Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Big no. The parking is going to be atrocious. We’d have to walk further than parking here. Plus, after not doing much besides stretching and having copious amounts of sex, exercise has been minimal.” Her words do nothing to calm my cock. The damn thing has been semi-hard since she opened the door. Now she’s talking about the sex we’ve had all weekend. There are still positions and fantasies we’ve yet to work out, but with any luck, we’ll work on one or two tonight. “Come, Dr. Tall, Dark, and Chasing Me.” Coralynn walks out of the house. I trail behind her, closing the door and checking the handle to make sure it’s secure.
“Lead the way, trouble.”
“First, I want to tell you something.” There’s a glint in her eyes. She is definitely up to something. What that is, I have no idea.
“I just want to reiterate, because I know this is moving fast, and don’t worry, I like how fast it’s going, so, don’t think that I only want to reiterate that if this is going where I’m nine thousand percent sure it is. I don’t want a wedding planner, none of the big stuff, no renting out a hotel, no dealing with outsiders or an elevator that tried to take us out.” Her hands are moving in the air, her body language saying everything her words aren’t. Which is saying a lot, but I get it. She doesn’t want the stress nor the headache. She’d get all that plus my mom and her mom. That would be all we had, and while I love my mom, I know her well enough.
Our wedding would become the wedding she could have had because her mom planned hers. A never-ending cycle, and it’s one we can break.
“Got it. We’re eloping. Vegas? Italy? France?” I ask, trying to get a read on her. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve been looking at rings on my downtime all weekend, which was a fuck of a lot more than she had. Guys have it a million times easier than women, the proof glared me right in the face the past few days.
“Oh, umm… No to Vegas. Way too cliché. Is Italy really an option?”
“Fuck yeah, but we’d have to keep it quiet. I’ve got family over there, and the minute they catch wind, everyone will converge on us: your family, mine, our friends, and a slew of private jets would be in the wind in a moment’s notice.” I don’t tell her that we also have a family home over there. That, we can use for a honeymoon.
“Well, maybe we elope and have a big party but make it like it’s just a vacation?” It’s clear she’s been thinking about this. The woman who made it damn near impossible to nail her down is talking forever like it’s no big deal.
“Whatever you want, Coralynn, it’s yours. I’m yours.” When she steps out of the house, standing right in front of me, eyes locked on mine and never wavering, she’s so damn perfect for me.
“I love you, Tony. So much.” I take the keys out of her hand, crowd her space, back going to the door, and forget Christmas on Main Street. We’re about to make magic of our own. With one hand on her hip, the other working the keys in the door, it’s open in a flash.
“I love you, too, Coralynn. Now, you better run, trouble, because when I get my hands on you, I’m not letting you go until you’re naked, writhing in ecstasy, and screaming my name.” She spins on her heel and makes a mad dash to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes along the way.
Epilogue
CORALYNN
TWO MONTHS LATER
“Holy shit, it’s incredible.” We had high hopes to have LITHE completely transformed after the first of the year. It was wishful thinking, for sure. The delay in materials, the holidays, and red tape from the historic society pushed us back. It sucked because it felt like we were trampling on one another, which is dumb to even voice into existence. We didn’t even use the upstairs to full capacity to begin with. The hopefulness Shae and I have had is what I think really put it into perspective.
“It looks damn good, trouble,” Tony says, placing his hands on my hips, coming up from behind and nearly scaring the shit out of me. Our relationship has grown. We still bounce back and forth between each other’s places, depending on our schedule. And since Shae and Luke’s wedding, we’ve only slept apart a couple of nights. Not my doing. Tony’s career sometimes comes with things we can’t ever prepare or plan for, it’s okay, though. On those rare occurrences, there are impromptu girls’ nights, making rounds to my parents’ house, or sitting on the couch being a potato.