“I’ll take my time with you later,” I promise in her ear.
“Can’t imagine it being any better than that was,” she says, her eyes glazed as she looks at me in the mirror.
“I never want to leave your pussy,” I whisper, kissing her skin.
Her cheeks flush, and she leans her head back on myshoulder. I tug her barbells in the mirror, and she squeezes me from the inside.
“Fuck, Trouble.”
“We can’t be late.”
“Okay, you’re right.” I groan and pull out. “I’m the fucking man of honor.”
We get ready, and when Lola puts on a short blue dress that clings to every curve, I beg her for another quickie.
“Nuh-uh-uh,” she says, wagging her finger. “We have a wedding to get to.”
Goldie’s plan was to get married right away and then have a blast for the next two days. I think Penn and Addy have to leave tomorrow, but everyone else is staying.
We all meet at The Wedding Chapel, and through the French doors is a beautiful fountain. Lola gasps when she sees it. Goldie has been working with someone over the phone, and everything has been done to perfection. Flowers and twinkly lights fill the room. It looks like Goldie.
I look around for her, wanting to see if she’s got any wedding nerves. She pokes her head out of a side room and waves us over.
We step inside the room, and Goldie is radiant.
“Golds—” I say, suddenly struck with emotion. “Wow.”
“What do you think?” she asks, lifting part of her dress with one hand.
“Stunning,” Lola says, hugging her.
“Thank you.” Goldie’s eyes meet mine, and both of us have tears about to spill over.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her. “You look like the princess you always pretended to be when we were little.”
Her lower lip wobbles. “Thank you,” she whispers. “I wish Mom was here.” She lifts her face up to the ceiling, and the tears fall down both our cheeks.
“I wish she was too.” I take her hand. “She would be so proud of you…and she’d love Milo too.”
She fans her face. “She would love him.” She nods. “Dammit, I didn’t want to cry.” She laughs.
“Impossible,” I say, and we laugh again. I reach into my pocket and pull out a little box. “I have something for you.”
She gasps. “What did you do?”
“It’s…don’t feel like you have to wear it…I just saw it and thought you might like it.”
She opens the box and gasps again when she sees the diamond bracelet. “Tully!” Her eyes flash to mine. “This must have cost a fortune!”
I lift my shoulder. “Worth it.” I grin. “I liked the flower of diamonds.”
Goldie snorts. “Yeah! Me too!”
“That’s beautiful,” Lola says. Her eyes are glassy too. “So sweet!” she says.
“Help me put it on.” Goldie lifts her hand, and I’m all thumbs as I try to clasp it on her.
We’re all giggling like idiots, but I manage to get it on.
