“Oh, Boomer we know that. We aren’t staring at you oddly as much as we’re standing here thinking that we are the event planners. WE should have thought about Lake Windsor. And we didn’t. We’re dorks”, Francie stated with a shake of her head and a snort of laughter. “Kresley, Cade? What do you say?”
Kresley looked at Cade excitedly and they communicated as they often do, with just their eyes, and nodded together. “That is definitely the golden ticket for marriage. Let’s do it!”, Kres stated happily. She was twirled around in Cade’s arms, with him bombarding her neck with sweet, wet kisses. He ended with a long kiss on the lips, then he smacked her ass and asked for the girls to grab the condiments and stuff in the kitchen and bring everything out to the table cloth lined table where the food would go.
Kresley walked towards the kitchen and as she passed by Grace, she observed that she was still looking at Boomer, with a thoughtful and pensive look on her face. What that was about, Kresley didn’t know, but she chose not to open that can of worms here, in front of Boomer. She would grill Grace later. She grabbed Grace’s hand and pulled her with her, shaking her from her daydream. “Snap out of it Gracie and help me.” Grace nodded and they went to gather up the stuff to enjoy a night of laughter and food with each other.
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Group chat titled “Cade and Kresley Wedding Prep” with Kresley, Cade, the Anderson sisters and Grace
Gertie: Okay, guys. I’ve got the church reserved and paid for, as well as the large reception barn they have events inside of near the church. Francie and I went out there and it’s gorgeous. Air conditioned at both places, thank you Jesus. And there’s a good size kitchen on site in the barn for the caterers to handle everything. We don’t have to worry about anything as far as flowers and decorations. They do it all. Kresley picked her colors and the flowers she wanted for everything. The menu was picked by Cade and the cake flavor as well. So the caterer is set to feed 100 people. The only things left to do is pick out wedding dress, bridesmaids, and suits/tuxes. That has to happen today or tomorrow.
Birdie: Yes mam, General Gertie mam. You’re on the ball sistah! I know Kresley is relieved for someone else to take over and just say “here, you do it”. I bet she says that to Big Sexy a lot, too.
Cade: Birdie, you’re such a brat. Lord I can’t wait til you find your man. I’m going to properly vet him and give him a crash course I’ve entitled “Birdie Anderson – Safety Goggles Required”
Birdie: Why safety goggles?
Cade: Because you’re so full of shit, that it’s going to hit the fan and splatter on your man. Thus, the goggles.
Francie: Awwww, look at Cade, holding his own with Birdie. So cute. Big Brother and Little Sis, annoying each other.
Kresley: Sorry guys, can’t talk much. Busy doing something with Cade right now.
Grace: Oh my gosh Kresley. Please tell me y’all aren’t having….S E X!
Cade: We aren’t having S E X….but we will be in T-minus 10, 9, 8, 7……..
Francie: I’m disinfecting my phone and leaving this convo now. Kres, let us know what time you want to hit the bridal store to look at dresses today. Later people.
Cade took both his and Kresley’s phones and put them in the bedside table drawer. “No more of that baby. Just more of me. Come here. Good morning sweetheart.” Cade leaned down to Kresley, kissing her gently. He increased the pressure of the kiss until her lips parted and his tongue entered softly. He kissed her like that for a few minutes, hearing her moans, feeling her hands grab on to his back muscles, his biceps, wrapping her arms around his neck and head. He pressed his heavy body into her, imprinting himself on her like she had with his heart.
Kissing Kresley was like eating his favorite candy. He craved her lips, her mouth, her tongue and when he had that first taste of her, it made his head explode. It was like drinking her in small bursts. The more she gave to him, the more her mouth reciprocated his kiss, the drunker he became on the taste of her. She tasted like vanilla and wild cherries and he was addicted. Minutes ticked by and Cade still lay on top of Kres, kissing her, stroking her hair, kissing her eye lashes, her nose, the freckles scattered there.
“The longer I’m with you, the more addicted I become. You are my drug, Kresley Anderson”, Cade softly stated, looking deep into her soft, sleepy eyes. Her green depths matched the emeralds that cascaded across the ring that encircled her ring finger. His ring. His woman. Cade wanted to roar out his joy at knowing she was his.
Cade trailed his lips down Kresley’s naked body. He softly kissed and nipped at her neck, bathing her pulse point with his wet tongue, pushing it down to her collar bone. Kresley moaned softly, digging her finger nails into Cade’s back and shoulder muscles. She urged him with her hands to move further down. He next came to Kresley’s breasts. Perky, pouty nipples called out to him, begging for his mouth and tongue. Cade obliged with long, slow licks, gentle sucks and intentional twists and tugs from his fingers. After he showed love for one breast, Kresley pushed his head towards the other. He definitely didn’t want to show favoritism.
Kresley began to rock her hips under Cade’s body, rolling them to try to ease the ache in between. She became firmer in vocally asking for what she wanted. She even demanded that he hurry things up, taking fistfuls of his hair and pulling him to where she needed him most. Cade indulged Kresley, wanting her to feel in control and the
