Callie

If I was a nail biter, they would be down to the quick. Listening to Dani and Kate bonding over my wedding bothered me. Neither of them even asked my opinion on anything. I mean. Who wears high heels during a wedding on a hiking trail? Noah and Preston returned in time to go over security with the company we hired and the cabin staff.

A representative from the police station attended as well.

It was all so complicated and not necessary.

I'd flipped through the wedding bible Kate had created a few times, picking up on one word or another that made me cringe or sigh in frustration. When the discussion turned to doves, I lost it.

I raised my hand, interrupting Officer somebody, I couldn't remember his name as he spoke of metal or wooden roadblocks, officers assigned and traffic patterns.

"Yes, Miss." he blinked around the room and gestured towards me with his hand. "You have a questions?"

"What happens if a band of bears comes out of the woods and steals the bride?" I asked. It was a reasonable question.

He opened his mouth and closed it. Not sure if I was joking not. I was joking, but he didn't even realize I was the bride.

"Or, if a group of mountain people crash the wedding and make the woman in the bridal party dance."

He narrowed his eyes. I turned to Kate. "That happens. I saw it on the internet."

"Uh, I assure you neither of those scenarios --"

"What if I fall off the deck again?" I stood up. "That could happen. I mean I could be so overwhelmed with the pure ridiculous of this wedding, that I might just fling myself over the edge and then, what happens."

"Callie." Noah stood up.

I stepped around him, but he grabbed me by the waist.

"Okay, that’s enough wedding planning for you."

"Oh, of course." I wiggled out of his arms. "God forbid the bride have anything to say about her own wedding."

"Callie." Dani shook her head. "Don't be so dramatic."

I opened my mouth and Noah didn't give me a chance to speak. He placed a hand on my mouth and the other around my waist and dragged me out of the room.

I let him whisk me away because the last place I wanted to be was in that room, with those strangers, telling me what to do.

We got as far as the stairs. Noah sat me down, I didn’t look at him, I didn’t' want to see the disappointment on his face.

"I told you we could have gone to Vegas."

I stared up and saw an amused affection.

"Band of bears?"

"It could totally happen." I grabbed his shirt and leaned my head against it. "Where were you today?"

"Wedding stuff." He kissed the top of my head. "It's my wedding, too, you know."

"Yeah, I know. It's everyone's wedding but mine."

"We can call it off." He placed his hands on the side of my head. "Just give me the word."

"No, I'll do it." I stepped backwards up a step. "But, only because I'm excited about the honeymoon."

"Oh, yeah." Noah picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"You want to give me a preview." He kissed my neck and we ascended the stairs. "I'll let you be in charge, tell me what to do."

“I'm still recovering, so you have to do all the work.” I leaned back.

“I’m on board with that.”

"I'm in charge." I said. "You sure you don't want me to consult with Kate and Dani?"

"No Callie Blake. I'm confident you can handle that portion of the wedding all on your own."

"Forever." I frowned.

Noah chuckled.

"You ready for forever." Noah deposited me on the edge of the bed. "I'm going to be the last woman you ever have sex with."

"What about the three way I'm going to ask for on my fortieth birthday." Noah pulled off his shirt.

"Yeah that's not going to happen." I pulled off my t-shirt.

"Oh," He shrugged his shoulders as he unbuttoned his jeans. "Then I'm calling this thing off."

"I'll compromise." I slid my leggings down my legs and sat back. "You can have your threesome as long as it's MFM."

"MFM." He scrunched his forehead. When it dawns on him what it meant his eyes grew wide. "Fuck no."

"You mean you don't want to watch another ma--" Noah shut my mouth with his tongue as he grabbed my face and kissed me. He tongue swirled around and pressed against my own. His urgency always turned me on. His large hands moved down my stomach, toward my panties.

"I though you said I was in charge." I placed my hand on his to stop him.

"I was just warming you up."

I reached between my legs and touched myself.

"I'm pretty warmed up."

I slipped a finger in the seam of my panties. I rubbed myself in small circles.

Noah watched and waited.

I leaned back on the bed.

"Take my panties off." I said.

He didn't say a word. He did as he was told.

I spread my legs and continued to put on a show for him. I loved the way he watched me, studied me. He'd seen me so many times, but his expression always made me feel like he'd never seen anyone like me. He adored me. He made me feel special.

"I want you to put your tongue. Right here."

Noah smirked.

He lowered his head. I sat up and captured his chin. I kissed him and licked his lips.

"And don't stop until that,” I pointed toward the door, “doesn't annoy the shit out of me anymore."

Noah kissed my lips. He kissed my inner thigh. He kissed my hand.

"We might be here all night." He winked, stuck his tongue out and did what he was told until I lost feeling in my legs and forgot what I was mad about in the first place.