Until Cobi (Until Her/Him #7)(55)

“Anytime,” I say as he then leans down to kiss Hadley’s cheek. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” She smiles at him then she gets up to give Brie a hug. I follow her up and kiss Brie’s cheek then, hand in hand, Hadley and I walk them to the door.

When they’re gone, I look down at her. “So you’re going to dress Maxim up as a dragon?”

She laughs, tossing her head back, and I soak in the sound and look of happiness on her face.

“I didn’t want them to argue.” She shrugs, going toward the kitchen. “And believe me, if I didn’t cut in, that would have been an argument.” Her expression softens. “Kenyon didn’t lie; he just wants Brie to be his wife. He doesn’t care about any of the other stuff, but Brie wants a big wedding. She’s always wanted a big wedding, and talked about it before Kenyon was even in the picture.”

“How big is the wedding going to be?” I ask, leaning back against the counter and watching her put a few stray dishes in the dishwasher.

“Huge, over two hundred people are coming and everything is totally over the top. I’m talking crystals and floral centerpieces that you’d see in a movie huge.”

“Now I see why he suggested we elope.”

“Yep,” she agrees, grinning at me.

“So do you want a wedding like that?” I ask, studying her.

“Me?” She shakes her head. “I don’t even know a hundred people, and I haven’t really ever thought about getting married, let alone having a wedding.”

“My mom will want us to do something big.” My mom will; that’s just her, and my aunts and grandmothers are the same way. They don’t need much of a reason to plan a party.

“What?” She frowns at me, shutting the door on the dishwasher.

“When we get married, my mom will want us to do something big. Maybe not two hundred people big, but she will want us to have a wedding, and she’ll want to help plan it.”

“I’d like to point out that you’re talking about a wedding like it’s going to happen.”

“‘Cause it is. Not right now, but it will happen. It’s inevitable.” I shrug.

“Moving in, marriage, next thing I know, you’re going to be talking about having babies,” she says softly, and I close the distance between us and wrap my hand around her hip while placing my other on the nape of her neck.

“I want three, and at least one girl,” I state, and her pupils enlarge.

“Cobi.” My name comes out rough while her hands spasm at my sides where they came to rest.

“Do I make you happy?” I ask with my face close to hers.

“Yes.” Her eyes search mine while her hands move to my chest.

“Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”

“Yes.” Her fingertips dig into my skin through my shirt.

“Do you want kids?”

“I… well….” Her eyes search mine again and close briefly. “With you, yes.”

“We’ll start tomorrow,” I say, keeping my face straight, and her eyes widen. “I’m kidding, babe.”

“You’re such a jerk.” She pushes at my chest, and I laugh, gathering her against me and shoving my face in her neck. “I can’t believe you.” She giggles, and I lean away, catching her eye.

“You love it.”

“Kinda.” Her expression softens. “Maybe it’s me who’s insane then.”

“Probably.” I smirk, and she shoves my chest again, but I don’t let her go. Instead, I pick her up and toss her over my shoulder.

“What are you doing now?” she shrieks from upside down as I carry her toward the bedroom.

“Taking you to bed. We should start practicing making a baby so we’re ready when the time comes.”

She laughs then lets out another shriek when I toss her onto the bed, watching her bounce twice. She shoves her hair out of her face then gets up on her elbows, watching me take off my shirt. “You’re crazy.”

I drop my shirt to the floor then climb on top of her, straddling her hips. “About you.”

“And cheesy,” she breathes, as I slide my hands up her waist, taking her shirt off.

“Mmm.” I dip my head to her chest and nip her hard nipple through her bra, listening to her moan. She arches up into me, and I slip my hands around her back, unhooking her bra then sliding it down her shoulders. When she’s exposed to me from the waist up, I cup both of her breasts and look into her heated eyes. “You’re tits are perfect.”

I squeeze them both then latch onto one nipple while I pull the other between my fingers. She writhes under me and my cock jerks. I move my knees between her thighs and unhook the button on her jeans. When I get them and her panties off, I skim my hands up her legs. “Spread for me baby, wanna see that cunt,” I urge, and she does.

I use my thumbs to open her up completely then lean forward, placing my mouth on her sex. Her fingers latch onto my hair and her hips jerk off the bed as she gasps. Sweet, even between her legs, she’s sweet. I eat her, listening to her moan my name, then slowly thrust two fingers inside her. When she clamps down around them, I groan, leaning back to look at her.

“Wanna feel that on my cock, baby. You need to come so you can give me what I want.”