years to plan?”
At first, I worry that I’ve upset her with my suggestion because she appears stunned, but then she smiles. “I’m so happy to hear you say that. I don’t want a huge wedding at all.”
I plunk her down in my lap. “The sooner the better as far as I’m concerned.”
“I agree.” She leans in and kisses me deeply and then she sinks down onto her knees in front of me.
“What are you doing?” I ask with my hand on her cheek.
She maneuvers my thumb into her mouth, licking and sucking as she undoes my belt. “Exactly what you hope I’m doing.”
She undoes my zipper and reaches in, pulling my stiff length out. I lick my lips as I thread my fingers through her hair, then push her mouth down on the end of my cock. She moans around it as she sucks in her cheeks and takes me as far back in her throat as she can handle.
Fuck, I love this woman.
I lean my head back in my chair. A guy could get used to this.
Wedding plans are in full effect. The night after Isla and I agree to have a smaller-than-expected wedding, her mother hires a premier wedding planner to help make every vision of Isla’s come true.
I’ve been asked for my input here and there, but I’m happy with whatever makes Isla happy. I’m at the Flores house today to look over wedding invitations with Isla and her mother, since those need to get out soon. It’s amazing how quickly things can get done when you have a large budget. It’s only been a few weeks and we’re already choosing invitations.
“Hi, Amelia,” I say when she greets me in the foyer.
“How are you?” She kisses my cheek and brings me in for a hug.
At first it felt weird to accept her affection, it had been so long since I’d had any motherly presence in my life, but I’ve come to realize it’s just her way. She’s a warm person who embraces everyone.
“Garrin, come in. Isla is in the sitting room, poring over all the sample invites the wedding coordinator sent over.”
“Can’t wait,” I say, clearly joking.
She pats my cheek and smiles. “You’re a good man for pretending that’s true.” She winks and turns to lead the way.
I fall into step beside her. “How’s Hector today?”
Amelia always seems more stoic whenever the topic of her husband’s illness comes up, whereas Isla is always emotional.
“Today is a good day. He didn’t sleep a lot and has some of his energy back. Not coughing as much, so that’s all positive.”
“That’s good to hear.” I know what it’s like to lose a parent. Yes, I was much younger than Isla, but I don’t imagine it hurts any less. I don’t want her to have to go through what I did.
“It is. In fact… he asked to have a word with you before we start in on the invites.”
I stop in my tracks. “He did?”
She nods. “He wants to meet the man who’s stealing his daughter.” She raises her palms out in front of her and smiles. “His words, not mine.”
Shit, I was not prepared for this even though I knew it was coming. Isla and Amelia agreed as soon as he was better, I’d talk to him. Isla said her father is a proud man and doesn’t want to meet me while he’s weak and sick. The male ego is a fragile thing. I can’t imagine I’d want to meet me either in his position.
“Don’t look so nervous,” Amelia says. “He won’t grill you too hard, I’m sure.”
I push my hand through my hair. “Thanks for the words of encouragement.”
She chuckles and leads me down a hall I’ve yet to go down. When she reaches the end of the hall, she knocks softly and cracks open the door.
“Mi corazón, Garrin is here to see you.”
She pushes the door all the way open, waving me forward.
“Just be yourself. You’ll be fine,” she whispers as I pass her, and she closes the door behind me.
When I step inside, a man in his early sixties with dark hair and bushy eyebrows lies in the middle of a large king-sized bed. His color is sallow, but it’s obvious he’s Hispanic. His cheeks are slightly sunken, and he regards me with dull eyes and a small smile.
“Garrin, I presume?” he says.
“Yes, sir.” I step up to the bed but don’t offer my hand, not wanting him to have to reach over to grasp it. “It’s