She swallows hard as she nods. “I know. I’m getting super in my feelings. Like, it’s all getting real. We’ll be married. We’ll be, like, for real, for real, together.”
“Yes. That’s the exact definition of marriage.”
She grins against my cheek. “The anticipation is killing me.”
“Me too.”
“You’re still sleeping.”
“This is true. So, here is the plan—I’ll do you really good tonight, and you’ll sleep like a baby.”
She snorts. “I’m staying at my mom’s.”
I think that over. “Okay, I’ll sneak in, do you real good, like, the best you’ve ever had, and then leave.”
“Do I leave money on the nightstand?”
“Yes. My fee has gotten high since I won two Stanley Cups.”
“What do Stanley Cups have to do with doing me good?”
I grin. “I get super excited about them, and I want nothing more than to suck your clit in my mouth until you pass out.”
“Jesus,” she says, fanning herself playfully. “Fine. I’ll leave some good money for you.”
“Good. Leave the window open.”
“Will do,” she snickers as she wraps her arms around my neck, and I kiss her jaw. I lean my head against hers as we look out at our venue. “It’s incredible.”
“Absolutely. Everything you dreamed of?”
“And more,” she says on a sigh before she sits up, gazing down at me. “What are you most looking forward to? The nacho bar?”
“Nope.”
“Audrey’s cake?”
“Not even kinda.”
“What?”
“Watching you walk down the aisle.”
Her lips spread into the widest grin. “Aw, that’s totally sticky-sweet.”
I laugh, kissing her lips hard. “What about you?”
“Kissing you,” she says almost automatically, but I eye her playfully. “And the nacho bar.”
“There’s my girl,” I joke, and we dissolve into laughter. I’ve never felt so complete in my life as I do right now, sitting in our venue, ready to marry my forever. My Shelli Grace.
She may be a bridezilla, but I take great pride in the fact that I’m the only one who can tame her.
* * *
To say my bride is the most gorgeous girl in the room would be an understatement.
Only Shelli can pull off a white lace pantsuit with a flowy lace train on it. In white Jimmy Choo high heels that have some feathers on them, she looks like the chic, gorgeous woman she is. Her hair is up in a high bun, her makeup smoky with a bright-red lip, and she’s wearing dangling diamond earrings.
She’s absolutely stunning, and I get to marry her tomorrow.
I hook a thumb toward her as she walks with her mom and sister toward the bathroom. “See my hot soon-to-be wife?”
My brother rolls his eyes as Wes leans over to check Shelli out. When I smack his chest, he gives me a dirty look. “You told me to see her, so I see her!” I chuckle as Wes rolls his eyes, and Asher laughs along with me. “Man, you’re a jackass,” Wes says, rubbing his chest.
I scoff. “I was making a statement, and you took it too far.”
“Hey, not my fault your girl is hot. She’s nice to look at.” I go to smack him once more, but he blocks me, laughing uncontrollably. “Maybe, instead of Shelli, I’ll go check out Stella.”
I give him a dead-ass stare, which only makes him laugh harder as he walks away with no cares whatsoever. “I’m going to kill him.”
Asher smirks. “Ally told me that Stella is digging Wes.”
“Don’t care. Something’s changed with Wes since Boon got with Posey. Plus, he’s too old for her and is now the biggest manwhore I know.”
“So were you,” he interjects, and I laugh out.
“Touché.”
My brother laughs along, leaning into me as I watch him. There hasn’t been a moment in my life when I didn’t love this guy. I remember wanting a baby brother so bad, and when he arrived, I was stoked. We were instant best friends. Yeah, there is an age gap, almost as big as the one between Shelli and me, but there is no gap between our hearts. He’s my main dude, my best man.
“It’s crazy how all that changed,” he says then before meeting my gaze. “How you went from not wanting anyone for more than one night to only wanting Shelli.”
I smile. “Wish I hadn’t wasted all that time fighting it.”
Asher agrees with a nod. “I remember that like it was yesterday, but I always knew you two would end up together.”
“Everyone did but me,” I laugh, and he smiles. “But then, I knew you and Ally would end up together.”
He grins, his eyes leaving mine for his wife. Ally, the beauty that she is, stands with Shelli and Posey, now that they’re back from the bathroom. They’re rubbing Posey’s belly, and she doesn’t look happy about it. Ally must feel us looking at her, because she glances over, grinning at us. Asher waves, and she blows him a kiss. The look on my brother’s face fills me with such joy. “She’s pretty perfect for me.”