Page 81 of Make-Believe Match

Taking her hand, I kissed the back of it. “Then I’ll try too.”

She looked over at me. “Did you have a good time tonight?”

“Yeah. I did.” Pulling up at the house, I put the car in park and turned off the engine. “Good thing, since that’s the one and only wedding reception I’ll ever have.”

She laughed. “That’s right. This is it for you.”

“And how is your future reception going to measure up to that, huh? Darts, Elvis and Priscilla cake topper, fried pickles... where do you go from there?”

“I have no idea.” She giggled. “Oh my God, speaking of Elvis, I forgot to show you our wedding photo.”

“What wedding photo?”

“From the ceremony in Las Vegas. It was emailed to me, but it went to spam and I only found it today.” She dug into her purse and came up with her phone. After scrolling a couple seconds, she showed the screen.

I had to laugh. There was Elvis in his white jumpsuit and sideburns. There was me in jeans and sneakers. And there was Lexi in her rented veil and Two Buckleys sweatshirt. In the photo, we were holding hands and looking at each other. “You know what’s funny? I have no recollection of that moment.”

“Me neither!” She laughed too. “I thought the same thing when I saw it. We must have said ‘I do’ at some point.”

I shook my head and unbuckled my seatbelt. “Well, it’s proof at least. If anyone asks.” I got out and came around to open her door.

“We can frame it,” she said, taking my hand and letting me help her from the car. “Send it out as our Christmas card.”

Inside, we moved quietly up the stairs so we wouldn’t wake my dad, who’d come home earlier. In my old room, we got ready for bed and crawled between the sheets. I pulled her close and kissed her. “Finally, I have you to myself.”

She kissed me back, winding her arms around my neck and throwing one leg over my hip. My hands roamed all over her body, my fingers slipping easily inside her, my cock growing hard and thick. But when I rolled on top of her, she pressed her hands to my chest and pushed slightly.

“We can be quiet,” I said, impatient to get inside her.

“I doubt it, but it’s not that.” She brushed her thumbs over my collarbone. “Your dad told me something today that’s on my mind.”

“What did he say?”

“He told me you’d been saving money to build a second Camp Lemonade.”

“Oh.”

“Is that true?”

I’d promised her I’d always be honest, so there was only one answer. “Yes.”

“And is that the money you told me you want to invest at Snowberry?”

“Yes.”

She exhaled. “Oh, Devlin.”

“It’s my choice, Lexi. And that’s what I want.”

“But what about the—”

“Look, who knows when the loan is going to come through? We’re going to need some cash up front to get started. I can make more money. And I’ll always be involved with Camp Lemonade.”

“But Ifeelbad.”

“Want me to make you feel good?” Reaching low between our bodies, I teased her clit with the tip of my cock.

She groaned. “Stop distracting me with your dick when I’m trying to be a good person.”