I shrug. “I don’t care if you scream. But you might frighten Kaylie if you do.”
She ponders that for a minute, then grumbles, “Asshole.” I shrug.
Sitting up, but not moving off her, I open my phone back up and call Austin on speaker. Everly is still thrusting her hips trying to throw me off her lap, but I’m too heavy.
“What’s up, Mason?” Austin answers on the second ring.
“I need you and Colt to pack up my things in my room, load them into a truck and deliver them to Everly’s place. Just the essentials. I’ll get the rest later.”
“You finally locked that down, huh?” Austin chuckles. Everly’s jaw drops open, and it’s all I can do not to laugh.
“Yep. We’re getting married.” Everly starts to speak, but I cover her mouth with my hand, muffling the sound.
“No shit?”
“No shit. I just need to get to the courthouse. Hey, but don’t tell anyone. I’ll tell them afterward.” Everly’s hands are gripping my wrist as she thrashes around underneath me. I lean down, pulling my phone away from my face, and whisper, “If you don’t stop attacking me and start behaving yourself, I’m going to have to punish you,wife.”
Her eyes go wide, but she’s not afraid. I can feel her heart pumping against my chest and her breathing has turned to panting. She’s turned the fuck on and now I know her little secret.
Licking a path up her neck to her ear, I tease her, “I promise I’ll do all those dirty things I know you read in your romance books, but first we need to get you down the aisle and give you my last name.”
She shakes her head. I nod mine. I can hear Austin shouting for me through the phone.
“Yeah, sorry. I dropped my phone,” I say by way of excuse.
“Nice try. I heard your little threat and I approve.” Austin laughs. “Colt and I will have your shit packed and delivered before sundown,” he guarantees. “You told Pres yet?”
“Nope. I’m going to call him here in just a second. I wanted to get you two moving on my shit first.”
We hang up, and I dial Gabe’s number.
“Yeah,” he answers gruffly.
“The prospects are clearing out most of my stuff in the clubhouse and moving it into Ever's place for me. We’re getting hitched.”
I hear the scruff of his beard against the phone and can picture him scrubbing his hand over it. “Just tell me this. Was she drunk off her ass when she agreed to marry you?”
I smile, knowing Ever heard him. “Fuck no, Pres. This was all her idea.”
“Well, fuck me. Congratulations then, son. Hurry the fuck up. We’ve got some shit to get handled here. But bring her with you and we will have a proper celebration.”
“Be there in a bit.” We hang up. Everly is thrashing under me again, shaking her head.
“I’m not going to the clubhouse. We are not getting married. Mason, be serious!”
“I am one hundred percent serious.” I reply, pulling her up to stand next to me. My hand finds her ass. “Go get whatever shit you two need for the day. We’ve got some errands to run and then we need to go by the clubhouse so I can talk to Pres in person.”
She starts to push back, no doubt ready to argue with me again, but I bite her lip and grip her ass hard. “Do what I asked, or I’m going to take you in that room and edge your ass until you fall in line.”
She shudders. “You can’t do that.” Her words are breathy. “Kaylie?—”
“Will stay in her room quiet like a good little girl with her snacks and a movie for hours if I promise to take her to see Caleb’s horses.” Everly’s face falls. She knows I’m right. Kaylie will play the silent game for hours if I tell her the prize is feeding Caleb’s horse. A little trick he and Liz taught me over Christmas.
“Fuck you,” Everly grumbles.
“Oh, I plan on it, as soon as I make you mywife.”
The ride to the clubhouse is relatively quiet except for Kaylie, who has been prattling on about her bear Winston. Apparently, he and one of her new dolls have hit it off and will be having their own wedding in a few days. She’s been going on and on about the details.
