Callie
Nope we’ve officially turned it into a wedding venue. All players are now ushers on standby and fake groomsmen when needed.
Reagan
You know I got to admit it looks pretty good all things considered.
Jensen
Happy wedding day, princess peach! Can’t wait to celebrate you and Daddy Dex!
Lucie
I swear if that name is written anywhere…
Emma
… What would you do? Just out of curiosity…
Callie
First one to find it wins.
Coming down the stairs, I put my gold hoops in my ears. “You ready to go?”
I make it approximately three steps from the floor when Beck turns around and gives me exactly the reaction I was hoping for.
“Holy shit.” Beck fakes going weak in his knees before meeting me halfway. “You look incredible.”
I know I do. This is my absolute knock-it-out-of-the-park dress. The red satin hugs me in all the right places, and, if I do say so myself, my tits look amazing in the corset-style top.
I’ve always felt good in this dress, but I’m not sure if I’ve fucked up because I didn’t think anyone could make me feel better than I do when I wear it—that is until Beck sees me in it.
His eyes are practically eating me up in this thing. His hands find my waist but run up and down the fabric. “I don’t think there’re words that could do justice to how beautiful you look.”
Oh, this is such dangerous territory, but I don’t care. I feel way too good inside and out to care about the warning sirens going off in my head.
“Thank you. If it’s not too bold, I think I have to agree with you.”
“No, don’t think that, believe that. Own it. Jen, I’m so tempted to blow this whole thing off, but I want everyone to see me walk in with you.”
I shake my head. “I thought I said I wasn’t arm candy.”
“I didn’t say ‘see you on my arm.’ I’m on your arm. At your side. You could walk me in on a damn leash.”
Even though I know my face is now flushed and the temp in here definitely went up a good hundred degrees, Dottie hears the wordleashand suddenly she’s off the couch herding me and Beck.
Taking a small step away from Dottie’s spinning, I hold on to the lapels of Beck’s suit. “Look what you got started.”
“Worth it,” he whispers in my ear then places a soft kiss on my shoulder before stepping back. “Alright, Dottie, enough herding. Go upstairs.” Brushing my hair back softly, he smiles. “So beautiful…I forgot my watch, then we can go.”
The only thing I can do is nod. God, the red lights are flashing. The red flags are being raised and that siren is blaring, but I’m not looking. It’ll fizzle out, we haven’t even had sex yet to get each other completely out of our systems.
My rose-colored glasses are officially on and I’m no longer listening to the warning that says it’s not sex that I need out of my system—it’s how Beck makes me feel outside of that.
Yesterday was incredible. On the way home from the best orgasm of my lifetime, I couldn’t decide if I made a mistake agreeing to this or was still too wound up to care. But then with what he did for Dottie—again, he took something serious and made it fun. We came home and had a completely normal afternoon eating dinner and watching a movie.
So yeah the rose-colored glasses are on because I trust Beck to not completely destroy me at the end of this.
