Chapter 1

“I’m getting married!”

My balls shrivel at the high-pitched sound of Gabi’s voice outside our hotel room.

“Get the fuck out of here,” I yell back, groaning when I roll off my girlfriend at the feeling of my dick slip out of her.

“Put your dick away,” Gabi shouts from the other side of the door. “This is ten times more important. I’m getting married.”

“We know,” Rosie and I say in unison. My angel laughs, snuggling her head into the crook of my neck.

Gabi hasn’t stopped yelling to the world that in three days, she’ll be married to Chris.

Honestly, I wasn’t too irritated by it when she got engaged. She was happy. I got that. But since then, it hasn’t stopped. For over a year, she has been constantly reminding everyone that she’s going to get married.

Every. Single. Day.

My eyes narrow down at Rosie, who bites her bottom lip to stifle a laugh. “Whose brilliant idea was it to book a hotel room right next to Gabi’s?” I ask with a huff.

She lifts her head, her lips curling into a gorgeous smile. “Come on, she’s happy,” my beautiful girlfriend tells me. She’s too good for this world, too good for me. I’ll never stop thanking the universe for bringing her into my life. “Besides, it’s been so long since we’ve all been together.”

“And that’s a good thing,” I reply with a smirk, wrapping my arm around her waist to pull her closer to me. “If we had booked any other room, I’d be inside of you right now.” Her breaths become labored when I press my lips to the hollow of her neck, breathing in her sweet, fresh scent. “I’d be buried deep inside your pussy, fucking you until you came all over my cock.”

“Grayson,” she whispers, the sound hushed as she tips her head back, and widens her legs, making room for me.

“ God , angel. I fucking love you.” I settle myself on top of her, ready to slide home when another three annoying knocks hit the hotel room door.

I squeeze my eyes shut and let out a groan, kicking off the sheets. “I’m going to fucking kill her.” I quickly pull myself out of bed, throw on my boxers, and open the door to the biggest cockblock of the century. “What the fuck do you want?”

Gabi’s face twists when she sees me at the door, and she dramatically slaps her hands over her eyes. “Ew. Put that away.”

“I’m wearing boxers,” I drawl.

“And it’s fucking gross,” she replies with a groan. “The only dick I want to see is my husband’s.”

I press my lips together, amusement rolling through me. “My dick’s away, and Chris isn’t your husband yet .”

She spreads her fingers, cracking an eye open between them. “He’ll be my husband soon. ”

I tilt my head. “Then I guess that means you can’t see his dick until tomorrow, then.”

She drops her hands, narrowing her blue eyes at me. “I hate when you’re logical and shit. Go back to being dumb,” she says with a wave of her hand.

My brows dip, and I let out a scoff. “I was never dumb.”

“You were when you ended things with Rosie because you were scared of love ,” she mocks, rolling her eyes.

“You’re still talking about that?” I ask with a shake of my head. “That happened nine years ago.”

She lifts her shoulder in a shrug. “I don’t forgive and forget.”

I shake my head, running a hand through my hair. Gabi can hold a grudge like no one else. I’d be sorry for Chris if I didn’t know those two were made for each other. They share one mind, one body, one soul. Even clothes sometimes. It’s weird.

Actually, it’s kind of cute. I’d never admit that to her though.

She might not forgive me for breaking Rosie’s heart all those years ago, but maybe she will if she knows what I’m planning.

Am I really going to do this? Am I really going to tell the one person who can’t keep a secret to save her life my biggest secret?

Fuck it. I lean forward, gently closing the door behind me, so Rosie doesn’t hear. “What if I tell you I’m going to ask her to marry me?” I whisper .

Gabi’s jaw drops and her eyes widen so much I almost think they’re going to pop out of her head. “What?” she yells.

“The point of whispering is to not make a scene,” I whisper-hiss at her, closing my eyes with a groan. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.”

“No. No. No,” she repeats, shaking her head. “I can keep it a secret. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

“You sure?” I ask, skeptically, raising a brow at her.

“Yes,” she replies with a roll of her eyes. “I know how to keep a secret.”

“I highly doubt that.”

Her eyes narrow when I let out a scoff. “You don’t know what I know. I might have the biggest secret of all, and you wouldn’t even suspect a thing.”

“Right,” I say with a laugh.

Her face screws up and she shakes her head. “If only you…” She groans. “Never mind. It’s not even worth it. Am I the only one who knows you’re proposing?”

“Yeah,” I admit with a smirk. “I was going to tell Aiden today.”

“Wait.” Her brows shoot up into her hairline. “I’m the first person you’ve told?”

“God help me,” I breathe out, harshly, regretting all my decisions, “but yes.”

“Oh my god!” Her squeal makes me wince, and I pray Rosie doesn’t hear her. “I’m so excited.”

“I can tell,” I drawl, shaking my head. This might be the worst mistake I’ve ever made. “Are you sure you can keep this to yourself for a while? ”

“Yes,” she repeats with an eye roll. “Aside from Chris, I won’t tell anyone.”

My brow arches. “You’re telling Chris?” I ask. “What happened to ‘I won’t tell anyone’?”

“Chris doesn’t count,” Gabi says with a scoff. “I tell him everything.”

“Of course you do,” I say, breathing out a laugh. I don’t know why I’m surprised. Those two are attached at the hip. Besides, I’m planning on telling the guys at some point anyway.

“So, when are you going to ask her?” she asks, grinning like an idiot. But then her smile drops, and she pins me with a murderous glare. “You’re not going to ask her this weekend, right? Grayson Carter Livingston, I swear to all that is holy in this world, if you steal my thunder—”

“Calm down.” I raise my hands defensively as she advances, her fist inches from my face. “I’m not going to steal your thunder.”

She drops her hands, her face softening to something less murdery. “You’re not?”

“No,” I confirm, blowing out a breath. “But it’ll be soon. I already have it all planned out and even stalked her laptop to find her dream ring,” I admit.

Gabi’s face lifts into a genuine smile, and she actually looks happy for me. “Finally,” she breathes out a sigh, shaking her head. “Who would have thought you guys would be the last to get married?”

Yeah, I know . Nine years ago, I didn’t even believe in love. But now, one look at the girl inside this room and I know she’s the love of my life. I knew in my heart I wanted to marry her years ago, but with her career taking off and her being so busy, I didn’t want to take away any of her achievements.

From the very first moment I laid eyes on her at that frat party sophomore year, she’s been mine. And she’s been mine ever since. Even without a ring.

But I can’t fucking wait to slip a ring on her finger, see her wear it every day, and watch her walk down the aisle in a gorgeous white dress, and be my wife.

My wife.

Fuck.

I want that. So. Bad.

“You’re daydreaming, lover boy.”

I snap out of my thoughts and shoot a glare at Gabi. She really does love interrupting all my fantasies, doesn’t she?

“What are you doing here so early anyway? Your wedding is in three days, as you keep reminding us, not today.”

“We’re going for brunch,” she says.

“We?”

A scoff leaves her lips. “Not you, obviously.”

“Thanks,” I say dryly.

“I mean the girls,” she clarifies, with a shrug. “I need a day with my girls before the bachelorette party tomorrow.”

“Right.” I run a hand through my hair, nerves wracking through me at the thought of what the fuck is going to go down at Gabi’s bachelorette party. Leila and Madi’s were pretty tame, but this is Gabi we’re talking about. “About that. ”

“Relax,” she says, reading my expression. “We’re just going to a bar. There will be drinks, dancing, you know,” she says, lifting her shoulder in a shrug, “normal stuff.”

“And who’s going to be dancing?” I ask. If there’s going to be strippers there, I might lose my shit.

“Ah. Ah. Ah,” Gabi says, shaking her head with a tut. “Girls only. You don’t get to know what we’re doing.”

I blow out a breath, deciding to keep my calm. This is her wedding after all. “Fine, just make sure Rosie’s home early. I can’t sleep without her,” I admit.

Gabi scrunches her nose. “That’s actually kind of cute,” she says. “And don’t worry, we won’t stay out too late. I need my beauty sleep. I’m getting married this weekend.”

“I know,” I repeat with a groan for the umpteenth time.

“We all know!” Gabi and I turn our heads to see an older lady wearing a white robe while she pops her head out of the door, shooting a glare at Gabi. “It’s all we’ve been hearing for the past two days.”

When she slams the door closed, I press my lips together to stop my smile and glance at Gabi who has a scowl on her face. “Bite me,” she mutters to the door.

A laugh leaves my lips as I reach over and knock on Gabi’s door. “Chris, come get your wife. She’s causing trouble again.”

“Wife,” Gabi murmurs to herself, a wide grin spreading across her face. “I love the sound of that.”

I turn around so she doesn’t see my smile and enter my room, closing the door behind me. I’m really happy for those two, even if Gabi does give me a headache sometimes .

“You’re back.” I lift my head, seeing Rosie walk out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her hot as fuck body, and her sunshine blonde hair tied up in a messy bun on the top of her head.

“Yeah,” I reply, giving the most beautiful girl in the world a smile that’s only reserved for her. “I’m back.”

“What did Gabi want?” she asks, heading towards the counter to pick up her lotion, pumping some before spreading it across her smooth body.

“Apparently, she’s taking you guys to brunch or something,” I tell Rosie, walking up behind her and pressing my lips against her shoulder. Her skin is warm and so fucking soft, I want to drag her back to bed right now. “I bet she’s going to spend the whole time talking your ear off about her wedding.”

Rosie lets out a sweet little laugh, the sound like a drug injected into my veins. Her eyes light up, and she looks up at me with that radiant smile that never fails to make my heart race. “Give her a break. She’s marrying the love of her life.”

“Yeah,” I agree, my gaze shifting to her reflection in the mirror. The sight of her takes my breath away, and I swallow hard as emotions clog my throat.

The thought of spending the rest of my life with the girl of my dreams fill my mind, and my heart races as our eyes meet in the mirror.

I can’t wait to marry the love of my life.