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He nodded and the smile on his face was the soft indulgent one I loved—almost as much as the intense expression when he was hunting me down in our house.
“I want silk!” I spun toward Indy, and he nodded, eyes bright. “And lots of sparkle. I want to look like a diamond! Do we have a price limit?” I asked, glancing at Matt again.
He shook his head.
Indy whimpered and began to fan his face. “Oh, darling, you will regret that, I’m sure. I can find silk that costs six thousand dollars a yard. You better rethink that.”
“Whatever he wants,” Matt growled.
Indy looked at me with raised eyebrows. “Oh, my kind of man. Why are they always taken when they walk in here? Oh, right, wedding shop.” He sighed and fluttered his eyelashes, but the next second, he was talking a mile a minute as he led me up onto the stage in front of the mirrors. Morgan strolled along with us as they discussed some technical fashion stuff I wasn’t quite as versed in.
“I just want to look fantastic,” I cut in, and they both nodded before they were off to the races again.
We were in Indy’s wedding shop for about three hours, and at one point, I glanced over to find Matt napping on one of the long white couches, but I didn’t mind. It let me get in a sneaky surprise for him.
Indy winked at me before I went to wake Matt. “I’ll add those to your tab, Liebling. I’m assuming those won’t survive to the wedding day.” He rolled his eyes, and I only laughed.
“Probably not.”
Morgan covered her mouth as her face turned a pretty shade of pink.
I woke up Matt with a few soft kisses that turned into some rough ones and an ass grope before he remembered where we were, and after some long goodbyes, Morgan, Matt, and I went back to the Maison St. Loren together.
We ate dinner in their over-the-top dining room. Above us, the largest crystal chandelier I’d ever seen in my life shimmered and dotted the space with brilliant points of light. It was exactly what I’d always imagined when I’d thought of Southern architecture in Louisiana. The arched windows were massive and ran nearly from the floor to the ceiling. The tables were draped in cloths that matched the cream-and-gold floral wallpaper. It was somehow both overwhelmingly elegant and comfortable all at once.
“I can’t wait to see the look on my husband’s face when he gets a load of me in that bridesmaid’s gown. He’s going to swallow his tongue!” Morgan said, and with a laugh, I clinked my glass of champagne against hers, grinning at the light ting.
“I’ll be surrounded by the most beautiful people on the planet,” Matt said with a wink.
My heart melted. He liked to call me his wife and baby girl and any other feminine thing that popped into his head, but he’d been doing a better job at acknowledging me exactly as myself with more inclusive pronouns when we weren’t playing. It wasn’t as if we had fixed times for when I was his wife and when I wasn’t, but sometimes I was just me, Quin, and he knew it. Other times I was fully his little wife, and I loved it. There was a nice push and pull between us, and I loved that it was starting to feel natural and seamless.
“You’ve been taking lessons from Derek!” I giggled when he scowled.
“I’m way smoother than Derek.”
“Oh, okay,” I said with an eye roll, and no one would’ve believed me, but that big man pouted.
Morgan giggled and finished off her glass of champagne as the food arrived.
We parted ways with Morgan after dinner, and Matt led me across the shiny red marble tiles in the lobby, then up a beautiful central staircase to the third floor. He held up a key card. “It’s the honeymoon suite,” he said with an eyebrow waggle.
“Aren’t we cheating, then? We should wait.” I turned to walk away, and he snagged me around the waist with a laugh.
“Nah, we’ve been married since the first time you gave me that pretty little ass,” he growled in my ear, and after everything today—the surprise, the fantastic dinner, and the three glasses of champagne—my cock went hard so fast my head spun.
He kissed me and dragged me against his side, continuing to walk. I didn’t notice much of the hotel until he stopped to open a white door with gold trim, and I gasped when he flung it wide.
The sitting room had a gold-and-white theme, and I could barely see past a riot of white roses. Two large white vases stuffed to capacity made the air spicy as they sat in places of pride on twin white marble end tables bracketing a white silk chaise lounge.
Matt slammed the door shut and grabbed me around the waist, hauling me into a hot kiss that scalded my mouth with passion. I sucked on his tongue, and he growled, hoisting me up against his body. I wrapped my legs around him, and my flats fell off onto the floor—thunks that echoed in the large space—as he walked forward.
I wasn’t surprised to find myself on my back on the chaise, and I covered a smirk with my hand when Colt grunted as he slid up the skirt of my sundress. It wasn’t often I surprised him, but he licked his lips as the white garter belts around each of my thighs came into view.
“Oh, baby girl,” he said with a moan, fingers skating over the silk and lace. I teased the skirt up a little higher so he could see I was wearing white lace panties that matched. My cock was outlined clear as day under the lace, struggling to bust free.
“When did you do this?”
“All I can say is you shouldn’t nap in a clothing store when you’ve already promised to pay for anything I want.” I blew him a kiss.
