Natasha Madison

“You think we can get a dog and train him to bite my boss?”

“Yes, I think you just need to bring a picture and a sweater with you to training school so they can use his scent. They’ll train the dog to attack your boss as soon as he gets close.”

“It’s when one girl has more than one lover.”

“Will you marry me?”

My hand is in the process of putting the bottle of beer back down on the counter when it stops mid-action. I shake my head. “Excuse me?” I say, not sure I heard what she said. I laugh nervously. “I could have sworn you said.” I put the bottle of beer down or maybe it just falls out of my hand, landing with a thud. “You said marry you.” I shake my head again and laugh, thinking how ridiculous that sounds. When I don’t hear her laughing, I turn back to look at her. “You have got to be kidding me.” My voice goes higher than I want it to go, almost shriek-like. “What the fuck?” my mouth spits out, and my heart beats so fast in my chest I think it's going to come out. I push my stool away from the counter, jumping off it. “Are you insane?” I walk around the counter, the nerves filling my body. I open the oven and take the pizza out. “Are you joking?” I ask as I toss the soggy, half-cooked, half-defrosted pizza in the trash. “Are you going to jump up and say gotcha anytime soon?” I stand here waiting for her to say it, waiting for her to tell me I didn’t hear what I think I did. Waiting for her to tell me anything.

She pushes the container in front of her away and I put my hands on my hips, the buzzing starting in my ears. “Come on, Levi,” she urges, “I would do it for you.” She throws her hands in the air as if she is asking me to take her laundry to the cleaners or borrow my car for a month.

“You would do it for me?” I say sarcastically. “You would marry me?” I put my hand to my chest. “I’m honored.” I’m hoping like fuck she gets that this is me in the middle of having a mental freak-out.

She smiles at me. “You’re welcome.”

Before putting my hands on his shoulders, I look into his eyes. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” My hands slap his shoulders with each word, before pushing off him and being put on my feet.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” he mumbles, “we still have to meet with the lawyer.” He rubs his face with his hands.

“Oh, come on.” I place my hip against the counter. “It’s not going to be that bad.” Even though I say the words out loud, my head screams, it’s going to be so much worse than just this.

“I don’t know about that.” He looks down and back up.

“Listen, I know it will be hard for you to even think of committing yourself for a full year. That’s three hundred and sixty-five days. To someone who never, ever had a relationship longer than a four-day weekend fuck fest, which was only because your flight kept getting canceled, this is like eighty-four years.” I fold my arms over my chest as he glares at me. “But I promise I will make it as easy as I can.” I hold up my three fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

“What about me?” Her eyebrows pinch together as she just stares at me. Her blue eyes go to a light yellow with the sun coming in from the window beside her.

“What if you want to date?” I ask, my foot moving up and down now with nerves. I’m not sure why my foot is even moving up and down. It suddenly gets hot in the plane and I reach up to turn the gray nozzle over my head, hoping to relieve it.

“I married my best friend,” Shelby says. “Best decision I ever made.”

“Okay, I think we are all getting ahead of ourselves,” I say. “You married him because you love him. I’m marrying him to get my niece.”

I don’t notice all the decorations around us. I can only focus on Levi, who is trying not to laugh at me. I hope he can tell from my stare that I’m about to freak out. When we get to the end of the aisle, he comes forward and shakes Mark’s hand before holding out his hand for me. I slide my hand in his and he leans in. “Breathe,” he whispers in my ear, right before he kisses me on the cheek. “Ten minutes and this is over.”

I look over and I glare at him for being calm, cool, and collected. “Smile for the camera,” he mumbles as he stands next to me.

Only when it’s at the bottom of his finger do I look up at him. He has his own tears in his eyes, no doubt regretting saying yes to my favor.

“Your lips had better be clean,” I say right before he smiles and leans in and kisses my lips.

It’s very quick but long enough for the photographer to get the picture. The crowd is on their feet clapping for us.

“Well, husband,” I say, reaching up and wiping the gloss off his lips, “only three hundred and sixty-four days to go.”

My body ready to explode, I’ve never been more turned on in my life. “You want to know who makes me so wet that if you touched me right now, you would feel I’m soaked?” He waits when I finally confess in a whisper, “It’s you.” I don’t say another word because I can’t. His mouth sucks in my pussy lips right before he lets them go and licks me from top to bottom. My hips thrust up, needing more of him. “Yes,” I cheer when he uses his thumbs to open my pussy lips, sucking my clit right into his mouth. “Levi,” his name falls from my lips.