Before I can open the door, Grady tugs me into his arms, my back against his chest. He buries his head in the curve of my neck and inhales deeply.
“Grady?”
“I do want this,” he says quietly, his breath tickling me. “I’m sorry that I haven’t been as present with the wedding preparations. I shudder to think what you and your mother have planned without me; I’m not walking down the aisle in lilac.”
“I’ll have you know the purple is more like burnt claret.”
“Claret is red.”
“I did think it looked a bit funny for purple.” That explains it. Oops. To be honest, I haven’t even thought about suits. Well, I have in the strictest sense since IloveGrady in suits, and a tux sounds incredible, and Zach is looking forward to perving on my brother—which I still don’t want to think about.
Grady kisses the top of my head and slowly releases me, nudging me out the door and towards his car.
“Do we go shopping for those together?” I ask curiously. I haven’t googled that yet. Where’s my phone? I think I left it inside. Grady’ll have his, it’s fine.
“I don’t… think so?” Grady says, brows drawing together. “No.” More firmly this time. “Not as far as I know.” Less sure now. I’m glad we’re clarifying this. “I’ll contact Quinn to come with me to get a fitting and find something, I guess.” He grimaces, and my curiosity is piqued. “The last time that I had a suit fitted, because Quinn decided I should have one for work, the tailor apparently quit. I still maintain I fired him before he could quit, but Quinn says otherwise. He’s wrong.”
Damn, Iknewhis suits were tailor-made. Ten points to me. He hasn’t bought a new one since he moved in, so I can be forgiven for not having total confirmation. But considering hisbig frame, and how well they fit, even if he doesn’t always wear them perfectly—case in point, when he gets calls at weird hours of the morning, and he kind of just rolls into them with a sleepy goodbye—you can’t get that out of suits bought on racks in a store.
“Wait, hequit?” Did they do that? Could they do that?
“I had suggestions about what he could do with his pins after he poked me with them the tenth time, and he didn’t appreciate it.”
I can just imagine the entire scenario, exactly as it happened. Though to be fair, I wouldn’t want to get poked either. Isn’t their job tonotdo that? “And Quinn was with you?”
“He was of no help to the situation.”
I always think of Quinn as the knight in shining armour in most situations, to be honest. “And you’re gonna go with him again?” When would this happen?
“Worry about your own suit.”
“Zach and Felix are already on it.” I think. I assume. They always save me from myself. “Mum said we need to organise testing flavours for the cake? I didn’t even know that was a thing. But I’m here for it. It sounds like a lot of cake. How do they do it? Slices?Cupcakes? If we have cupcakes, we could have all the flavours.”
“That sounds like a lot of flavours.”
“Yes, that’s the point, keep up.”
Grady chuckles. “How about,” he murmurs, his nose nuzzling behind my ear, “we get them to package up the slices—or cupcakes—and we test them at home?” He takes my earlobe between his teeth and tugs playfully, sending a lance of pleasure racing straight to my dick.
That’s… a most excellent plan. Best plan I’ve ever heard. Best one anyone has ever come up with in the history of bestplans. “Ye—” I clear my throat, though it doesn’t help. “I could definitely ask them to do that.”
Grady kisses me properly then, and I moan, leaning into it. He grasps my shirt at my lower back and urges me upward. I can take a hint. Wrapping my arms around Grady’s shoulders, I use them to lift myself up his chest, one leg bending to hook my knee over his big hip.
His hands on my ass help steady me and shift me so that I’m nice and secure in Grady’s arms. Yeah, that’s perfect. Right where I always want to be.
Hades interrupts us with a loud bark, letting us know that our canoodling is unacceptable when we’ve promised him dog park shenanigans.
“Rain check?”
“The second we get home.”
Thedogparkisrelatively quiet, probably because of the late-ish hour, with only a few dogs running around. The sun isalmostcompletely down, so the lights have come on. It’s nice and peaceful. The second Hades is let off the leash, he goes straight for the other dogs, racing between them, intent on making new friends.
Grady and I find a spot nearby where we can lean against the chain-link fence that surrounds the large area.
“Are we writing our own vows?” I ask, glancing at Grady. “Mum said we need to decide.” Without my mum, I’d be so lost with all of this. Who knew there were so many steps and things to go through?
“No,” Grady says immediately. I blink at him in surprise, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I would prefer not to,” he amends. “Do you want to?”
