Francesca is in crisis mode, but I am doing my best to take the pressure from her. After Britt and Bobby left, she spiraled for about an hour. I was actively planning in my mind, trying to organize my thoughts before I left her alone and went to see if what I’m thinking can actually be done. We have six days until the wedding, and I need to get Adam on board with my plan.
“Babe, I need you to let me do this. Trust me to save you from yourself.” She’s in the kitchen having her third cup of coffee this morning. The caffeine isn’t helping my cause and at this point, I think wine in the morning may keep her calmer. I wrap my arms around her waist, breathing in her coconut shampoo. She’s still tense but turns to look at me.
“We can rent tables and chairs, let’s just do this in our backyard.”
I turn her, walking her back to the island, then lift her onto it, stepping in between her legs. She’s still wrapped closely around me, her legs pulling me in tight. I give her a quick kiss.
“I do like that idea, but I think I have a better one.” I give her a smug grin.
She raises her brow. “Jackson, please don’t cause any more work for me.”
“No work involved. Let me do this, I’ve got it under control.” I shine my hand and rub it on my shirt.
“Not what I want to hear six days before our wedding.”
“You don’t think I can do it?” I feign offense.
She eyes me, brushing her hands over my shoulders, then down to massage my biceps. She thinks she’s slick, distracting me, trying to get information from me. She knows I’m going to fix this, and she also knows she’s going to love it. But I don’t want her need to know everything spoil her fun.
She leans in and rubs her chest against mine. “I know you can do it well.” She pulls me in tighter to her body, swishing her hips ever so slightly so that her core pulses against my dick.
I growl in her ear. “You’re being bad, Miss Casanova, do you need a spanking?”
“Maybe I do, Coach Gage. Your hands belong on my ass.”
I’m hard for her in an instant and I want to start stripping her right here. I slide my hands up her shirt, tickling her ribs.
Her low giggle rumbles against me. “Tell me your idea so I can help you.”
I rear my head back. “Francesca! Are you trying to seduce my secrets out of me?”
She won’t let me get far; her legs wrapped around my hips hold me close. “Two heads are better than one, Jackson! Whatever it is you’re thinking of doing, we’re going to need a lot of hands to get this ready in time.” She cries dramatically.
I narrow my eyes at her. “You only need one head and my two hands for the rest of your life.” I step back, grabbing her around the waist as I go and swing her to the floor. I slap her ass hard and she shoots me a nasty look. “Go find your girls. Do whatever last minute girl stuff you have to do and let the men handle the rest.”
I leer at her as I step away quickly. I know I’m pushing her buttons right now. She can be mad at me all she wants if it means she leaves me be to get shit ready. Plus, if I make her wait, the sex will be even better tonight.
I’m not stupid. I know my girl.
“I’m only going because you’re making me cranky with your … your …” she waves her hands around the room, searching for a word, “your aloofness, and I need a glass of wine.” When I just stare at her, because I knew this would be her answer, she continues, “Yes I know what time it is and no, I don’t care.” I laugh to myself as she whips her ponytail around and turns to walk out of the room.
“Francesca.” I bark out with authority. She stops but won’t turn around. I step up behind her, sliding my hands into her back pockets of her jeans and grab her ass. “I still love you. Call me for a ride later.”
She turns with a slight lift to her lips, gives me a quick kiss and heads off down the hallway.
I pull out my phone, texting Adam telling him I’m on my way to meet him.
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Pulling up to the latest site Adam and his crew are working on, I see him and Billy standing out front. Putting my truck into park, I jump out my driver’s side door and head towards them.
“So, did she cancel on you or what?” Billy asks.
I furrow my brows and shoot him a distasteful look. “The fuck? We’re still getting married, asshole.”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. I told her it was a sign that your love was going up in flames. She better think twice before walking into this dumpster fire.”
I glance to Adam who is smirking back at me, not saying a word. I stare back. “You love yoursister, right?”
