“Does Ceasar Milan know about your dog training techniques? Because, they’re clearly top notch.”
Is it wrong that the hint of annoyance in Dare’s deep voice is my number one turn on? I know if I push his buttons just right, I can get him to throw me down and fuck the life out of me. Plus, that irritated grimace he gets where his jaw muscle ticksand his eyes narrow is so sexy it should be painted and hung in museums.
Hey, if I’m a little fucked in the head, what does that say about him? He’s the one marrying me today, after all.
He snaps his fingers and both dogs stop licking me, plopping their butts down and wagging their tails at Stern Daddy. Obviously, I’m Fun Daddy. And, yes, Dare hates it when I refer to either of us that way, which only makes me do it more. You would think he would have figured that out by now, but I think he secretly likes being antagonized as much as I like antagonizing him.
I sit up and use the edge of the comforter to dry my face off. He cringes and holds out a steaming mug that smells like heaven.
“Oh my god, I love you so much. I want to marry you and have your babies,” I groan, taking the coffee from him and taking a large gulp. It burns my tongue and scalds my throat all the way down, but it’s the good kind of pain that you know means the caffeine is going to hit any second now.
He lets out a deep chuckle that lights up my insides in all the best ways.
“We keep trying that baby making thing, but it never seems to take. You think we’re doing it wrong?” He jokes, and I snicker.
I set the mug down on the bedside table and sit up on my knees, letting the blankets fall away, leaving my half hard cock and bare body on full display for him. I grab the front of his t-shirt and lean in close with a smile spreading over my face.
It feels like just yesterday that I was renting a petting zoo to annoy my crabby neighbor, and now here we are, hours away from our wedding.
“Maybe we just need to do it harder,” I flirt. “You know, technically it’s our wedding day, so…” I drag my hand over thebulge in his sweatpants, squeezing his dick and biting back a moan at the way he immediately starts to harden in my grip.
“Yousaid you wanted to save it for our weddingnight,” he reminds me, flicking his tongue along the seam of my lips. “I’ve been sleeping on the couch fortwo weeks, to make tonight special for you. I’m not throwing that away now.”
I groan. “How can I love you so much and want to strangle you at the same time?”
He laughs again, close enough this time that I can feel the sound vibrate all the way through me. “I ask myself that questioneveryday,” he teases, and I bite his lip roughly.
Dare yelps, then parts his lips and wraps his arms around me to kiss me properly this time. I melt into him, our tongues twining and our hands wandering just enough to make me reconsider the long ceremony I insisted on. Maybe we can just cut it down to tossing the rings at each other before dipping into a supply closet or something.
My cock jerks at the thought of Dare with his suit pants hanging open, his cock out, and me on my knees…
I reach for my erection, and he grabs my wrist to stop me, smiling into the kiss with what I can only assume is an evil grin, considering how mean he’s being to me this morning. I mean, aside from bringing me coffee and doing exactly what I asked him to do weeks ago. Okay, fine,maybehe’sbeing amazing this morning and I’m just feeling petulant and horny. It’s one or the other, and I refuse to say which.
“You should drink your coffee and hop in the shower,” he says, breaking the kiss and taking a step back. The prominent bulge in his pants lets me know that he’s just as eager to get to the wedding night as I am. Somehow, knowing he’s suffering right along with me makes it just a little easier to pull myself together and focus on something other than my dick for a few minutes.
“You’re hot when you’re bossy.” I sit back and reach for my coffee again. The impromptu makeout session gave it enough time to cool down to a more reasonable temperature at least, so this time when I gulp it down like the nectar of life that it is, I manage to avoid third degree burns on the roof of my mouth.
“Do you want to go over the itinerary again?” He asks. I already know that my answer doesn’t matter, he’s going to subject me to it anyway, so I nod agreeably. I can play nice… sometimes. “Alright, it’s nine-thirty now. In an hour, we’re meeting the photographer in front of the venue so we can get pictures. All the guys should be there, dressed and ready too. Then, the ceremony is at one.”
I bobble my head agreeably, working out my own schedule in my head. The surprise I have planned should be delivered to the venue half an hour before the wedding, and on our way over there, I need to stop and pick up the special collar I bought for Rudy with the ring bearer pillow attached to it. The trick is going to be keeping Dare from asking about the extra set of bow ties, but I’m sure I’ll figure something out.
“Got it,” I say once he’s finished running through the schedule again. “Today is going to go off without a bitch, I promise.”
He snorts at me and then leans forward, bracing both hands on the bed as he stares into my eyes. There’s a softness in his expression that he doesn’t let show often, but that I can always feel. Especially in the way he always shows up for everyone he loves. Dare is the sexiest, kindest, best man I’ve ever known, and I can’t believe I get to make him my husband today.
“Fair warning before we do this. I don’t plan on getting divorced, so you’d better be sure.” There’s just the slightest hint of insecurity in his otherwise light tone.
I drag my fingers over the stubble on his cheek and lean close to rest my forehead against his. “Don’t worry, I already picked out a place to bury your body if things go South,” I assure him.
“Romantic,” he deadpans, pushing himself back upright. “I’m going to take the dogs for a walk, and then I’ll hop in the shower when you’re finished.” He moves towards the bedroom door, both dogs jumping off the bed and barking excitedly at the mention of a walk.
“Dare,” I call his name before he can leave, and he stops with one hand braced on the door. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I love you.”
The tightness eases from around his eyes and he gives me another one of those sweet smiles that settles straight into my chest, making my heart go all Grinchy and grow three sizes too big. “I love you too.”
My stomach flutters and I can feel the giddy smile stretching my lips. I’mthiscloseto squealing like a teenager who just got asked out by their first crush. Embarrassing, but true.
“Seriously, hurry up or we’ll be late,” he shouts back through the open door.
