We both laugh for a second before we go at it with pure abandon until I’m shaking around his length, and he chases me not long after by unloading inside of me.
We stand there, draped around each other, completely spent and satisfied.
* * *
“You have the newlywed glow,”Isla remarks as she leans against the ballet barre at my studio in workout gear, waiting for my ballet barre class for adults.
I attempt to avoid her gaze because I need to hide a ridiculous smile. “I don’t,” I deny. But I know the opposite is true. There was yesterday in the kitchen, then last night we might have gone another round after lights out in bed. This morning, I might have let him join me in the shower too.
It’s bad. I’m addicted. But for an unexplained reason, I don’t feel like I should run.
“I’m cautious,” I reaffirm out loud.
“Sure, but you look like someone who can barely walk due to living her best life.”
I have to laugh at her observation while I connect my phone to Bluetooth. “Maybe tone down the orgasm accusations, I have to deal with our moms in like two minutes.”
“Oh please, knowing you and Connor can’t keep your hands off one another would fuel April and Brielle’s souls. They already texted me asking when we can throw a late bridal shower.”
“What?”
She gives me a knowing nod. “I’m responsible for inviting all the girlfriends and wives of the hockey team.” I’m not surprised, they text Isla like she’s a daughter on a normal week, which I love, since other than her brother, Isla doesn’t have a lot of family.
“Well… I guess it could be fun.” I can’t decide.
Isla has a sheepish grin. “You’re kind of enjoying this wild ride you walked right into, huh?”
I croak out a sound. “It’s not like there’s been a boring minute lately.”
“Admit it, of all the guys on that hockey team that you could have woken up married to, you’re happy it’s Connor.”
“Relieved may be more like it,” I admit.
She chuckles as she stretches her arm over her head. “Mark my words, Hadley Crews Spears. That guy isn’t your accidental husband, he’s your forever husband.”
Before I can think of an answer, Isla tips her head to the door. “Speak of the devils.” Isla offers a funny smile as my mom and Brielle enter my studio, along with two other ladies who join the class.
My mom walks to me and gives me a hug, along with Brielle. “You shouldn’t be here, you should be on your honeymoon,” my mom mentions.
“That will come later, I guess.”
She waves a finger in front of me. “I know. But since you made the choice to elopewithoutyour parents present…” There is that disproving tone, and here comes her bright cheery smile. “Brielle and I have taken the liberty to explore options that something is done to celebrate your marriage.”
Brielle hands me an envelope. “For you and Connor.”
I examine it with curiosity and see it’s a fancy envelope that’s closed by a traditional stamp that requires melting a stick of wax that I used to do as a kid at the craft station at Pioneer Park nearby. My eyes nearly bug out when I notice the letters H & C engraved on the stamp.
Taking the card out, I begin to read then stop. “Did you two seriously just hand me an invite for my own wedding?”
Brielle bounces her shoulders. “We’re just presenting options. We can’t donothing. It’s not a wedding, per se, it’s a celebration, wedding-ish.”
I read out the card. “‘Mr. and Mrs. Spencer Crews and Mr. and Mrs. Ford Spears warmly invite you to celebrate theunexpectedmarriage of their children Hadley Crews and Connors Spears at the Dizzy Duck Inn in Lake Spark.’” My jaw goes slack. “You even put hockey sticks on the invitation?”
“I thought it was a nice touch, actually. It was Brielle’s idea to add that little phrase at the end.” My mother is in her element.
“‘He was always waiting to win her heart.’” I read it aloud in utter disbelief that they mocked up an invite and made it so sweet that I might get a toothache… but I’m grinning.
My mom turns to Isla. “I think the bridal shower is off. We’re going bigger with a party if they agree. We’ll meet for the second round of invites.”
