“Well, I'll let you get going. I know today is a big day for you.”
“Thank you for everything, Doc.”
“You’re welcome.” He opens the door but pauses to glance over his shoulder. “Oh, tell Pilot I’ll be ready to go on Friday.”
I don’t know the full details of what Lyric or the club paid the good doctor, and I don’t want to know. Some club business needs to remain club business. That’s nothing new, and I’m good with it. I wouldn’t be marrying Lyric if I weren’t.
“Ready to go?” Becs asks.
“So ready.”
“I can believe Lyric wouldn’t let you stay in a hotel last night,” she comments as we step onto the elevator a few minutes later.
“You do remember what happened last time we were supposed to marry, right?”
She swats my shoulder. “Of course, I do. All that bullshit is done and over with, though.”
“You know as well as I do that the Shadow Sixes aren’t the only threat out there.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.”
I climb into the passenger seat of her Range Rover, and we drive home in relative silence. One would never know that a wedding is about to take place.
“They better be done setting up the runway,” I say as we enter the clubhouse.
“We are,” Lyric says as he practically pounces on me.
I try to push him away but fail miserably. He lifts me in his arms and presses my back against the wall.
“That’s my cue to go check in with Copper,” Becs says with a laugh as she walks away.
“You’re not supposed to see me before the ceremony,” I scold.
“How’d it go at the doctor?” he asks, ignoring my statement.
“Lyric, put me down,” I demand. “I need to go get ready.”
He rocks his hips, and I moan when I feel the pressure from his hard cock. “What. Did. The. Doctor. Say?”
“I’m all good,” I say in a breathy tone. “No more follow-ups.”
“And the other thing?”
I smirk. “You make it sound like you’ve had to be celibate for four months.”
“I have thoroughly enjoyed the slow, passionate lovemaking we’ve done,” he says. “But I’m ready to fuck you senseless.”
“You can fuck me senseless after you make me Mrs. Jenkins.”
He whirls me around in a circle before setting me on my feet and kissing me quickly. Then he smacks my ass.
“What’re you waiting for? Go get ready.”
My laughter fills the air as I make my way to the spare room. Last night was the first night I slept in this room in months, and since Lyric wouldn’t give the okay for another hotel stay, I insisted we at least not share a bed the night before our wedding.
“I was starting to worry,” Savvy states when I enter the room.
“Nothing to worry about,” I quip. “I’m here, and all is well.”
