Forever Lucy (Lucy & Harris 5)

But it was going to have to wait at least another day. I promised Lucy I would meet her at the bakery with the moms, and if I didn’t leave now, I was going to be late. Muttering curses under my breath, I grabbed my coat and keys and headed for the door as I shot Natalie a text not to start without me.

Fifteen minutes later, I was parking a block down from the bakery. More curses left me as I jogged up the street to where I’d seen my stepmother’s car. If they had started without me, I was going to be pissed. Between Nat, Emmie, and Layla, they had pretty much pushed me out of the whole wedding process. It wasn’t like I cared about most of that shit anyway, but part of me thought since this was all for the one day that would start the rest of my forever with Lucy, I should get a say in some of the decisions.

But the moms did have it all in order, and Lucy wasn’t complaining about it—or asking for my opinions—so I wasn’t going to make a fuss over it. As long as she was happy, the rest didn’t matter.

I found the place and walked in. Lucy was standing beside her mom as Emmie talked to the baker, who was already talking about what flavors paired best. But since the cake was so big, he said we could pick as many flavors as we wanted. I had no idea what the cake even looked like since that was, yet again, one of the things I hadn’t had a say-so in.

I crossed to the group of women and leaned down to kiss Lucy’s exposed neck. Her ponytail brushed over my cheek, and I could almost feel the way she purred in pleasure as she backed up into me. “What did I miss?” I murmured close to her ear.

She shivered but shrugged. “Nothing,” she assured me in a quiet voice. “We just got here like five minutes ago.”

“Good. Glad I didn’t miss anything,” I kissed her again, then straightened as Nat shot me a smile. “Dad didn’t come?”

She rolled her blue-gray eyes. “No way. He would have eaten all the samples and asked for seconds.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” I grumbled. “What about Kin?” I asked Lucy. “She coming?”

Lucy shook her head. “She has an exam t

omorrow that’s worth twenty-five percent of her grade. She begged me to let her study instead of putting on ten pounds.”

The baker, a plump Italian-American man, caught our attention. “I have the samples table all set up. Go on in. I’ll have my assistant bring you coffee and other refreshments. Just let her know which flavors you want us to use, and I’ll handle the rest.”

Emmie led us back to the room that had a long table set up with at least a hundred and fifty different little cake samples laid out waiting for us.

“Well, this isn’t daunting at all,” Lucy muttered half under her breath as she walked around the table, glancing at all the different labels on the mini cakes.

Emmie tossed her things into a chair and turned to face us. “Let’s start simple. Lucy, I know you like the chocolate and caramel, so why don’t you taste a few of those?”

“Harris,” Natalie called from the other side of the table. “You tend to like the lighter flavors. These are the lemon-based samples.”

“But won’t those clash with each other?” I asked as I picked up one of the mini cakes that was lemon and blueberry. “Lemon and chocolate don’t sound appealing together, but maybe that’s just me.”

“The cake has so many layers, it won’t matter,” Layla assured me. “Like the man said, the choices are infinite. Hell, if you wanted a layer of every flavor here, it would still work.”

The lemon and blueberry was the perfect combination. Moving to where Lucy was standing, still looking down at the countless samples without having tried a single one yet, I lifted a small bite of my own sample and fed it to her. Her eyes closed, and the little moan that came out of her mouth was like an electric shock of pure need straight to my cock.

“Oh, yeah,” she said, licking her lips. “I definitely like that one.”

I kissed her, licking away the final trace of the lemon icing her lips still tasted of. “You’re killing me already,” I groaned close to her ear so the others couldn’t hear me. “I want to be eating you, not these damn cakes.”

“Hey, none of that,” Layla called over. “Cake choices first, then you can go home and do whatever the hell that boy is saying that’s making you blush, Lucy.”

Lucy huffed but took two steps back from me. Lifting her eyes to mine, she scrunched up her nose in annoyance at her mother. “Later,” she mouthed and finally picked up one of the samples.

Chapter 3

Lucy

Saturday morning, I didn’t want to get out of bed even though I was dying with excitement to do the one thing that, to me, was the most important part of the whole wedding planning craziness. Today, I was going to find the perfect wedding dress.

But first, I had to drag my ass out of my nice, warm bed, where I was cuddled up against Harris’s naked body. If I’d had to choose right then and there, I would have gladly walked down the aisle naked if it meant I didn’t have to leave our bed ever again. It sounded like a fair trade. My dad wouldn’t mind as long as I was happy.

My mom, on the other hand, was already blowing up my phone. I lifted my lashes to glare at the noisy piece of technology, knowing it was my mother who was making it act like it was on crack as it sounded off a new text every thirty seconds. The digital clock on the nightstand beside the phone told me I still had twenty minutes before I even had to be out of bed, but Mom was even more excited than I was about today.

“Tell your mom to fuck off,” Harris grumbled, still half asleep as he pulled the covers higher over both of us and buried his face in my hair. “It’s not even eight yet.”

I pressed the heel of my hand into my left eye, fighting back the headache that was already trying to invade my peacefulness. “Yeah, but we’re all meeting for breakfast before our appointment.”