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“That’s, of course, unless you want to be involved in the planning,” Zeke interrupts, giving his husband a stern but amused look.
“Oh, of course,” Shawn replies somewhat sheepishly and makes us all smile.
Pete and Elijah glance at Trick, who smiles and replies, “There’s no reason why we can’t make it work. As Shawn said, it’s far enough in the future that we should be able to work around it easily enough.”
“In that case, absolutely, we’d love that, and I will leave all the planning for it to you. I trust you, and I know that Pa will reel you in if you do go a little bit over the top,” Pete replies, making his dad’s smile widen with happiness.
“I will, of course, keep you updated on all the decisions that I make,” Shawn reassures him.
We talk for a bit longer about the plans for the party. Well, Pete, Elijah, and I talk it over with Shawn while the others devolve into another conversation about god knows what because I’m not listening.
“We should really start getting ready. Guests will be arriving soon,” Zeke announces, interrupting everyone’s conversations.
“Oh shoot, I had no idea how late it was getting,” Shawn replies with a smile and closes the notebook that he pulled out when we started to talk about the engagement party.
“I texted my parents and told them that we had something to tell them, and they said they’d come up a bit earlier so that we can speak,” Elijah tells Pete, whose eyes go wide.
“Eli!” Pete exclaims as he jumps up, “That means I have even less time to get ready. Come on.”
Elijah smiles as he allows Peter to drag him from the room, and the rest of us all get up a little bit more sedately.
“It’s a good job that none of you need showing where your rooms are,” Zeke jokes as we head out of the room and up the stairs.
Once we reach the top, we all split up into separate rooms, and I grab Riot’s hand before he can go anywhere. Not only do I feel like I haven’t seen him much since we’ve all been so busy with Christmas, but I’ve only really seen him while we’ve both been helping Rafe in the kitchen and snuggles, I miss him, and he’s fun to get ready for these sorts of things with because he likes putting on music dancing around the room with me while we sing at the top of our lungs.
It means that it takes us a bit longer to get ready, but it’s one of my favourite things to do.
He smiles as he opens the door to one of the bedrooms for me, and we dump our bags. He pulls out his phone, “Are you ready for this?”
“For what exactly?” I question as I start to rummage through my bag for my outfit and all my makeup and hair stuff.
“I made a playlist for us to get ready to,” he grins proudly.
“Awesome,” I grin. “What are you wearing?”
I start to strip out of my clothes. I don’t need to put my dress on yet, but I don’t want to risk messing up my hair or makeup, so I always end up doing those things in my underwear.
“The usual shirt and smart trousers,” he replies flippantly, his eyes dragging over my body and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He presses a button on his phone to start the music and then holds his hand out to me as he puts his phone on the bed. “Dance with me?”
Butterflies start to build in my stomach as I take his hand and step closer to him, “I would love to.”
No more words are needed as he spins me around the room, dancing beautifully as the whole world around us falls away. It’s just him and I.
One song blends into the next as we move and spins me around, making me giggle and unable to wipe the happy smile from my face. He dips me, his eyes practically glowing with happiness as with me still in his arms, he leans down and kisses me. The kiss starts off sweet and full of love and emotion, but it very quickly becomes more than that as his hand that’s not stopping me from falling on the floor, trails up my naked side, skimming the edge of my bra-covered boobs, up my neck and then cups my face, standing me up as he deepens the kiss and my hands find their way under his shirt, searching for the warmth of his skin.
I pull myself closer as I allow my nails to trail down his back, causing him to growl and hoist me up, not breaking the kiss as my legs wrap around his waist, and I can feel his arousal, only separated by the thin scraps of material between us.
“We’re going to have to be quick,” I say between kisses.
“Not too quick,” he smirks as he walks us over to the bed.
Chapter Twenty-One
He drops me down onto the bed, and I push up onto my elbows as I watch him greedily take his clothes off until he’s standing completely naked before me, golden skin, taut abs, and hard as steel dick all begging for my attention, so much so that with my eyes still on his dick, I lick my lips loving that he’s letting me stare at him, and not immediately moving toward me. He knows how fucking sexy I find him.
I scoot to the edge of the bed, closer to him, as I reach behind me and unclip my bra setting my boobs free. I push him back from the edge of the bed slightly so that I can drop to my knees before him. I run my hands up his thighs as I look up at him and find him staring down at me with such heat in his gaze that it makes my pussy clench with anticipation. Wrapping my hand around the base of his dick, I pump it a couple of times as I lean forward and swirl my tongue around the tip. He lets out a groan as one of his hands threads through my hair, and his head drops back as his eyes close.
His grip tightens in my hair as I take him in my mouth, moving my hand in time and swirling my tongue around his shaft. My other hand moves down my body and dips under the hem of my underwear, my legs widening as my fingers delve between my folds, finding my clit and circling it. I glance up at Riot to see his eyes on my hand as he growls, and my pace picks up. Driving us both closer to the edge.