I’m going to break that pretty little hand of yours.” This really makes me laugh. “You may have paid for the cow but there will be no milk-giving.”
“Perfect,” the photographer says, capturing the moment. “Eva, hold your bouquet down on one side.” She does as she’s told. He takes the picture and looks at it. “Nice,” he says as the wind picks up and blows her dress to the side, her hair tickling my nose. I move her hair to the side with my spare hand, her neck is now on display. “Okay, bend down and kiss her neck.”
“Um,” I start to say, “I think we should just stick to standing side by side.” I look at her, waiting for her to say something to him.
“It’s one picture,” she states, “just pretend.”
“How do I pretend to kiss your neck?” I chuckle as I lean down and I get as close as I can. “How’s this?” I ask and she giggles and lifts her shoulder.
Her hand comes up to touch my face. “That tickles,” she admits to me as I hear the clicking of the camera go off.
“Just a couple more seconds,” I say. I close my eyes, trying to focus on anything but the way her hand is on my face. How her hip fits in my hand perfectly, and especially how her ass feels on my cock.
“Perfect,” he says and we spring apart as if someone doused us with ice water. I slip my hand in hers as I help her off the rocks.
“You okay?” I ask as we walk toward the reception, our hands still intertwined with each other. The sun has gone down and you can hear the soft hums of crickets in the air.
“Yeah, Alice called before,” she says. “CPS is having a meeting with the lawyer tomorrow to go over the will and stuff. The reading of the will is in two days.”
“Okay, we can go together,” I tell her, our steps going slower than usual.
“You don’t have to do that; you’ve done more than enough.”
“I think I should, as your husband.” She looks over at me. “Don’t you think?”
“I have no idea what to think,” she admits, “this is all foreign territory for me.” I drop her hand out of mine and put my arm around her shoulders, bringing her to me. She puts her head on my shoulder. “Everything is so real right now.” Her voice gets low and I stop walking, knowing she needs a minute.
I turn her and pull her into my arms. She drops the bouquet at her feet as she wraps her arms around my waist, her forehead in the middle of my chest. “It’s going to be okay,” I reassure her, kissing the top of her head as she looks to the side. My hand rubs her bare arm as she looks out into the distance.