Page 135 of Reckless Love
She laughs as she takes her plate to the sink. “Okay, cornball. Thanks for dinner. Thanks for feeding me.” She kisses me and my hands land on her amazing ass. I thank God for it daily.
“It’s the least I could do after keeping you up all night. Were you able to get the words you needed?”
“I need to finish this chapter and then I’ll be done for the night.”
“Okay, I’ll be here.”
She goes back to her office and I search for beautiful locations for weddings. When I start looking at pictures online, it hits me and I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before.
I wait until she comes back out of the office and have a plate of fruit cut up for her. When she’s in the zone, my girl forgets to eat.
“Shut me down if you don’t love it, but I’ve got an idea for our wedding.”
“What?” she asks, popping a grape in her mouth.
“My parents’ place in California…”
Her eyes widen. “Rhodes! It’s perfect. I’ve always loved that house. The view. The beach is right there. Do you think they would be okay with it?”
“Are you kidding? I don’t even need to mention it unless we think we want to do it, because they’ll both jump all over it.”
“Let’s do it. I love this idea.”
When we FaceTime to talk to them about it, they’re ecstatic, as I knew they would be, but when I say we want to do it as soon as possible, two things happen.
“Are we having a baby?” My mom claps her hands.
“No, Mom, just excited to start our life together as husband and wife.” I laugh. I glance at Elle and lift an eyebrow. “You don’t have anything you want to tell me, do you?”
“Not yet,” she says, laughing. “But you’ll be the first to know.”
My mom immediately goes into super planner mode with all these amazing ideas that sound daunting, until I stop her and say, “We don’t want a production. Right?” I look at Elle and she nods. “I think we’d both be happy eloping if it meant all of you would be there…but being home on the beach sounds even better.”
“Exactly,” Elle said. “We’re thinking simple and elegant. Out on the beach for the ceremony, and then for the reception, we could add another long table by the one already out there and everyone would fit.”
“You don’t want something a little…fancier?” Mom asks.
“Flowers, good food, and the scenery…with all of you. That’s all I need,” Elle says.
“That’s easy,” Dad says, beaming. “Let’s do this!”
We would’ve never beenable to pull this off during football season, but since it’s not, two weeks later, we’re all heading to L.A. in a private plane for the wedding. Bogey is a hit with the flight crew. When the flight attendants go on over how cute he is, I open his carrier and have him shake their hands.
The little dude is a showstopper.
The whole crew is on this plane—my guys and their girls and kids, Elle's parents—all of us.
I wasn't sure how Weston and Sadie would feel about doing this so close to their wedding since it’s only a month off. They’re going for more of a traditional wedding than we are, so I thought it could be a stressful time to try to leave. Elle and I went to them first and asked them to tell us honestly if the thought of going to California for the weekend stressed them out too much. Sadie’s pretty chill about the wedding stuff and Weston just wants to make her happy, and they both said they were so ready to get away and put all the wedding planning on hold for a few days. They also said they were so excited for us to finally be together that even if it did stress them out, they wouldn’t miss this for the world. Elle and I promised to work our asses off doing whatever they needed for their wedding and it was all settled.
With our wedding at the end of January and Weston and Sadie’s the end of February, we’ll have time to go on our honeymoons and still be back to enjoy plenty of home life before next season begins.
There’s very little to do when we arrive. My parents have worked hard and have hired people to help, so we have the time of our lives relaxing and hanging out together. Thenight before the wedding, I follow Elle up the stairs to our bedroom. I have a hard time keeping my hands off her ass anytime I’m behind her, so I get grabby and she laughs, jogging up the stairs faster. But when she reaches the door, she turns and puts her hand against my chest.
“Huh-uh,” she says, shaking her head. “You’ve gotta sleep somewhere else tonight.”
I look at her incredulously. “There is no vacancy in this house tonight. We are filled to capacity.” I put my hands on her waist. “And I’m dying to fillyouto capacity.”
She smirks but doesn’t budge.