Cupcake Explosion (Cupcakes 4)

“I love you,” I said as I rested my cheek against his back.

“You’d better,” he replied, but I could hear the teasing in his tone.

“Why don’t you dance with your wife, brother?” Chris chided, and I realized we hadn’t had our first dance as husband and wife yet.

We’d decided to forgo all of the traditional dances and such, preferring to let this feel more like a party than a reception, but I liked the idea of doing the husband and wife dance.

“Yeah, dance with your wife,” I agreed.

Cade turned and took my hand and led me onto the dance floor.

We walked all the way to where Ripper was spinning and Cade left me to whisper in his ear, then he was back.

Norah Jones’s Come Away with Me started playing, and Cade took me in his arms.

“Thank you,” I told him as I moved as close to him as I could without seeming indecent.

“For Braswell?” he asked, and I nodded. “It’s not a big deal. He explained. And, not only is he with Carmen now, but I know he’s had your back more than once, so . . . we’re good.”

Seriously, this guy.

“Is everything okay with the club?” I asked.

No, I didn’t usually get involved in club business, but we had just recently had a run in with the Diablos, and I wanted to make sure there hadn’t been any blowback. I also wondered if we needed to be worried about retaliation.

“Slade said they have a meet scheduled with Cueball,” Cade replied. “It’s nothing you’ll need to worry about.”

I nodded, trusting he and his brothers would handle things, then tilted my head up and offered him my mouth, which he accepted.

I parted my lips beneath his and lost myself in his kiss as we swayed to the sultry sound of Norah Jones. His fingers dug into my sides as he deepened the kiss and I eagerly met him kiss for kiss.

“Are you having a good time, wife?” he asked with a grin when we finally stopped kissing and focused on dancing.

“The best time, husba

nd,” I replied.

“Are you ready to know where we’re going on our honeymoon?”

Cade had let me have carte blanche with the wedding, in return for him getting to decide and plan the honeymoon.

Since the less I had to plan, the happier I was, I’d agreed instantly, then promptly swept it from my mind. I’d be happy spending time alone with him anywhere, honestly, unless it was somewhere with a tent and a sleeping bag, which he’d promised it wouldn’t be.

“I am. Where are we going? When do we leave? And, how long will we be gone?”

“Europe. Day after tomorrow. Three weeks,” Cade replied, and my mouth dropped open.

“Europe? Are you serious?” I asked, unable to wrap my head around it.

I figured he’d take me to Mexico or a mountain somewhere, but . . . Europe?

“Oh my God . . . day after tomorrow? Three weeks? Where are we going to stay? What cities are we going to? I need to pack!”

Cade chuckled and caressed my back.

“Breathe.”

I took a moment to collect myself, let out a long breath, and said, “Okay, now answer my questions.”