Page 9 of Sam's Forever
With a happy, shuddering sigh, I take my mouth from his and wrap my arms around his shoulders, resting my head against the door as Sam pushes his face into my neck and presses a soft kiss there.
“Love spring and summer,” he rumbles as his hands run up my bare thigh to my arse and back down again.
Laughing softly, I kiss the side of his head. “Like the easy access, huh?”
“So, fucking much,” he agrees, then mutters a grumble as he slowly eases from my body. Reaching over to my desk, he plucks out a few tissues and hands them to me as he eases my legs down until I’m standing.
“Something to be said for condoms,” he grumbles as I stuff the tissues in my panties.
“Yep,” I agree. “But I’d rather feel you than latex.”
Straightening my dress, I don’t miss the cocky smile he sends my way at my words. Once I’m covered, I tilt my head to find him watching me with heated eyes, and I throw my head back and laugh.
“I thought you were in a hurry?”
“Eh,” he shrugs, “Bren can wait. We’re always having to wait on her and Alec.” He shudders in disgust at the last sentence, making me giggle again. He’s not wrong; Bren and Alec seem to be always disappearing off somewhere, much to the disgust of her brothers and her father. They may be disgusted, but us women were cheering them on, and I think Bev and Abby are hoping there’ll be another baby announcement soon.
“I won’t be long,” I tell him, opening the door, then squealing in surprise and slapping a hand to my chest with fright at finding Bren and Alec there. “For fuck’s sake, you about gave me a heart attack. How long have you two been there?”
“Not long,” Bren assures me, eyeing my hair with amusement. “You may want to fix your hair before we go out, though. Although the freshly fucked look seems to be a thing around here.”
Alec smothers a laugh at his wife’s words, burying his face in her neck, shoulders shaking. Behind me, Sam sniggers. Me. I roll my eyes.
“You’re one to talk,” I tell Bren as I push past them towards the bathroom. “Give me ten minutes,” I tell them, then, having a thought, I stick my head back out the door, “Are we taking the bike? Because if we are, I need to get my leathers.”
Sam shakes his head, “No, we’ll catch a ride with these two. We’ll go for a ride tonight.”
“Kay,” I reply and duck back into the bathroom to clean up.
Ten minutes later, we’re in their vehicle, Bren and me in the back, with Alec driving and Sam in the passenger seat.
Bren is going through the lists and asking my last opinion on stuff. “I have to say,” she tells me, “as happy as I am that I get to use you as guinea pigs, I’m so glad Alec and I did the registry office and a small party at the pub.”
Groaning, I have to agree, and I admit, “I’d rather have had that, but Dad wanted me to have a wedding. And you know I can’t say no to him. Jeanie has no such problem.” I laugh when I recall Jeanie adamantly telling Dad that she wasn’t going to be going through this shitshow. She’d take a registry office and getting drunk with her family. Dad had looked shocked, then laughed and agreed.
“That’s because you’re too nice,” Bren says, patting my hand. “Don’t worry, girl, between Sam, me, and Jeanie, we’ll make sure nothing else goes to shit. Trust me, we can say NO!”
Happiness fills me. I love my family, but my new family is bloody amazing. I’m a lucky girl to have them all in my life, and three hours later, I know we’ve made the right decision on the venue.
Bren walked us through everything and had shown us what it would look like when it was done. It’s a massive project, but I can see her vision, and it’s beautiful. Our wedding’s going to be gorgeous, and I can’t wait to sayI DOto the man who lifts me up and puts me first every day.
CHAPTER 6
SAM
My girl’s happy and that’s all that matters. I watch her face as Bren leads us around the hotel. Ally loves the venue and so do I.
Even with all the work that needs to be done, you can see that she has good bones. Despite all the construction and scaffolding surrounding it, you can tell it’s a beautiful old building, and I know once my sister’s done with it, she’ll be perfect.
Bren isn’t the type to do things half-arsed, so if she says she’ll do something, it will be done.
Once we’ve had a look at the ballroom where Bren plans to have the reception, we won’t have to double up on the rooms. The smaller ballroom will be where we have the ceremony. She’d taken us on a tour not only of the bedrooms, but we’d also looked into the kitchens and the derelict pool and spa facilities. Eventually, Bren would offer the whole package from hair and make-up to the ceremony and reception all in place.
There’s a lot to be done, but as it’s only mid-June, there’s time.
We step outside and turn to look at the building as we listen to Bren’s plans. “Eventually, I’m going to hire a photographer full-time, and I’m going to have a florist on site to do all the flowers. There are greenhouses and a cottage at the back of the property. I want it to be a one-stop shop.
“Not everyone wants to get married on the weekends, so I’m going to offer discounted rates for mid-week, but I’m only going to do one wedding at a time, so it’s exclusive. I want them to feel special and not have a thing to worry about.”
