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"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Wonderful. Satisfied. Loved." Livvie's fingers traced a heart on my chest, right over where the organ laid inside me.
"You know I'm not done with you yet, little one."
A shiver raced through her and she shuddered in my arms. She wiggled her ass, and I groaned, my cock instantly on alert. "I would hope not. You've only given me one orgasm. Don't you think there should be a three orgasm minimum?" She innocently batted her eyelashes.
My hand tingled with the urge to smack her sweet, tight ass. "I think you've been spending a little too much time with Bridget when she comes to visit. Perhaps you need a reminder of who gets to decide how many orgasms you do or don't have."
I rose from my seat, Livvie still in my arms, before setting her down. "There's a spanking bench over there that will provide just the place for me to leave you with a souvenir so you don't forget."
Her head was bowed with her eyes on the ground like a demure submissive, but a small grin tugged at her lips. She peeked up at me and batted her eyelashes. “I can’t wait, Sir.”
Chapter 19
Livvie
“Aren’t you ready yet?”Bridget hollered from the living room.
Hopping on one foot, I tried to shove my leg into my jeans without falling on my face. “I’m trying. Give me a minute.” Finally, I hit my target and tugged the denim up and over my ass before fastening them. I slide my shoes and and then my gaze darted around the bedroom while I tried to find my bag. I didn't want to forget anything. Then I started having an anxiety attack that I would forget something.
"Hey, you okay?"
I kept scanning the room, my arms flapping in a frenzied motion, not even bothering to glance at Bridget who now stood in the doorway. "I can't find my bag. It's got everything I need in it. I also can't remember where I put the stack of programs."
"Livvie, breathe, babe. The programs are out on the side table next to the front door. And if the bag you're looking for is that red, yellow, blue plaid one, it's on your bed, partially buried under your bedding."
I scurried over and dug it out from underneath the comforter and sheets that had hidden it, clutching it tightly to my chest. With a deep sigh, I sank down onto the corner of the bed. "I'm going to pass out before the day's over. I just know it."
Bridget perched next to me and patted my knee. "You're going to be fine. You have me to help keep you chill. Speaking of..."
She twisted to the side a bit and rummaged through the over the shoulder purse she wore before pulling her hand back with a triumphant cry. "Ah ha. Found it."
I watched while she unscrewed the cap on the pewter flask in her hand. She tossed back a healthy swallow and passed it to me. "Here. Wedding day medicine. Take some, because you clearly need it."
Knowing she was right, even though it was probably a terrible idea, I snatched the flask from her hand and took a healthy drink. Instant fire burned my throat and the entire way down into my stomach. My eyes watered and I coughed and sputtered. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. "Christ, are you trying to kill me?"
Bridget nudged her shoulder against mine."Trust me, one more shot of that and you'll be thanking me."
I gaped at her. "You couldn't pay me enough to drink any more of that shit. That was god awful. I don't even want to know what was in it."
"Yeah, you probably don't." She snickered. "I'm also pretty sure you'll be taking at least one more nip before the afternoon is over. Now, let's grab your purse and get going. We're late."
Nearly four hours later, Bridget had been proven right—I'd had another sip or three. But I was also feeling mighty relaxed. Which was a goodthing, since I'd been poked, prodded, lathered, and lotioned. I'd had my nails done, makeup done, and I was just rising from the stylist chair after having my hair done.
Between her constant chatter and the booze, my mind had been kept off all the things that could go wrong today. What if the party favors hadn't been put out? Or worse, had gotten lost? Had the flowers been delivered yet?
"Sweet cheeks, you're starting to get that dazed and panicked look in your eye again. Stop overthinking. Everything is going to be fine. Don't make me toss some more of this hooch down your throat to take your mind off it. We need you walking down the aisle sober. Can't have the bride tripping and falling on her face."
"Oh, god, I hate you. Now that's probably going to happen because you put it out there in the universe.”
"For fuck's sake, Livvie, do I need to find a Dom to come flog you into subspace just so you'll stop freaking out?" Bridget clasped my hands in hers and stared me down. "Breathe. It's all going to be fine. Promise. Now, come on. Let's get you to the church."
She was right. It was a single day in the rest of my life. Even if it wasn't absolutely perfect, it was still going to be amazing. How could it not be? I was marrying the love of my life. Man, I really did need to chill the fuck out. "I'm sorry I'm spazzing out. When the day is all said and done the only thing that matters is that I'll be Mrs. Gareth Brown. Everything else is insignificant."
"Thank god you finally came to your senses," Bridget joked. We got in my car while she drove us to the church.
Jackie greeted us, already dressed in her maid of honor dress, and pulled me into a hug. "Liv, you look so beautiful. I've got your dress all hung up and ready for you. By the way, Gareth is a total sex god in that tux of his. Seriously, you are lucky you're bagging that, cause, damn."
