Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“People still do this?” Esther asked, laughing. “I thought it was only in movies.”
“My asshole sister does,” I replied, letting go of her hand to untie the cans from my bumper.
“When did she do this?” she asked, going closer so she could look at the Just Married writing on the back window.
“Probably while we were eating,” I said with a huff, using my pocket knife to cut the rope. “That better be dry erase marker, or I’m going to kill her.”
She stuck a finger out and ran it over a little heart drawn on the corner of the window, showing the little red flecks to me when she finished.
“Good,” I grumbled. I ripped off the balloons and popped them with my knife, yanking open her door.
“You’re not really mad, are you?” she asked quietly, moving toward me.
“Irritated,” I clarified.
“It’s sweet.”
“The car’s a classic.”
Esther nodded, but she didn’t say anything else as she climbed inside.
I left the writing on the windows but popped the balloons on my side and dropped them on the ground before following her inside the car. Myla could pick up her own garbage when she came outside.
“My window says lovebirds,” Esther said as I backed out of the parking spot. “She even drew little birds.”
“You like it,” I murmured, glancing at her.
“I think it’s nice,” she confirmed quietly, pulling on her seat belt.
We didn’t say much as I drove toward the house. Our house. Halfway there, I felt her hand on my thigh and I let go of the steering wheel to put mine on top of hers.
“Thank you for today,” she said, breaking the silence as we pulled down the driveway. “It was great.”
“Hell, you did all of it,” I reminded her, shooting her a smile. “What are you thanking me for?”
“You agreed to it,” she countered, watching me. “I know you wanted to just go to the courthouse.”
“I’m an idiot.” I shook my head. “I woulda missed out on seein’ you in that dress.”
Esther laughed quietly as I pulled up to the garage and put the Mustang in park.
“Gimme a sec.” I reached for the door handle.
“Oh, wait!” she burst out, letting go of my leg so she could unbuckle her seat belt. She turned and got to her knees, hanging over the seat to go through a bag on the floor behind it.
“When the hell did you stash that?”
“Emilia was in charge of it,” she said distractedly. “Oh, here!”
She turned back and dropped onto her ass, breathless, and held out a little gray box.
“No fuckin’ way,” I murmured, pulling it from her fingers.
“Happy wedding day,” she said, almost shyly.
I pushed the button and watched the garage door slide upward.
“How the fuck did you manage this?” I huffed in surprise, grinning at the open garage.
“I asked Micky what he thought you would like,” she replied proudly. “He said you buy whatever you want usually, but that you’d been putting off buying a garage door opener.”
“When did—”
“They came out this morning and connected it all after you went to the clubhouse.” If it was any person but Esther, I would’ve called her tone smug.
I laughed, shaking my head. “Fuckin’ nailed it, baby,” I murmured, pulling the Mustang into the garage. As soon as I’d parked inside, I closed the door behind us.
“Thank goodness,” she mumbled as it grew dim inside. “I was pretty nervous you would think I was a lunatic.”
I reached for her, but she didn’t stop talking.
“It’s a pretty weird present. But since I’ve never been married before I wasn’t really sure what to get.”
I slid the seat back and maneuvered her onto my lap sideways. She was still babbling nervously.
“Plus, I had to use your money to get it, which seemed counterintuitive, but—”
She muttered the last couple of words against my mouth before stopping abruptly and leaning into the kiss.
After days of keeping my hands to myself and taking cold showers every night, my hands were practically shaking as I slid them over her. The dress was snug and hung all the way to her feet so there was no way I could get under it while we were still in the car, but I sure as hell could feel her over it, and I did. My hands roamed frantically, cupping her tits, gripping her thigh, tangling in her hair, wrapping lightly around her throat. I wasn’t sure how long we sat there in the car while I pawed at her and she wrapped one arm around my neck and laid the other hand against my cheek, but by the time I jerked away, cursing with impatience, the windows were completely fogged over.
“Come on,” I rasped, throwing open my door. I climbed out, not letting her go, and used my ass to shut the door as I carried her through the garage. It wasn’t raining much, and I didn’t bother putting her down as I stomped from the garage to the house.