Page 119 of Crave

“What do I need this for?” Dee’s mom asked when she was handed a picture of the wedding cake design we wanted.

“It’s the cake we want,” Dee explained.

Without so much of a glance, she handed the piece of paper back to her daughter.

“I don’t need picture. I know what you like. Come, Lil. I will show you my design for the cake.”

Our mothers walked out of the room without giving us a second glance.

The only thing my mother told us about the cake is that it will be too beautiful to eat, and it was the most gorgeous cake she’s ever seen.

“So,” Dee says, eyeing me coyly, “what type of clothes will I need to pack for the honeymoon? You said they speak English there, right? Or was it Spanish? I can’t remember.”

“Your sorcery is no good here, Ms. Etienne. You’ll need your passport, and that’s the only hint you’ll get. Now, stop trying to trick me into telling you. I have something for you.”

I reach over her, open the top drawer on the nightstand and give her the black box I’ve been hiding. “Speaking of our anniversary,” I say, changing the subject as I hand her the box. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

She looks from me, to the box, and back again.

“The first anniversary gift is supposed to be paper,” she says.

“That’s wedding anniversaries.” I shake the box and she finally takes it. She takes her time opening it.

“Oh my god,” she says when she sees what’s inside, a long platinum necklace with a pink diamond and matching earrings. “This is so beautiful, Jacob.”

“Not as beautiful as you.” I put the necklace on her as she puts the earrings on. “I want to make love to you tonight while you’re wearing only the jewelry I’ve given you.”

She gets out of the bed and goes to stand in front of the long mirror, admiring the new jewelry. “I love it. And I love you. This is going to make my gift look really bad.” She comes back to the bed and kisses me. She abruptly ends the kiss and runs out of the bedroom. She comes back a few seconds later and hands me a small gift box.

“Aww, baby,” I say as I look at the tickets to the next Red Sox vs. Yankees game. “Are you coming with me? We’ll have fun in New York.”

“I’m coming,” she says with an eye roll. She hates all sports, but baseball is the one she says is the most boring. “But you should know Troy, Luke, JD, Chris, and your dad got tickets to the same game. It’s going to be a family thing. The kids are coming too. I blame myself because I actually asked them if this was a good idea.”

“They’re like leeches,” I say.

“As good as you look in those pants, I can’t wait to take them off when we get home.” She’s in all black, except for the pink leather jacket I gave her last Christmas and the wreath of pink flowers in her hair. The tight pants she’s wearing show off her perfect ass. Her outfit is complete with a pair of long black stiletto boots and her new jewelry. Despite it being late April, it’s still cold in New England.

“I can’t wait either.” I take the gift bags from her hand and instruct the caterers to bring the cakes inside. “Your family throws a lot of parties. They just had a party two weeks ago at Easter.” I take her hand in mine and walk us to the backyard.

“Our family, and we do, but so do the Etiennes. We’re going to think of a better plan for this year’s holidays. Maybe we should just go away from November until after the new year.” She laughs, but I’m serious. We were so busy with both families over the holidays, I booked us a last minute trip to Mexico to recuperate.

“I don’t remember you complaining when my mom kept showing you off to her family and feeding you.”

“Yeah, I’m ten pounds heavier.”

She stops walking and stands in front of me.

“Really? Let me see.” She puts her body flushed against mine. She looks up at me and while holding my gaze, she takes a step back and runs her hands across my body. My pants tighten as her hands roam from my chest to my abs and land on my cock, which she discreetly squeezes. I pull her to me. I let out a moan as she squeezes my ass, pulling me even closer to her. I deepen the kiss, snake one arm around her waist, and lift her off the ground. Her hands go in my hair as I continue to taste her mouth.

“Seems like you gained those ten pounds in all the right places.” I grind into her and she moans.

“I can’t wait to marry you, Dee.” I set her down and she rolls her eyes at me.

“We could have been married months ago if you weren’t such a wuss.” I slap her hard on her ass, and she gasps in shock.

“I’ll show you wuss tonight.” The day after our engagement and impromptu party, Dee, overwhelmed by the ideas my mother, her mother, and sister had, suggested we go to the courthouse, get married and announce it to the family during a Sunday dinner. I declined, telling her there was nothing more in this world I wanted than to see her walk down the aisle to me in her wedding dress. Plus, I admitted that I did not want to deal with the wrath of both our mothers and her sister.

“Oh my god, yes. Let’s get our party on so I can turn into your bad girl tonight.”

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