When I do, I gasp. It's gorgeous. A large oval diamond, set in a flower, sort of like the necklace he gave me, but on a much simpler scale. In fact, you have to look closely to see that it actually is a flower. The petals are tiny yet they surround the diamond gracefully, creating an elegant setting. It almost looks like the diamond is blooming out of them.
"This is so beautiful, Prescott."
"I'm not sure if you remember, but I told you once you remind me so much of flowers-their soft petals, their perfect scents, yet strong enough to weather any storm. So I wanted you to have something to help you recall that whenever you looked at the ring."
"It's perfect. I love it."
He slips it on my finger and it fits.
"How did you know my size?"
"It was a shot in the dark of a guess."
I hold my hand out so we both can see.
Prescott takes it in his and tells me it's exactly the way he imagined it would look. Then he asks, "So when?"
"I don't have a date in mind. Do you?"
"I would like summer. And would you like to do it in Grand's gardens?"
"The question is would she?"
He laughs. "Are you kidding? She'd be in her element, showing both you and her flowers off."
"I guess we need to ask then."
A contrite expression flashes over him. "I kind of already did."
I laugh. "What do you mean by kind of?"
He rubs his chin and fesses up. "Okay. I full-out asked. I had to tell someone."
When we get home, they're the first ones we call. And Sara couldn't be more excited. Samuel is too, but Prescott is right. Sara is ready to parade me around in her gorgeous flower gardens.
"It has to be June or July. Around six or six-thirty. After the heat of the day. It'll be lovely," she says.
"Indeed it will," I agree.
Next we call Eric and he's so excited for us, but when I ask him to be my bridesmaid, you'd think I just handed him a million dollars.
"Oh my God. Yes, yes, yes. Wait! Does this mean I have to throw your bachelorette party?"
"Nah, I'm not having one of those. We'll just party at The Meeting Place."
"Okay, I'm all in. Wait. But I'm not wearing a dress."
"Why not?"
When there's no response, I'm afraid he hung up on me, so I call out his name.
"I'm here."
"Eric, I was only kidding."
"Yeah, I knew that."
He didn't. I gave him a small heart attack. Prescott is holding back a laugh and I'm having a tough time holding mine in.
"Viv, so I'm your man of honor?" Eric asks.
"Yep, you are."
Then we call Prescott's friends. We have them on speakerphone and Special yells out, "I knew it! I could tell something was up with you."
Prescott asks, "Me? How?"
"You were practically drooling over Vivi and wouldn't let her out of your sight. That's how."
"Yeah, dude, you were like her guard dog or something."
That makes me lift up and pay more attention to him.
"Really? He acts that way around me?" I ask.
"Good Lord, you'd better start paying attention more," Special answers.
We tell them the timeframe and they're super excited. Our final call is to Harrison.
"No surprise with the way you two were acting. You may as well just get it over with and elope."
"Nope. We're getting married in Grand's gardens this summer. And tell your parents because they'll be invited," Prescott says.
"Cool. I'll pass it along. And hey. Congrats, you two. I'm extremely happy for both of you. You guys are the perfect couple."
We thank him and hang up.
"That was fun."
"Yeah. But not as fun as this."
He pulls me to my feet and I have an idea of what he has in mind. I stop him and say, "I have to tell you, I can't wait until I'm Mrs. Beckham."
"I can't wait either."
He drags me into the bedroom, and his mouth crashes onto mine. At the same time, his hands part the opening of my shirt and tear it wide, popping every single button off. I gasp and he swallows it in his mouth as he yanks off my pants. Then he hoists me up and slams me against the nearest wall as he fumbles with his zipper.
"Can't wait. Sorry." His mouth devours mine again while his dick plunges into me. My fingers sink into his shoulder muscles as my heels find purchase on his ass. I meet his thrusts with my hips, using the wall as leverage, and look down to see his hard cock sliding in and out. It's hot, delicious, and sends more heat shooting through my veins.
Both of his hands are under my ass, but he moves one and pinches my nipple, playing with it. Then he crosses over to the other. Next he massages my clit and that's it for me. I'm off and running on the path to orgasmville. When I cry mine out, he follows, grinding his out against me. Then he drops his head into the crook of my neck, breathing hard.
"Love wall fucking you, Little Wolf. You sure know how to bring my dick to its knees in a hurry."
"Same for me."
He chuckles into my neck. "Didn't know you had a dick."
I pinch his nipple. "You know what I mean."
"Mmm. Yeah. I do know and love that I know. But know what else I love?"
"What?"
"Now no one ever gets to know what I know, because you're all mine and only mine. Forever."
Chapter 37
Prescott-Six Months Later
Large tents dot the vast grounds of my grandparents' estate. Grand's flowers are unreal this year. She had time to plan ahead for the wedding and planted varieties she'd never had before, expanding her ever-growing list of perennials and annuals. I'd never seen her so excited about the garden-and that was saying something. The caterers run all over the place, finalizing everything. The event planners are doing the same thing, coordinating with everyone.
Beneath one tent is a ten-piece band so we can dance the night away, along with a scattering of tables and a bar. The other tents will have food, tables, and more bars, including strawberries and our wedding cake. Vivi didn't want to go with the cupcake idea one of the planners suggested. She loves wedding cake, so we got the best of the best. We tasted them until we were blue in the face. The strawberries were my only requirement. I had to have them because they remind me of her luscious lips.
Weather-wise, the day turned out to be one for the picture books. The sky could not be any bluer or the temperature more ideal. It's almost four, so it's time for me to get ready.
Vivi is back in the master suite with Grand and Special. I think Special's grandmother may be back there too. I have no idea what Vivi's dress looks like. One time she told me it was covered in ruffles. I cringed. I fucking hate ruffles. Another time she said it had a high turtleneck with long sleeves. What the fuck? I don't even know what to think. I quit asking her.
I'm dressed and waiting with my guys when the wedding planner knocks on the door to take me downstairs. Vivi and I are meeting in one of the side gardens where it's private and away from all the activity. It'll be just the photographer, the wedding planner, and the two of us. When I arrive, the photographer tells me to face the other direction. Then I hear her call my name and when I turn, I'm speechless.
It's a damn good thing we did this first look because I almost fucking faint. If I had waited to see her to walk down the aisle, I would've looked like a super pussy.
She's the most beautiful woman in the world. Her dress is a creamy silk, but the top is lace and even though she looks naked, clearly she's not. When she stands before me, she winks, the little devil. She's going to get a good fucking tonight. It's the sexiest wedding gown I've ever seen.
"You're absolutely stunning … it's beyond my wildest dreams." I press my lips to hers. The whole time, the photographer is snapping away and I'm thrilled because this is a true photo op.
"You clean up pretty nicely yourself in your black tux."
We can only stare at each other because honestly she takes my breath away. For the first time, I truly know what that means. I take a moment to reflect back when she was attacked by Joe Delvecchio, then the subsequent trial, and his sentencing to twenty years in prison. She didn't cower in the courtroom or shrink from his venomous glare. In fact, she testified with strength and courage, and my pride in her grew exponentially. I'm not sure I could've done the same. This woman means more to me than my life.
Smiling, I ask, "So, I guess this means you're ready then? To become Mrs. Prescott Whitworth?"
"Yeah. And I'm glad you legally changed your name. Your grandparents are thrilled about that. And what better way for us to start out as a couple?"
The idea came to me shortly after Jeff accepted the offer I made for the house. Since there was never a relationship between us and never would be, it was crazy of me not to. So I submitted the paperwork. Then I wouldn't have to change it on our marriage license. My name change was made legal a month ago. I no longer have a middle name.