“Not unless that’s what you want. Woody Porter is a great guy but I know you probably dreamed of your wedding day being a certain way. I still want you to have that.”
With her elbow on the table, she leaned her chin in her hand as he fed her a bite of grilled sandwich and said, “Actually, I’d love for Woody to be the one to marry us but I do want the ceremony. Let me talk to Lucy and I’ll get back with you. I’ve always wanted to wear my mother’s wedding dress so that will make things easier. Have you talked to the guys about this? What did they say?”
Cody laughed. “They’d marry you tomorrow morning if that was what you wanted. They’re flexible but they want it soon, too.”
The quiet house echoed with the sound of their soft conversation, interspersed with laughter, until they were done.
“Come out on the back patio with me?” Cody whispered as he took her hand after they’d loaded the dishwasher.
“Yes.”
He turned on the stereo with the remote and led her out the back door. The only lights outside were those in the pool and he danced with her to “Night Train” by Jason Aldean.
“This is the first song we ever danced to,” she murmured, as she pressed her body to his. He could get intoxicated just from the feel of her and the willingness with which she went into his arms.
“You remembered.”
“I’ll never forget. I love it. Now it’s our song.” She tilted her head up for a kiss that tasted of the sangria that he’d poured in a wineglass for her earlier. “I love you. Were you serious about my panties earlier? Taking all of them?”
A chuckle burst from him. “Yup. I think it’s a great idea, and this outfit just reinforces that belief.” He reached up and gently untied the knot between her breasts as she looked up at him.
“I’m gonna need undies sometimes.”
“Mmm-hmm, and I’ll give them to you when you ask me for them nicely and I’ll take them back when they go through the wash. I’ll have a whole undie stash—”
“Ask you for them nicely?”
He nodded as he slipped the jacket off of her shoulders and worked it down her arms. “Mmm-hmm. I’m liking the sound of it more and more, to be honest. We can have daily inspection, where we make sure you’re not wearing any—”
She giggle-snorted. “Daily inspection?”
“And if we catch you in undies, we take them off of you and you get a spanking.”
“You’ve gotta be jok—Spanking? You said spanking?” Her honey-brown eyes went wide and she grinned.
Teasing with her was too much fun. “Mmm-hmm. I thought that might get your attention.”
She helped him slip her hands from the sleeves and he tossed the sexy little jacket on a deck chair. She shook her head at him and her breasts swayed sexily with the movement. “Nope, I’m keeping my panties and you can find another reason to give me a spanking, Mr. Alpha Male. I can’t have you believing you can just boss me around. Although going without panties today was pretty hot.”
“I’m thinking Heath and Spencer felt the same way when they helped you undress when you got home. I like that you push back at me sometimes.” Her peaked nipples were a distraction, rubbing against his chest as he searched for the closure on the skirt. She kept talking to him and stealing kisses, chuckling at his difficulty. He finally found the button and zipper at her side, undid them, and the skirt slithered to the porch in a gauzy puddle.
“Mr. Welsh, what’re you up to?” she asked with a giggle.
“Getting you nekkid, soon-to-be Mrs. Welsh. Got a problem with that?” he asked as he loosed the fly on his cargo shorts and let them drop to the ground. Going commando made stripping easy.
She looked down at his engorged cock and licked her lips. “Nope, no problem at all.”
“Spencer said you like the outdoor room.”
“Yes, I do. Very, very much.”
He picked her up and she looped her legs around his waist and rubbed her wet pussy against his dick. “How do you want it, baby? Hard and fast? Or slow and easy?”
“I want it all.”
“Spoiled rotten.”
“Remember? I told you that you would have lots of trouble with me because I’d get spoiled rotten. You’ve done your job well.” He growled when she rubbed her pussy up and down his length as he walked into the shadowy recesses of the outdoor room. “I want you to fuck me wild, like a stallion with your big cock inside me, the way you did on our first morning. Then make slow love to me under the stars.”
Her words, and the mental images they inspired, inflamed him as he set her down. “I need to get the mattress out of the base. Turn around and bend across the tub, legs together. Hold on to the opposite edge.”