Chapter Eight

Stephen

Once we’re done with our morning routine and shower, I tell my girl to get dressed up for a nice dinner in town.

I’m already dressed and waiting downstairs for her. I shoot Clint a text, telling him to swing by with Mia when they’re ready.

I don’t have to wait long before I see my girl descending the stairs.

“Damn! Are you trying to give me a heart attack, sweetheart?”

She saunters over to me, her hand sliding up the front of my pants. “Didn’t I just do that earlier, babe?”

I can’t help but groan. How can she not know that I can never get enough of her? I pull her into a kiss, pressing her against me as I guide us back until her legs hit the back of the couch.

I’m still grinding against her as my lips trail down to her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there.

“Mm, babe, I thought we were going to have dinner before dessert?” she whispers in my ear.

“Yeah, babe, feed me, I'm starving too,” Clint teases.

~Damn Clint! His timing is always the worst!~

I pull back from Trinity a bit, adjusting my pants and giving her a look that promises more later.

“Baby is hungry, is he?” I ask, laughing as I turn to see Clint and Mia standing at the entrance of the chalet.

“Always,” Clint replies, smirking.

Trinity peeks around me and gasps. “You look stunning, babe!”

“Thanks, honey,” Clint responds, blowing Trinity a kiss.

“Oh, shut up you.” Trinity laughs, rolling her eyes. “I'm talking to your beautiful wife!”

“Thanks, babe, so do you!” Mia grins.

“How are you feeling, Trin?” Clint asks. “I know the last few days have been pretty intense.”

“I’m feeling much better, thanks for asking, Clint.”

I clear my throat. “I filled her in on everything once we got settled.”

Trinity nods. “And I just wanted to say thank you to you all so much for everything you did. I’m so lucky to have you all.”

“Hey, we look after our own, babe, no thanks needed.” Clint pulls Trinity in for a hug and I smile. It’s great seeing two of my favorite people get along so well.

“Alright, alright, enough of the lovey-dovey,” Mia says, clapping her hands. “Let's go get some food and have some drinks!”

***

Once we arrive at the restaurant and get settled in, we order our meals.

It's nice to just be able to spend a night out with our friends and relax without worrying about anything else.

After we’ve finished our meals, Clint asks the waiter for the best place to grab a drink. He suggests ~Thumbs Up~, about five miles away. Clint orders a car for us and we head out.

Once we get there, we head inside. It's not the usual pubs or clubs we’re used to, but it's still pretty busy for this small town and the music and vibe seem good.

We order some drinks and find a place to stand since it's so crowded and there are no tables left.

Clint and I are chatting while I have one arm around my girl, who’s standing in front of me, swaying to the music. I hold up a finger to Clint, signaling him to hold on a second.

I lean down to whisper in Trinity’s ear. “Babe, if you keep grinding that sweet ass against me, I'm taking you home soon.”

Trinity scoffs. “Stop being such a prude, babe, you love it.”

I smile at her, give her a soft kiss, and pull her in a little tighter as she continues swaying to the music.

The girls finish their drinks and start discussing something.

“We’re going to dance, are you guys staying here or coming with us?” Mia asks.

“Let us finish another drink, babe,” Clint responds. “Then we'll join you.”

I nod to my girl to let her know I'll be over soon and smack her ass as she starts to walk away, earning a smirk from her as she looks back at me over her shoulder.

I watch as she starts to sway her hips more for my benefit as she walks away and I discreetly adjust my pants.

Clint and I grab another drink and while we’re talking, we both keep an eye on our girls having fun. I see a few men trying to approach them to dance and I can tell Clint is also watching them cautiously.

We don't move right away, knowing our women can handle themselves.

One guy tries to grab Mia to dance with him and I see Clint about to intervene when the guy’s hands land on Mia's hips.

Before Clint can even move, we watch as Mia turns to look at the guy and in the process, drives her stiletto heel straight down into the top of his foot.

I wince in sympathy at just the thought of it while Clint laughs at her pretending it was an accident when she asks the guy if he's okay.

“That's my wife, man.”

I shake my head, laughing. “Damn, I almost felt sorry for the guy. That looked painful.”

We finish another drink before deciding to join our girls for a dance. As we make our way over to them, some random girl stands up in front of us trying to get our attention.

“Hey boys, wanna buy me a drink?” she asks, twirling her hair around her finger as she sways her hips to the music.

“Definitely not,” I respond flatly.

“Aw, come on, handsome, I'll let you two share me.”

“What? Like every other guy here?” Clint retorts. “I'd rather keep my dick clean, thanks.”

I laugh out loud as we walk around her.

“Fucking jerk,” she spits.

“Desperate hoe,” Clint calls over his shoulder and I burst out laughing.

We make our way to the girls who are still dancing with each other.

“Hey there, big boy,” Trinity purrs as I approach her. “Wanna dance?”

“Absolutely,” I respond. Just as I go to grab her to pull her to me, Clint, the cheeky bastard, grabs her hand and pulls her to him.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he teases, earning a laugh from Mia and me. “What? She did say ~big boy~. She’s talking about me, right?”

“Idiot,” I retort, rolling my eyes. “Come here, Mia.”

I let him enjoy his moment of glory. Mia and I share a dance while Clint and Trin do the same.

“You know you’re going to have to marry him soon, right?” Clint nudges Trin.

“Really?” Trin raises an eyebrow. “And why’s that?”

“Because you’ve already got him completely whipped.”

“You sure it’s not the other way around?”

“Oh, you dirty dog, I didn’t realize he was such a kinky fucker.” Clint bursts into laughter.

“You’re so bad!” Trinity joins in, her laughter echoing Clint’s.

“I try my best.” Clint shrugs, his grin wide. “But seriously, I’m happy for you both, and I’m glad you said yes to him.”

“Me too, Clint.”

I watch as Clint pulls Trinity into a hug, her laughter ringing out.

“Okay, okay,” I intervene. “Give me my fiancée back already, bro.”

“Says the guy with his hands on my wife!”

We exchange a laugh and swap our girls back.

I pull her into me, my arms wrapping around her, my leg sliding between hers as our hips sway in sync.

She drapes one arm around my neck, the other gripping my bicep as we move together. My hand finds its way to her ass, pulling her closer.

“Mm, I love the way your body moves with mine, momma,” I murmur into her ear.

“Mm, and I love the way your body feels against mine, daddy.”

I spin her around, pulling her tight against me, my hands gripping her hips as we continue to sway. I feel her ass grinding against me and I lean down to nip at her shoulder.

“Agh, shit baby, that’s so hot,” she moans.

“Yeah? You like that, huh?”

“Oh ~God~ yes.”

I trail my tongue up her neck, biting down gently when I reach her collarbone.

“Mm baby, I’m definitely making sure you do this next time you’re buried inside me,” she purrs, her voice low and sultry.

“Anytime baby,” I reply. “You know daddy has no problem taking you like the animal I am.”

As we dance, I continue to tease her neck, collar, and shoulder with my mouth, her movements becoming more intense in response.

“So, when are you going to let me marry you, babe?” I ask.

She slows down, turning to face me again, her arms wrapping around my shoulders as she strokes my neck.

“When do you want to get married, babe?”

“Last week?” I offer her a loving smile. “As soon as we can, honestly, I just want you as my wife now.”

“I can’t help but think about how much I want to start a family with you, but I want to be able to call you my wife first and have some time just to treasure you as my wife and spoil you.”

“You’re seriously amazing sometimes, you know that?” Trinity asks.

“Only sometimes?”

She laughs. “Yes, other times you’re incredible.”

“Nice save doll,” I tease. “So, seriously, how long do you think we need to plan this? I want it to be everything you ever dreamed your wedding day to be.”

“Actually, there is one date I wouldn’t mind doing it.”

“Yeah?”

I take her hand, signaling to Clint that we’re going to grab another drink. He and Mia decide to keep dancing.

I guide her to the bar, positioning her in front of me as I wrap my arms around her waist. We order our drinks and then find a spot at the end of the bar.

“So, what date, babe?” I ask.

“I’d love to marry you on the twelfth of January.”

“That’s what, a little over four months away,” I calculate. “I think we could do it by then because I’m not going to wait over another year to do the one after.”

“I think we can babe, and it would mean the world to me to do it on that date.”

“May I ask why that date?”

“January twelfth, 1974 is the day my parents got married,” she explains. “They were married for forty-two years before they were tragically taken from me together.”

“I’d like to think if they could last a lifetime together, so will we. And I can’t think of a better way of doing it than on the same day they did.”

“Then the twelfth of January it is,” I agree.

~Looks like we’re getting married!~