“No.” I glare at the computer. “I’m trying to figure out a hotel. I think that’s the best place to have a reception.”
He helps me look at hotels and we book mark three of them. One has the option for indoor/outdoor depending on the weather and then an outdoor and an indoor. I don’t care as long as we’re all happy. That’s what’s important to me.
Gunner shows me the décor options he likes and we talk about a few others across the magazines. I don’t know if it’s the illusion of productivity or the real thing, I just know we’re getting somewhere.
We manage to get more than enough done to earn me a solid make-out session. I moan into his mouth as our tongues tease each other. Gunner palms my ass and then pushes my skirt up to my thighs until he can tease me with his hand between my legs.
Two fingers press right against my clit and he gently rubs forward and back as my hips grind down on him. I moan and hide my face against his shoulder. “That feels good,” I whisper.
“This doesn’t look like wedding planning,” Nick says, making me jump.
Gunner just pushes my damp panties to the side and keeps playing with me, circling my clit with two fingers until I forget whatever I was about to say. Nick picks up a magazine and huffs.
“What if – to keep things simple – we select an arrangement of flowers from the garden? Then the color can just follow that. Plus it will give each of us grooms a different colored tie to wear so we can match – somewhat while still looking upscale.”
“Sounds good.” I gasp as Gunner sinks two fingers deep inside me and kisses across my neck. “So good.”
“I think you’re good at making decisions like this, sweets.” Gunner purrs in my ear before biting my throat. “What else, Nick?”
“Hotel two is the best option. Indoor and outdoor, just in case. I’m sure Roman will agree. He’s all about being practical.” Nick says. “Now, for the cake, we could have four flavors, just for fun. Four tiers.”
“Fuck!” I whimper. Gunner knows just how to move his fingers inside me, hitting that pleasure button over and over like it will earn him a treat. I pull at his shirt, sending buttons scattering so I can kiss his chest. In return, he rubs my clit with his thumb. “Yes.”
“We can add that to the list then. I have a friend who has a bakery. I’ll call him and set up a time for us to meet.” Gunner agrees.
I don’t know if it’s the fact that things are getting done, or that Gunner is so unashamed of what we’re doing, but this may be the best he’s ever made me feel with his fingers. He drops me onto the table, drags my underwear down, and pushes a third finger inside me while spreading my legs.
“What do you think about lighting, Nick? Fairy lights like when we proposed, candles? Maybe those color-changing lights?” Gunner asks.
Nick casually pulls off my shirt, then kisses me softly, his tongue lazy and slow despite how hard I pull him down on me. “What do you think Sophie?”
“No candles.” I gasp. “Yes to the other two.”
My back arches as Gunner ups the pace. He bites the inside of my thigh. “So many decisions, Sophie. I told you – all you needed was the right inspiration.”
The second that Nick pinches my nipple, I come apart, yelling myself hoarse. Another hand strokes my hair and I see Holden. He looks me over. “I like this style of wedding planning.”
“You should weigh in with an opinion.” I hum.
Gunner rubs his wet fingers across my bottom lip, then pushes them deeper, across my tongue so I can taste myself. Holden looks at the list of things we still have to decide. “We definitely need to get these invitations out. We should make lists independently, then cross out the overlaps so they only get one invitation. Then we can start booking at the hotel.”
Nick takes Gunner’s spot, but sits down and drags my knees over his shoulder. He kisses along the inside of my thighs. “We’ll need to make sure that we can get that as our venue before we book rooms there.”
“I can call in a few hours when they open.” Holden murmurs then makes a note to himself.
Gunner finally pulls his fingers back and undoes his slacks. “I don’t think you need your mouth right now.”
I shake my head.
Gunner strokes over his hard cock before offering it to me. I take him eagerly, wrapping my lips around the head, then teasing him with my tongue. When Nick kisses my mound, I whimper and take more of Gunner down my throat.
Holden holds the back of my head in one hand and teases my nipple with the other. He sets the pace for me while also driving me insane. Nick eats my pussy, using his tongue and mouth in a wicked combination that has me moaning around Gunner’s length.
I don’t think any of us are focusing on wedding planning and I can’t say I care. We’ve made more decisions in these last fifteen minutes than I have in nearly three weeks. I make Gunner come right before I finish again, then Nick flips me over. He thrusts into my pussy while I take Holden deep in my throat.
My eyes roll back as I bounce between them. Gunner tells me what a good girl I am, and mumbles something about how unimportant the forks and plates are. He makes a few notes and by the time Nick, Holden, and I all finish, I feel recharged and ready for making some serious decisions.
Holden reminds me not to worry about the price, for the tenth time, then kisses my forehead and grabs his own magazine. Nick keeps me on his lap, still buried inside me, and grabs a magazine.