“Maybe I should head home now, get a video call going, and make sure we record it.”
His needy moan drifted to me, threatening to turn my cock rock-hard.
“Well, uhm…”
“You like that idea, huh?”
“Maybe.”
I grinned wide and stood, absolutely on board with this plan. “In that case, give me thirty minutes.”
“Yeah, okay.” His voice dropped, all growly and sounding delectable. Hell, video sex would absolutely help the growing ache I had to endure between now and the weekend. I just hoped he realized I was deadly serious about recording.
CHAPTER23
EDDIE
“This is incredible.”
Hand in hand, we stood at the edge of the lake. Admittedly, I’d been dubious about Cassius organizing our wedding, but props to the guy. Not only was the location perfect, but everything I’d been involved with had blown me away.
The man took organization and wedding planning to a whole new level. And pulling all this off in under a month was mind-blowing.
“Right? I can’t think of anywhere more perfect for tomorrow.” Pearce squeezed my hand, the whimsy in his voice impossible not to react to. I leaned over, pressing my mouth to his neck, smiling when he angled to give me better access.
“You sure we should have separate rooms tonight?” I asked, rubbing my nose along his neck, enjoying his slight shudder and the fresh goose bumps breaking out.
He chuckled. “That was your idea. Not mine.”
“I’m an idiot.” I pulled away, and he turned toward me. “I’ve changed my mind.”
A smirking, cocky grin lifted his lips. “Nuh-uh. I had to listen to your whole speech about why you thought it was a good idea. I didn’t put up with that for nothing.” He reached out and squeezed my waist. “Plus you’ve got a special night with Lottie.”
He was right. It had been ridiculously sweet when he’d suggested I spend the evening with Lottie before our big day. My room for the night was already set up. We had a feast of sugary goodness waiting for us, and a batch of fun sports movies to watch. We were having an indoor daddy-daughter night, complete with mattresses on the floor. Lottie had tried to hold back her excitement when Pearce had suggested it, but while she thought she was a teenager at times, she was still very much my ten-year-old little girl.
“I know. You’re right.” Since we were actually having ten child-free nights starting with our wedding night, missing the chance to spend the time with my daughter, the last as a single dad, was not really up for negotiation.
“We should be getting back. Our parents will be expecting us.”
Both of our parents had arrived this morning. Tonight we were having a family meal, just the seven of us. There were already a few other of our guests here, but legit only around thirty. Neither of us had been lying when we said we wanted a quiet wedding. There’d still be twenty or so more arriving tomorrow. Combined, it seemed like a chilled, low-key number.
“Come on, then.” I tugged him in the general direction of the main property, heading toward the conservatory where the owners had organized for us to have a meal.
“You think your ’rents have survived spending time together this afternoon?”
I chuckled, only feeling slightly guilty we’d thrown our parents into the deep end. I’d met Pearce’s parents a handful of times, and he’d met mine a little less than that. Today was the first time they’d met each other. But between Pearce’s mom being as outgoing as her son, and the clear fact that like my parents, they doted on Lottie, it had been enough for them to spend time making calls to each other since we announced our wedding date.
“I think they’ve been fine.”
Pearce grinned. “Mom told me today she had a wine-fueled video call with yours last week.”
I snorted, relieved they were both making an effort and seemed to be genuinely getting along. Like me and Pearce, there was a small age gap between our parents. I’d worried it would mean a possible divide, but I’d been happy to be proven wrong.
“One of many, I expect.”
In the distance, the farmhouse came into view. Immediately my gaze zeroed in on Lottie. Bouncing a basketball, she was laughing and calling out something. From the clear amusement on Brice’s face, she was smack talking. “I hope your dad knows what he’s in for.” I gave a chin lift toward their general direction.
“Dad… well, let’s just say I didn’t get my sporting gene from him.” He chuckled as his dad dodged, tried for the ball, and missed spectacularly. “If it wasn’t for his grandad being a certifiable giant, he said he would have doubted my parentage a time or too.”
