Chapter Thirty-Nine
LEVI
“To the future Mr. and Mrs. Clarke,” Em announces and lifts a hand. We all clink our glasses of champagne, minus Stevie, who’s having sparkling apple cider.
“And to Emma finally getting on the newspaper,” Stevie adds.
I look over to my beautiful fiancée, who has a sash around her chest saying “future bride.” She’s not a traditionalist when it comes to weddings, and we can’t afford a big celebration. So, tomorrow we’ll be saying our vows in her moms’ large backyard in a very intimate ceremony. Of course, everyone is invited, and Stevie will still be wearing a wedding dress. However, she warned me the dress wouldn’t be a traditional one either. She could’ve chosen a burlap sack, for all I care, and I’d still feel like the luckiest man in the world.
Stevie only insisted on three things. One, a bachelor and bachelorette party, which I agreed to, as long as it was a stag and doe party. We came together as a group to a pub in Kingston. Secondly, Jenn hired a caterer in Woodstock, who offered us a discount on the dinner after the ceremony, which will also takeplace in the backyard. And three, sleeping in separate places the night before the wedding. The last one was the one I tried to fight her on, but my stubborn bride was set in her ways. We decided to stay in separate hotels with our friends.
I even tried to bring up the fact that sleeping separately the night before is one of the most traditional things. I only caved when she promised to fuck me in between the ceremony and dinner with her wedding dress on. She knew that’d shut me up.
Kamila motions to the waiter and orders loaded nachos for everyone. The food arrives, but I don’t let go of Stevie’s hand under the table. My friends are supportive of our decision. Well, except for Kami, who threatened Cameron after seeing the cocky smirk on his face at the idea of them getting engaged.
“You better wait until your shop is up and running and I get my first job, Kahlo. And no kids for at least seven years. We’ll most likely have twins, and I do not need that craziness around me at such a young age. No offense, Levi.”
I hadn’t taken any offense to it, but when Kami looked at me, Cameron shrugged, clearly telling me the asshole was going to do it sooner rather than later. I just know the fucker already has a plan, and Kamila will say yes. The two have been in the making for almost six years now.
Stevie and I might be getting married, but we made a promise that we wouldn’t let it get in the way of our career plans. I’ve decided to try to apply for an internship in the music department next year, and Stevie is taking a singing class outside of Driscoll in the late summer. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Right now, I need to enjoy this moment.
I grab Stevie’s left hand and bring it up, kissing her ring finger for the millionth fucking time in the past two weeks. That’s right, it’s only been two weeks since she said yes, and we’re already getting married. I’m almost one hundred percent sure that our parents thought she was pregnant when we askedfor help to set everything up. Gran was the only one who never suspected she was. When it comes to having kids, Stevie still isn’t ready to tell them about her decision to have the surgery next year. That part isn’t my business; I’m just a shoulder to lean on for all of the support she needs whenever she needs it.
She smiles at the kiss, and our eyes lock. The room around us disappears as usual, and her pupils dilate.
Fuuuuck.I’m already hard. We can’t seem to get enough of each other. It’s been fuck after fuck for the past two weeks. It’s as if marking her with that ring made both of our libidos skyrocket. We tried a couple of new things, including me finally claiming that last hole of hers.
The thought of that night sends blood rushing to my dick, and I feel it strain against my jeans.
Stevie looks down and smirks. Leaning over, I whisper, “I’m going to fuck you in the ass while you’re wearing your wedding dress, Bambi. Just keep that in mind when you walk down the aisle.”
Her hand tightens around mine as she clears her throat. “Oh, I will be, Hotshot.”
“Okay, you guys need to stop that. Even I’m getting hard by the way you’re looking at each other,” Jake pipes up, interrupting us. Stevie giggles, and I glare at him. “The other girls are eager to get to wherever they’re going, and something tells me they have quite a surprise waiting for your woman.”
Narrowing my eyes at said girls, I warn them, “No.”
Emma lifts a brow in confusion. “I have no idea what you’re so concerned about, Levi.”
Kamila, Jenny, Luna, and Cameron’s friend Zoey echo her statement.
Stevie hides her smile. “Come on, Levi. Let them have their fun. We did everything else together tonight.”
I let out a deep breath. “And if the guys got a stripper for me?”
Stevie’s eyes flare with jealousy, making me laugh. “Touch her and you’re a dead man,” she grits out in a tone so dark and hot, I almost take her here on the table. “Other than that, have fun, but not too much fun.”
I pull her chair closer to mine. “Same rules apply to you, except it’ll be his windpipe I’ll be breaking. And I’m sure you don’t want to be responsible for a man’s death, would you now, baby?”
Her breathing turns shallow, and our lips remain an inch apart.
“Enough!” Em slams her hand on the table. “Jake’s right, your sexual energy is affecting everyone here. I’m pretty sure Will and Cameron are ready to pounce on Zoey and Kami.” She stands. “Let’s go, girls.”
“One sec,” Stevie says from over her shoulder. She takes the back of my head and gives me one deep kiss, making me groan. God, I love her.
She pushes me away. “Our last kiss as fiancés.”
I give her a quick peck. “Get out of here and remember, keep your hands to yourself.”
