And again, he was sweet, touchy, funny, affectionate, teasing, a great kisser…hot.

I loved all that.

But he needed to fuck me.

“You don’t look happy,” Lottie noted.

“I’m happy,” I told her. “It’s fantastic. I blew it with a late fitting, but it doesn’t need alterations, so you don’t have to worry about that anymore, and I don’t have to worry about worrying you. So it’s all good.”

“Then why don’t you look like it’s good?” Lottie returned. “And don’t blow sunshine, Hatz. If you need something changed, we’ll get it sorted. It’s not like the wedding is tomorrow. We have a couple of weeks.”

“Honestly, it’s great.”

Nancy leaned to her daughter and murmured, “She doesn’t look like it’s great.”

“It really is,” I asserted.

They stared at me.

Heck.

I was worrying them, and I’d done enough of that.

And this was Lottie’s time, prep for Lottie’s big event, so worry should not be part of the equation.

“Axl hasn’t had sex with me yet,” I blurted.

Nancy’s brows shot up and her eyes closed and stayed closed for a second before she opened them.

Lottie’s head jerked and her tumble of blonde hair jerked with it.

And every single female ass on the couches behind me got up and walked to stand in front of me.

“What?” Ryn.

“Really?” Pepper.

“Whoa.” Evie.

Jet said nothing, just studied me.

I looked at Lottie. “This isn’t about me. It’s about you.”

“It’s about you now.” She lifted a hand my way, shook her head and said, “And don’t. I don’t mind. Honest to God.” She dropped her hand and asked, “You’ve been living with that man now three days, and he hasn’t done you?”

“We make out. A lot,” I told her, or more aptly, all of them. “He touches me. A lot. He’s very affectionate. All the time. It’s sweet. He kisses me before he drops me off at work. We make out in the doorway of his room before I go to bed in his bed. He sleeps on the couch. And last night, after dinner, before work, while watching TV, we cuddled on the same couch and eventually started necking. But he hasn’t even tried for second base.”

“What?” Ryn.

“Really?” Pepper.

“Whoa.” Evie.

“I know.” Me.

“I’m outta here.” Mag, from where he stood behind the couches.

Mag then took off.

“Have you tried for second base?” Lottie asked.

“Second base?” I parroted, confused.

“Gone for his package. A man gets the message real quick when you grab his dick,” Lottie explained.

That was the girl take on second base?

That seemed a third-base maneuver, totally.