Page 258 of Back in the Saddle

“Barely,” I answered.

With a smile on his face, he let us in, locked the door behind us and took my holster from me to inspect it.

“Tactical. Hardshell. Nice,” he decreed.

It totally was. I could tell Arthur didn’t scrimp.

“Ever see a fairy wearing a taser holster?” I asked.

Eric’s eyes cut right to me.

“She’ll be naked, except for her wings,” I continued, and with that, I smirked.

He wiped the smirk off my face by tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me to the bedroom.

He brought the holster with us.

Once there, though, it was me who dug out my fairy wings. They were black with opalescent netting.

I learned in short order that Eric had never fucked a fairy.

But he liked doing ita whole lot.

* * *

Thingsat the Oasis were always hopping.

With the help of the Hottie Squad, moving Harlow in had been a breeze. She scored a unit across from Raye and me, on the bottom floor, about two doors down from where Luna was on the top.

I helped her unearth all her new decor, and if a power tool was needed, between Eric and Cap, they had assisted.

Now, we were all in at the Oasis.

And it was awesome, even if half the time, Henny and I were over at Eric’s.

* * *

The pooland pool deck were done in time for the Holiday Extravaganza, and the new, kickass pool light had been set to cycle through red, green and blue.

I’d already set up the bar and premixed the gimlets so all anyone had to do was transfer into a shaker with some ice, shake them up, pour and garnish.

Eric texted that something he and Brady were doing meant he was going to be a little late, which was good, because I couldn’t decide what to do with my hair. Middle part and long, or side bun?

I eventually decided to go whole hog with side bun and was putting the finishing touches on it when I heard the front door open and Eric call, “Babe?”

“Almost ready,” I called back.

I turned my head when I felt him in the doorway of the bathroom.

“Jesus, fuck,” he whispered, his eyes on my dress.

I knew what he was talking about, but not the dress.

He was wearing a dark blue, three-piece suit, white shirt open at the throat, burgundy pocket square. Ah-freaking-mazing.

“Will I do?” I asked after I tore my eyes off my hot guy in his suit.

“I’d marry you in that dress.”

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