A Very Dirty Wedding(91)

"You fingered me," she says, her words punctuated by short breaths. I think about the expression on her face back then as I rolled my finger over her clit, about the way she couldn't help but let out a moan when I slid my finger inside her.

"I'd never felt anything better," I say.

"Oh, fuck, Caulter," she moans, her muscles tightening harder around me. "I'm going to come."

"And then I licked my fingers," I tell her. "Because I wanted to taste you."

She comes. She clasps her hands over her mouth, trying to stifle the sound, and I let go, my orgasm so strong it's nearly blinding as she continues to ride me until she's satisfied.

And then we come crashing down.

Literally.

The fucking bed breaks. The footboard actually falls off the end of the bed, and the bed pitches forward, dropping to the floor with a jolt.

"Shit," I say, pulling Kate against me. "Are you okay? That didn't hurt you, did it?"

"Yes," she says, and for a second I think she's crying but she's not.

She's laughing. She's laughing hysterically, while I'm still inside her, her movements sending vibrations through me. "Shit, Caulter, we broke the bed," she says, nearly a shriek. "Oh my God, why do we break things in this house?"

Then I hear footsteps rushing toward the door, and thank God I have the presence of mind to grab the blanket covering the bed and yank it up to our necks. Because the very next second, the door flings open and the three of them – Ella, Senator Harrison, and Rose – rush inside.

Kate is nearly hysterical, brushing away tears.

And I'm still inside her, even if the sheets cover us. I'm still inside her as the three of them look at us in horror.

"Oh my God," Ella says. "I'd say get a room but you kids obviously already have."

Rose puts her hand over her chest. "We thought you had an accident. Or something. Obviously something." She shakes her head, turning and darting quickly down the hallway.

Senator Harrison averts his eyes, his hand near his face, mumbling something about locking the door and getting furniture that can withstand abuse. The word abuse sends Kate into another peal of laughter, while the Senator and Ella make swift exits.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I ask.

"We broke the fucking bed," she says. "The ladder in the library that summer, and now the bed."

"See? You were worried things would change, Princess," I say. "Nothing's changed at all."





CHAPTER SEVEN

KATE



The past few days have been a whirlwind of wedding-related activity. I don't know why I decided to do all of this myself while pregnant. I didn't even hire a wedding planner, insisting I wanted to take care of all of the details.

I think I might have been delusional. Pregnancy brain is totally a thing.

"I can't believe you've been doing this legwork yourself, Kate," Ella says as she slips her arm around my shoulder. "I can't believe my son has been letting you do all of this work."

I'm sitting on a barstool in the kitchen, picking at the sides of a cinnamon roll, freshly baked from scratch, Rose's specialty. Rose stands with her back turned to us, stirring something in a pot that smells delicious, and my stomach growls. I pop another bite in my mouth.

"I tried to help her," Caulter insists. "Tell her she can't control everything."

"What?" I squeak and glare at him. "I'm not trying to control everything. Well, some things. I was doing fine with it all by myself. It's only two hundred guests. We're keeping it small, low key."

Ella shakes her head. "Let me fly in my wedding planner."

"Your wedding planner isn't going to just jump on a plane out here," I say.

"We'll see about that," Ella says, texting on her phone.

But my resolve is weakening. I'm definitely tired. "The tent rental company just called to let me know there had been a mistake," I admit, exhaling heavily. "One of their employees made a scheduling error and now we have no tent and no heaters. So everyone who's coming to attend a wedding on Christmas Eve day, when they'd probably rather be out shopping or doing their own holiday traditions, are out in the cold. Literally."

All of the words come rushing out, and when I'm finished I take a deep breath of air. Ella and Caulter are staring at me. "So maybe some help would be nice," I say.

Ella smiles and holds up her phone. "Rebecca will be here tomorrow."

"Just like that?" I ask, in disbelief. Scheduling an appointment to taste cakes took more advance notice than that just did.

"Now," Ella says. "That's settled. Rebecca is fabulous at pulling things together at the last minute. Don't worry about the tent. I'll text her and let her know what happened. She'll work her magic; trust me. Oh, and another thing -- I've moved my things into one of the bedrooms upstairs. You two should have the guesthouse."